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webdesigned) wrote2010-07-02 09:00 pm
webdesigned) wrote2010-07-02 09:00 pm
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game au / pic prompt / random spam / hit me with it
game au / pic prompt / random spam / hit me with it
( he hates group work.
surprising no one. or, maybe, surprising at least a few people. Peter Parker is a perfectly nice guy, maybe a little annoying in class when he goes off a tangent nobody asked for that is barely even relevant to the lecture, though overall seems normal and capable of socializing and interacting with peers. this shouldn't be that big a deal. everyone on the planet hates group work, yet looking at him wouldn't indicate a stubborn streak a mile wide and a refusal to let others help him, even when he needs it.
still, he has a paper to write, with a partner, and collaborative writing has to be his least favorite class of all time. his work keeps coming back doused in red ink and glaring bias against oxford commas and as much as he grits his teeth and tries to bear it because he's got to make it through his general ed requirements to make it on to enroll in biophysics, it doesn't mean he's actually got to like it. he's half assing it at best, and most people that pay him mind can tell.
but it's not just him anymore, is it? Peter had all the intentions of the world of putting in a good effort, since it wasn't just his grade on the line. MJ had been stuck with him because they both missed the class when partners were decided and he doesn't want to drag her down just because he hates hitting his shift key. he had the best of intentions, and yet... he's more than half an hour late when he drags into the library, drops down looking like he just left Fight Club (so don't ask), and when he takes out his book, it's literally broken in half. he stares at it for a moment, like even he is surprised, before he sets it down and tries admirably to pretend that didn't just happen.
awkward.
he doesn't come empty handed, though... as she stares him down he slides an apple juice along the table like its the holy grail. its a peace offering, please take it, MJ, he does at least feel bad about how long she's been waiting. ) Sorry, my cat got out, ( he lies badly, his lopsided grin all charm and bluster, if you don't count the split lip. it is kind of hard not to count the split lip, though. )
surprising no one. or, maybe, surprising at least a few people. Peter Parker is a perfectly nice guy, maybe a little annoying in class when he goes off a tangent nobody asked for that is barely even relevant to the lecture, though overall seems normal and capable of socializing and interacting with peers. this shouldn't be that big a deal. everyone on the planet hates group work, yet looking at him wouldn't indicate a stubborn streak a mile wide and a refusal to let others help him, even when he needs it.
still, he has a paper to write, with a partner, and collaborative writing has to be his least favorite class of all time. his work keeps coming back doused in red ink and glaring bias against oxford commas and as much as he grits his teeth and tries to bear it because he's got to make it through his general ed requirements to make it on to enroll in biophysics, it doesn't mean he's actually got to like it. he's half assing it at best, and most people that pay him mind can tell.
but it's not just him anymore, is it? Peter had all the intentions of the world of putting in a good effort, since it wasn't just his grade on the line. MJ had been stuck with him because they both missed the class when partners were decided and he doesn't want to drag her down just because he hates hitting his shift key. he had the best of intentions, and yet... he's more than half an hour late when he drags into the library, drops down looking like he just left Fight Club (so don't ask), and when he takes out his book, it's literally broken in half. he stares at it for a moment, like even he is surprised, before he sets it down and tries admirably to pretend that didn't just happen.
awkward.
he doesn't come empty handed, though... as she stares him down he slides an apple juice along the table like its the holy grail. its a peace offering, please take it, MJ, he does at least feel bad about how long she's been waiting. ) Sorry, my cat got out, ( he lies badly, his lopsided grin all charm and bluster, if you don't count the split lip. it is kind of hard not to count the split lip, though. )
Edited 2017-07-22 09:29 (UTC)
( when he first signed up to be a member of ALASTAIR — and signed up was a strong word for coerced to participate — he'd almost thought it all sounded kinda cool. traveling worlds, planets, universes. maybe getting a little closer to feeling like he could be a hero again, after months of feeling like he could make up for the ways he'd failed. that was the idea. he'd never imagined it'd take years. he'd never imagined he'd go through so much, lose so many. after Gwen transferred the second time, Peter told himself he couldn't make the mistake of caring so much that he couldn't handle a loss.
after Stiles left, he was downright determined. all his hopeful thoughts of loving being worth it felt really hollow in the loneliness, even though he could rest knowing that Stiles had gone home to his dad and his best friends and a pack that'd do anything to protect him. surely, sooner or later, Peter would go back home, too. right?
at this point, though, he hopes that doesn't happen before Maya does. she's the last man standing, which is a pretty raw deal for her, all things considered. he's back to the rather unhealthy tendency of just one support system, though it's easier when they have an entire team's worth of people capable of supering. he doesn't have to hide that, yet he still hides a little. who he is, how much he can care about others, because there's only so many times he can love and love and lose and lose and lose.
he's survived it how many times now? Maya will be his last goodbye, that's a promise.
it hasn't happened yet. they've gone on more missions than can be easily counted, they're still slogging through, the missions that kick them in the gut as much as the one that earn fond smiles when they look back. at least they have each other, right? the last mission hadn't been heartbreaking, just long. he's glad to be back in Oska, even if walking the halls has a habit of making him miss faces he doesn't see in them anymore. they're heading down to dinner, because of course they are, one of the few things that hasn't changed is that both of them can put away almost more food than the magically generating kitchen can provide, when he feels the warning tingle, just at the back of his neck.
he reaches out to grab her arm and try and stop her before its too late, but the mistletoe, the stupid magic mistletoe, already has them trapped. it's almost like it's laughing at them. ) It's July, ( Peter tells the castle in exasperation, but as always, the walls don't have an answer. he looks a mix of sheepish and uncertain and something neither of them should try to decipher when he looks down at Maya. ) Look, we can just comm someone to pull it down.
( easy. no big deal. it's not an issue. they can wait five minutes, that mistletoe doesn't have to win. it's not that Peter can't imagine kissing her — actually, that's sort of the problem. he totally can, which is exactly why he shouldn't. )
after Stiles left, he was downright determined. all his hopeful thoughts of loving being worth it felt really hollow in the loneliness, even though he could rest knowing that Stiles had gone home to his dad and his best friends and a pack that'd do anything to protect him. surely, sooner or later, Peter would go back home, too. right?
at this point, though, he hopes that doesn't happen before Maya does. she's the last man standing, which is a pretty raw deal for her, all things considered. he's back to the rather unhealthy tendency of just one support system, though it's easier when they have an entire team's worth of people capable of supering. he doesn't have to hide that, yet he still hides a little. who he is, how much he can care about others, because there's only so many times he can love and love and lose and lose and lose.
he's survived it how many times now? Maya will be his last goodbye, that's a promise.
it hasn't happened yet. they've gone on more missions than can be easily counted, they're still slogging through, the missions that kick them in the gut as much as the one that earn fond smiles when they look back. at least they have each other, right? the last mission hadn't been heartbreaking, just long. he's glad to be back in Oska, even if walking the halls has a habit of making him miss faces he doesn't see in them anymore. they're heading down to dinner, because of course they are, one of the few things that hasn't changed is that both of them can put away almost more food than the magically generating kitchen can provide, when he feels the warning tingle, just at the back of his neck.
he reaches out to grab her arm and try and stop her before its too late, but the mistletoe, the stupid magic mistletoe, already has them trapped. it's almost like it's laughing at them. ) It's July, ( Peter tells the castle in exasperation, but as always, the walls don't have an answer. he looks a mix of sheepish and uncertain and something neither of them should try to decipher when he looks down at Maya. ) Look, we can just comm someone to pull it down.
( easy. no big deal. it's not an issue. they can wait five minutes, that mistletoe doesn't have to win. it's not that Peter can't imagine kissing her — actually, that's sort of the problem. he totally can, which is exactly why he shouldn't. )
( Peter Parker is weird.
she does her research before she actually meets the guy -- and by research it means she asked like two people that happened to be in her dorm lounge room when she got the email informing her that "due to their unexplained absences, Michelle Jones and Peter Parker have been assigned each other for the collaborative paper due in three weeks". so not the most thorough research, but she's seen him around and about as well, and honestly the guy is weird. smart as anything, she'll give him that, but sporadic on his good days and distracted on his bad, and all in all not the best group work partner to have been assigned.
still, she can forgive weird behaviour - or at least she could have, half an hour ago. she's weird in her own right, she's under no illusions about that, but at least she's punctual. enough time has passed for her to have a half-completed sketch of the couple three tables across from her that have spent the whole time lip locked, and she spins it around and presents it as if in payment for the apple juice. which she opens. and sips. this doesn't mean she's forgiven you, Peter, it's just that she happens to be thirsty. )
Oh, your cat? ( an eyebrow raises, and she nods along as though this totally legit and not in any way completely rubbish lie is in any way believable. another sip of the juice, and then she sets it down and narrows her eyes at him, quickly. ) Must be a big cat, you look pretty beat up. Peter...
( she drags out the syllables of his name, but as quickly as she dialled up the intensity on her inquisition, it disappears again and she grins, gesturing at the book. )
Cat ate your homework too, huh? Sucks, man.
she does her research before she actually meets the guy -- and by research it means she asked like two people that happened to be in her dorm lounge room when she got the email informing her that "due to their unexplained absences, Michelle Jones and Peter Parker have been assigned each other for the collaborative paper due in three weeks". so not the most thorough research, but she's seen him around and about as well, and honestly the guy is weird. smart as anything, she'll give him that, but sporadic on his good days and distracted on his bad, and all in all not the best group work partner to have been assigned.
still, she can forgive weird behaviour - or at least she could have, half an hour ago. she's weird in her own right, she's under no illusions about that, but at least she's punctual. enough time has passed for her to have a half-completed sketch of the couple three tables across from her that have spent the whole time lip locked, and she spins it around and presents it as if in payment for the apple juice. which she opens. and sips. this doesn't mean she's forgiven you, Peter, it's just that she happens to be thirsty. )
Oh, your cat? ( an eyebrow raises, and she nods along as though this totally legit and not in any way completely rubbish lie is in any way believable. another sip of the juice, and then she sets it down and narrows her eyes at him, quickly. ) Must be a big cat, you look pretty beat up. Peter...
( she drags out the syllables of his name, but as quickly as she dialled up the intensity on her inquisition, it disappears again and she grins, gesturing at the book. )
Cat ate your homework too, huh? Sucks, man.
( wow. a... well. he accepts the picture because it seems rude not to, but once he does, he's not sure what message she's sending with it. he goes from weary swagger in attempts to sell a horrible lie to uncertain embarrassment. he doesn't quite manage a thank you, instead putting the sketch on top of his obliterated book. yes, that perfectly disguises it looks like someone with a fist the size of a bowling ball tried to break through it. perfect. )
Look, she's... she's super wiley. You think dogs are hard on homework? Try a cat. Cats are crazy, man. She may be small but she's an animal. Like... more so than just being a cat implies. ( he's talking too much about the cat he doesn't actually have. Peter knows intensely little about cats, or even if they are crazy. he swallows, averts his eyes from her face, and is silent as he scrounges up what to say next.
he may be weird, yet even Peter can tell how much he's blowing this. Michelle hasn't said as much, but yeah, he's definitely blowing this. his blustering confidence deflates into genuine contrition, and that at least doesn't come off as achingly hollow. he is sorry he's late. he just can't really explain why. ) I'm sorry. I should have emailed you I was going to be late, I just... ( was fighting a mechanized rhino solider at the time. you know, like you do. he sighs, shaking his head and biting back what he can't say, trying to pull up something he can. ) I know you're stuck with me, so I promise I'll do whatever I can to make this painless. Scouts honor.
( he lifts a hand as if he's about to preform a pledge to prove it, before he shakes his head. ) Okay, no. I wasn't ever a boy scout. But like that. ( this is where he choses to be honest, apparently. )
Look, she's... she's super wiley. You think dogs are hard on homework? Try a cat. Cats are crazy, man. She may be small but she's an animal. Like... more so than just being a cat implies. ( he's talking too much about the cat he doesn't actually have. Peter knows intensely little about cats, or even if they are crazy. he swallows, averts his eyes from her face, and is silent as he scrounges up what to say next.
he may be weird, yet even Peter can tell how much he's blowing this. Michelle hasn't said as much, but yeah, he's definitely blowing this. his blustering confidence deflates into genuine contrition, and that at least doesn't come off as achingly hollow. he is sorry he's late. he just can't really explain why. ) I'm sorry. I should have emailed you I was going to be late, I just... ( was fighting a mechanized rhino solider at the time. you know, like you do. he sighs, shaking his head and biting back what he can't say, trying to pull up something he can. ) I know you're stuck with me, so I promise I'll do whatever I can to make this painless. Scouts honor.
( he lifts a hand as if he's about to preform a pledge to prove it, before he shakes his head. ) Okay, no. I wasn't ever a boy scout. But like that. ( this is where he choses to be honest, apparently. )
[On the other hand, Maya's used to being left behind. It'd been happening all her life -- ever since she was an actual baby. People came, people went -- she wouldn't resent them for leaving even if they had a choice. Maybe some of them do.]
[It's awfully lonely, though. Especially with how long it's been since she's seen Phoenix. She knows time doesn't work quite right, in this case -- the second she goes back will be the same second she left, in her timeline (if she goes back), but-- it's hard not to feel isolated, sometimes. Missions go well and missions go badly, there's few things that are constant in her life now, and--]
[One of those things is Peter. The best constant, actually. No matter what goes wrong, no matter who leaves, no matter what happens, she knows she can stay strong if he's there with her. Which he is, in a literal sense, currently. They're back in Oska and though Maya can't quite bring herself to think of it as home, she's glad to be back. She's on her way to the kitchen with him when she gets wind of an odd sensation, and then, all of a sudden, he reaches out towards her to grab her arm.]
Peter? What's up?
[And it's about then that she notices she can't move. That neither of them can, actually. That there's something hanging above-- it's freaking mistletoe
Seriously?! Is someone pranking us?!
[She huffs in tandem with him, but there's just one little thing. When she thinks about the possibility of kissing Peter, it's not really an annoyance, but---]
[Actually, her heart starts to beat a little faster. What is up with that?]
Oh. Um, y-yeah.... I bet someone can burn it up with magic or something! Lemme grab my magitek, there's no way I'm going to let us get stuck here when there's a feast waiting for us in the kitchen!
[It's awfully lonely, though. Especially with how long it's been since she's seen Phoenix. She knows time doesn't work quite right, in this case -- the second she goes back will be the same second she left, in her timeline (if she goes back), but-- it's hard not to feel isolated, sometimes. Missions go well and missions go badly, there's few things that are constant in her life now, and--]
[One of those things is Peter. The best constant, actually. No matter what goes wrong, no matter who leaves, no matter what happens, she knows she can stay strong if he's there with her. Which he is, in a literal sense, currently. They're back in Oska and though Maya can't quite bring herself to think of it as home, she's glad to be back. She's on her way to the kitchen with him when she gets wind of an odd sensation, and then, all of a sudden, he reaches out towards her to grab her arm.]
Peter? What's up?
[And it's about then that she notices she can't move. That neither of them can, actually. That there's something hanging above-- it's freaking mistletoe
Seriously?! Is someone pranking us?!
[She huffs in tandem with him, but there's just one little thing. When she thinks about the possibility of kissing Peter, it's not really an annoyance, but---]
[Actually, her heart starts to beat a little faster. What is up with that?]
Oh. Um, y-yeah.... I bet someone can burn it up with magic or something! Lemme grab my magitek, there's no way I'm going to let us get stuck here when there's a feast waiting for us in the kitchen!
I know it's probably not possible for buildings to have it out for you, but I don't know about this one.
( Oska's castle can rebuild itself on its own, after all, and this god forsaken plant seems to prop up every Christmas, without fail, trying to prey on the unsuspecting. being around for years means he's gotten good at avoiding the stuff when it's actually December, but even the vigilante isn't so vigilant that he was keeping an eye out in the middle of summer.
Peter is in the middle of patting down his pockets trying to find his own magitek when he hears the unmistakable increased tempo of the heartbeat right in front of him. now, he's no Matt Murdock, he's not exactly a walking lie detector, he doesn't know that much about heartbeat irregularity that he can know everything from that simple fact. still, the fact her heartbeat is racing is kind of familiar, considering... his might be, too.
Maya is still looking for her magitek and off on a tangent about feasts as of yet uneaten, but Peter pauses, watching her. he always seems to think it'll be so easy, to realize the disaster every time he reaches a little too far past friendship. the smart thing would be to call someone to get the mistletoe for them, not traverse a path that there's no coming back from once they start. he should be smart about this. )
Or I could just kiss you. It'd be faster. ( or.... you know, okay, he could just do that instead. nevermind, why bother being smart? who even does that? clearly not the technical genius, when has he ever bothered to be smart in situations like these. no matter how nonchalant Peter attempts to sound, there's an edge of nervousness in the suggestion, despite the clue he wasn't supposed to hear in her heartbeat. )
( Oska's castle can rebuild itself on its own, after all, and this god forsaken plant seems to prop up every Christmas, without fail, trying to prey on the unsuspecting. being around for years means he's gotten good at avoiding the stuff when it's actually December, but even the vigilante isn't so vigilant that he was keeping an eye out in the middle of summer.
Peter is in the middle of patting down his pockets trying to find his own magitek when he hears the unmistakable increased tempo of the heartbeat right in front of him. now, he's no Matt Murdock, he's not exactly a walking lie detector, he doesn't know that much about heartbeat irregularity that he can know everything from that simple fact. still, the fact her heartbeat is racing is kind of familiar, considering... his might be, too.
Maya is still looking for her magitek and off on a tangent about feasts as of yet uneaten, but Peter pauses, watching her. he always seems to think it'll be so easy, to realize the disaster every time he reaches a little too far past friendship. the smart thing would be to call someone to get the mistletoe for them, not traverse a path that there's no coming back from once they start. he should be smart about this. )
Or I could just kiss you. It'd be faster. ( or.... you know, okay, he could just do that instead. nevermind, why bother being smart? who even does that? clearly not the technical genius, when has he ever bothered to be smart in situations like these. no matter how nonchalant Peter attempts to sound, there's an edge of nervousness in the suggestion, despite the clue he wasn't supposed to hear in her heartbeat. )
I don't know, I think it's plenty possible. This is totally the wrong time of the year for this kind of thing, anyway!
[Maya huffs a little.... there's not much else she can do in her position except complain, so complaining it is!!]
[He doesn't necessarily have to be Matt Murdock, to catch the way her heart starts the race, to catch how it literally skips a beat when he suggests kissing her. In fact, her cheeks might be tinging red, too --- what's up with that]
W-Well..... [The normally so witty Maya is actually at a loss for words. It's not that she's opposed -- actually, the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks it might be kind of nice -- but she's never kissed a boy before, she doesn't know how, she'd probably only embarrass herself, and--]
I mean.. I, If.... If you want to!
[It comes out a little squeakier and a little higher pitched than she intended, and she fumbles with the magatama around her neck that's serving as her magitek, failing at grasping it entirely]
[Maya huffs a little.... there's not much else she can do in her position except complain, so complaining it is!!]
[He doesn't necessarily have to be Matt Murdock, to catch the way her heart starts the race, to catch how it literally skips a beat when he suggests kissing her. In fact, her cheeks might be tinging red, too --- what's up with that]
W-Well..... [The normally so witty Maya is actually at a loss for words. It's not that she's opposed -- actually, the more she thinks about it, the more she thinks it might be kind of nice -- but she's never kissed a boy before, she doesn't know how, she'd probably only embarrass herself, and--]
I mean.. I, If.... If you want to!
[It comes out a little squeakier and a little higher pitched than she intended, and she fumbles with the magatama around her neck that's serving as her magitek, failing at grasping it entirely]
( before ALASTAIR, Peter wouldn't have believed that a building could have ill intent, because it was you know, a building. magic wasn't a part of his perspective, and while there's still a stubborn part of him that can't quite let go of the possibility that even "magic" had some kind of scientific explanation...
he has at least stopped looking for them continually when confronted with things he can't explain.
there's no explanation for why there is magical mistletoe in the middle of July pinning them to the floor right now, yet there is an explanation for why Maya is suddenly turning red and squeaking in a way he's never heard before. it's funny to think in all the time they've known each other he's never managed to fluster her so badly, when Peter can admit to himself that his affection for her these days already runs a little too deep, romance or no.
for as dense as he can pretend to be, and as far as romantic inclinations go, it tends to be very dense — he doesn't find himself uncertain at the moment. well, maybe a little, wondering what it might be like to kiss her, and what might happen if he does. if it will change everything, and the chance of that change being horrible. considering how relationships work out for him, statistically, it's safe to be a little uncertain. he's not uncertain enough to doubt that he'd like to kiss her, though. )
I want to, ( he decides, sounding oddly certain about it as he lifts a hand to gingerly touch the heated red of her cheek. as if he has to experience the burn of her blush to prove to himself it's real — or maybe he just is oddly proud of the fact he caused it. ) If you want to.
he has at least stopped looking for them continually when confronted with things he can't explain.
there's no explanation for why there is magical mistletoe in the middle of July pinning them to the floor right now, yet there is an explanation for why Maya is suddenly turning red and squeaking in a way he's never heard before. it's funny to think in all the time they've known each other he's never managed to fluster her so badly, when Peter can admit to himself that his affection for her these days already runs a little too deep, romance or no.
for as dense as he can pretend to be, and as far as romantic inclinations go, it tends to be very dense — he doesn't find himself uncertain at the moment. well, maybe a little, wondering what it might be like to kiss her, and what might happen if he does. if it will change everything, and the chance of that change being horrible. considering how relationships work out for him, statistically, it's safe to be a little uncertain. he's not uncertain enough to doubt that he'd like to kiss her, though. )
I want to, ( he decides, sounding oddly certain about it as he lifts a hand to gingerly touch the heated red of her cheek. as if he has to experience the burn of her blush to prove to himself it's real — or maybe he just is oddly proud of the fact he caused it. ) If you want to.
[Maya's always been more flexible when it comes to believing in the unbelievable -- she herself is a spirit medium, a concept most people don't even believe in, so magic isn't such a foreign concept to someone like her. Still, even Maya wouldn't have considered a building to have a mind of its own, let alone malice or.... whatever's going on here. Maybe it's got a prankster spirit.]
[But it's hard for her to maintain these Mayaish trains of thoughts when he's so close, and her heart is beating, and he's saying that he wants to kiss her and he's touching her very red and hot cheek. Does she even know how to kiss? She's never done it before. She's only ever seen it on TV, what if it's bad and he doesn't like it--]
[(He must be so proud of himself, to get the upper hand on her like this. The teaser has become the teasee!)]
There's--- I mean, we----
[She's known to stammer, at times, especially when flustered, but those situations don't come up with Peter. She stops herself from saying there's no other choice, because now that she's thinking about it, maybe she does want it. Maybe it'd be nice. And they have to, right? So they might as well.]
O... okay. Let's do it. [And a quick, hasty, also kind of squeaky addendum:] B-But you're not allowed to make of me! I've never kissed anyone before!
[But it's hard for her to maintain these Mayaish trains of thoughts when he's so close, and her heart is beating, and he's saying that he wants to kiss her and he's touching her very red and hot cheek. Does she even know how to kiss? She's never done it before. She's only ever seen it on TV, what if it's bad and he doesn't like it--]
[(He must be so proud of himself, to get the upper hand on her like this. The teaser has become the teasee!)]
There's--- I mean, we----
[She's known to stammer, at times, especially when flustered, but those situations don't come up with Peter. She stops herself from saying there's no other choice, because now that she's thinking about it, maybe she does want it. Maybe it'd be nice. And they have to, right? So they might as well.]
O... okay. Let's do it. [And a quick, hasty, also kind of squeaky addendum:] B-But you're not allowed to make of me! I've never kissed anyone before!
( he's definitely better than he used to be. due in no small part to Maya herself. it's hard to deny the supernatural when your best friend is a medium capable of completely taking on the form of the dead. there's no science-ing your way out of that one.
proud of himself? never. or, okay, maybe a little. usually the one forgetting what he wants to say, losing his train of thought, and stammering over his own feet is Peter. it's pretty new to have it the other way around, though to be fair he won't hold it over her head...
too much. frankly, it's impossible not to do it a little, she's tiny and that isn't his fault. )
They say practice makes perfect. ( PETER, s t o p. hopefully this kiss is horrible and Maya decides she never wants to try again. at least, it won't take multiple tries to please the mistletoe. he's not quite as cavalier as he lets on, though, with the fact it is her first kiss. it's not a shock, actually, though it leaves a slight flutter to his heartbeat to realize that it's a big responsibility. oh good, he even found responsibility in making out. literally, only Peter Parker.
for a first kiss, it isn't fancy. he has to tilt her chin up just to make it possible to kiss her, their heights working against them. not enough to make it impossible, though, and the kiss is short as it is sweet. he can already feel the magic slipping away when he tries to gauge her reaction, dark eyes both hopeful and a hair nervous. ) Horrible? ( he whispers, because of course when in doubt: make a joke at your own expense. )
proud of himself? never. or, okay, maybe a little. usually the one forgetting what he wants to say, losing his train of thought, and stammering over his own feet is Peter. it's pretty new to have it the other way around, though to be fair he won't hold it over her head...
too much. frankly, it's impossible not to do it a little, she's tiny and that isn't his fault. )
They say practice makes perfect. ( PETER, s t o p. hopefully this kiss is horrible and Maya decides she never wants to try again. at least, it won't take multiple tries to please the mistletoe. he's not quite as cavalier as he lets on, though, with the fact it is her first kiss. it's not a shock, actually, though it leaves a slight flutter to his heartbeat to realize that it's a big responsibility. oh good, he even found responsibility in making out. literally, only Peter Parker.
for a first kiss, it isn't fancy. he has to tilt her chin up just to make it possible to kiss her, their heights working against them. not enough to make it impossible, though, and the kiss is short as it is sweet. he can already feel the magic slipping away when he tries to gauge her reaction, dark eyes both hopeful and a hair nervous. ) Horrible? ( he whispers, because of course when in doubt: make a joke at your own expense. )
[ honestly, it's probably karma that she gets to be the stammering losing her train of thought dweeb for once, while he teases her and holds it over her head. it's not something that happens to maya a lot -- she's able to roll with a lot -- but romance is one of those things she has zero experience in, thus making her very easy to fluster. ]
Practice..... how many times are you planning to do this?! [ funny, though, when she thinks about it, she might not mind if it's more than once. his lips touch hers as he awkwardly contours down so that their faces are level -- it's short and not how she'd imagined it to be from movies, but it still leaves her feeling warm and flushed and like there's something in her chest. she kind of wants to stick her leg out in the air like it's a disney movie, too, but it passes too quickly. ]
Well.... [ she's not actually meaning to tease him in this very rare scenario, the little pause is more her trying to process how she feels about it. ] .... It was... kinda nice. Except, I think my lips were kinda dry... did they feel kinda dry to you?
[ she still feels warm, and she's still stammering a little. huh. ]
Practice..... how many times are you planning to do this?! [ funny, though, when she thinks about it, she might not mind if it's more than once. his lips touch hers as he awkwardly contours down so that their faces are level -- it's short and not how she'd imagined it to be from movies, but it still leaves her feeling warm and flushed and like there's something in her chest. she kind of wants to stick her leg out in the air like it's a disney movie, too, but it passes too quickly. ]
Well.... [ she's not actually meaning to tease him in this very rare scenario, the little pause is more her trying to process how she feels about it. ] .... It was... kinda nice. Except, I think my lips were kinda dry... did they feel kinda dry to you?
[ she still feels warm, and she's still stammering a little. huh. ]
( that's a dangerous question to ask a boy, Maya. when given an option between one kiss and many, it would take a rare kind to err on the side of one and done. Peter is a whole lot of things — heroic to a fault, a huge sufferer of survivor's guilt, not half as funny as he thinks he is, and a horrible indoor skateboarder — but above the simple and expected desires of a male his age? mmm, no, he's not that.
that said, his excessive interest in the activity and experience in it besides, the kiss is indeed quite short. maybe it's not as stunningly romantic that way, but coerced into canoodling through disruptive magical plants sort of killed the romance before they even started. he'd rather know it is something she wants instead of something she feels obligated to agree to.
a moment is long enough for him to wonder, and silence is rarely to be taken as a good sign, yet the momentary panic is quelled as she decides it wasn't so bad after all. he's relieved and reassured all at once, though really, what was he expecting? she asks him about whether her lips seemed dry and perhaps it's the scientist in him that has to verify his findings before he can elaborate on them, but with the knowledge one kiss had been "kinda nice" Peter seems inclined for the second to be more on the edge of "more or less enjoyable".
so the second kiss is less fleeting, less testing, less inquiring, less to impress a plant and more simply because he wants to. because he's wanted to for longer than he likes to think about. it's a dangerous edge he's teetering on, but when it comes down to it, it's also an edge he's never been any good at not jumping straight off of sooner or later. )
that said, his excessive interest in the activity and experience in it besides, the kiss is indeed quite short. maybe it's not as stunningly romantic that way, but coerced into canoodling through disruptive magical plants sort of killed the romance before they even started. he'd rather know it is something she wants instead of something she feels obligated to agree to.
a moment is long enough for him to wonder, and silence is rarely to be taken as a good sign, yet the momentary panic is quelled as she decides it wasn't so bad after all. he's relieved and reassured all at once, though really, what was he expecting? she asks him about whether her lips seemed dry and perhaps it's the scientist in him that has to verify his findings before he can elaborate on them, but with the knowledge one kiss had been "kinda nice" Peter seems inclined for the second to be more on the edge of "more or less enjoyable".
so the second kiss is less fleeting, less testing, less inquiring, less to impress a plant and more simply because he wants to. because he's wanted to for longer than he likes to think about. it's a dangerous edge he's teetering on, but when it comes down to it, it's also an edge he's never been any good at not jumping straight off of sooner or later. )
[ it's hard not to let her mind wander --- this is all new to her, it's a scenario they've both been forced into, and it's not how she imagined her first (and second) kiss would go. it's frankly not something she even thought about too much -- despite being a teenage girl, she's never really had a huge interest in romance. in fact, prior to meeting phoenix, she's hardly even know any boys. and despite that -- the lack of experience, the lack of teenage girl daydreams, she can't think about anything else but that kiss right now. ]
[ or how soft his lips were. she actually starts to lick hers before he presses in for another one --- somehow, even though she sees him leaning it, it comes as a complete surprise to her. like it's never occurred to her that he'd willingly want to kiss her without the magic forcing them too. this time, despite being just as prepared (not at all), she does lean in, twining her fingers in his hair and pressing into the kiss. she's still kind of hesitant and shy, following his lead, but she makes a little contented noise in the back of her throat and closes her eyes. ]
[ or how soft his lips were. she actually starts to lick hers before he presses in for another one --- somehow, even though she sees him leaning it, it comes as a complete surprise to her. like it's never occurred to her that he'd willingly want to kiss her without the magic forcing them too. this time, despite being just as prepared (not at all), she does lean in, twining her fingers in his hair and pressing into the kiss. she's still kind of hesitant and shy, following his lead, but she makes a little contented noise in the back of her throat and closes her eyes. ]
( he's horrible about first kisses, apparently. Maya is welcome to air complaints. Gwen he'd peaced out literally seconds after thanks to a giant lizard attack without even an attempt at a goodbye. Stiles, he'd immediately started saying dumb shit about the chemical reactions in fireworks. jury's out on how he'll ruin this one but i believe that destructive power is still inside of him.
it probably should have occurred to her — he isn't the greatest at hiding feelings that creep up on him, and he's beyond pretending that he should be. his heart is a mangled, foolish thing — age and pain and experience hasn't managed to wring it out of him. she might not have considered it but he has, and maybe this wasn't the perfect set up, it was perfect for pushing past that last bit of resistance. the ingrained human fear of falling, before the push off the edge.
Peter Parker has always been too inclined toward the adrenaline of a fall.
knowing her as long as he has, Peter knows that some of her boisterous nature and easy confidence is more of a fake it til you make it situation. it is an unspoken vote of confidence that in a moment like this, she doesn't try to pretend she's more sure than she is. hesitant and shy can't manage to make the kiss any less sweet, and he smiles against her mouth at the endearing little noise she makes, though not long enough to require pulling away.
sense and propriety should dictate that making out in the halls of Oska Castle would be shortlived. it might be on Maya to be the one with sense and propriety since Peter is more inclined to enjoy the moment as long as she wants to share it. a horrific 'when you give a mouse a cookie' situation, though only slightly as selfish. after all, there's a lot to explore in a kiss when you're new to giving them. that's absolutely why he's so invested in it, right? that's a good alibi if anyone asks. )
it probably should have occurred to her — he isn't the greatest at hiding feelings that creep up on him, and he's beyond pretending that he should be. his heart is a mangled, foolish thing — age and pain and experience hasn't managed to wring it out of him. she might not have considered it but he has, and maybe this wasn't the perfect set up, it was perfect for pushing past that last bit of resistance. the ingrained human fear of falling, before the push off the edge.
Peter Parker has always been too inclined toward the adrenaline of a fall.
knowing her as long as he has, Peter knows that some of her boisterous nature and easy confidence is more of a fake it til you make it situation. it is an unspoken vote of confidence that in a moment like this, she doesn't try to pretend she's more sure than she is. hesitant and shy can't manage to make the kiss any less sweet, and he smiles against her mouth at the endearing little noise she makes, though not long enough to require pulling away.
sense and propriety should dictate that making out in the halls of Oska Castle would be shortlived. it might be on Maya to be the one with sense and propriety since Peter is more inclined to enjoy the moment as long as she wants to share it. a horrific 'when you give a mouse a cookie' situation, though only slightly as selfish. after all, there's a lot to explore in a kiss when you're new to giving them. that's absolutely why he's so invested in it, right? that's a good alibi if anyone asks. )
( usually, Peter is the one that needs fixing up. he's learned to be pretty good at it. because even with the super healing, he still hates the look in his aunts eyes when she finds him bruised or bleeding. it's easier to fix it up and get it to heal faster than it is to ignore it and try to impress on the only family he has left that he's fine, really, or make up any new excuses about why he looks like someone hit him with a brick wall.
(he really needs to move out. Aunt May will still worry, there's no avoiding that. but she doesn't have to worry about breaks and bruises that will fix themselves up sooner than later. because they won't ever stop and she won't ever stop worrying.)
the fast healing thing, really, kind of makes injuries seem less concerning. not to say Peter get hits on purpose, but he'll take one when he has to, and he'll certainly take one before letting someone else get hit. some things can't be avoided and he doesn't think too much about a sprain, or a bruise, or having to stumble into bed because he can barely move for how much it hurts. if he sleeps long enough, it'll be like it never happened. makes it easier to think that it didn't matter quite as much, as long as he could avoid the look in his aunt's eyes, the reminder that someone cared enough to hurt because he hurt.
safe to say, he probably isn't ready for the tides to be turned. still, the fact Matt isn't texting him back has him worried, and more nosy than usual. when he makes it to Matt's fire escape he presses an ear against the door, trying to figure out if he was even there. sleeping maybe? and while he can't track heartbeats across city streets, Peter's hearing is more than good enough to know that Matt is in the apartment, somewhere, and that something is wrong.
and with knowing that there's not much that could keep him out, truth be told, though it would be super awkward to explain why he's there if one of Matt's friends happened to be present.
it's weird to be in the apartment in such extreme darkness, but it makes sense. Matt doesn't need a light on, after all. Peter would sure like one, but he manages to get down the steps without falling down them. ) Matt? ( why is he whispering? he doesn't need an answer, really, turning toward the sound of uneven breathing. the light through the window is all red neon glare, and it does nothing to improve what he sees. ) Jesus— ( Matt will be mad at him for that one later; Peter doesn't care. he drops to his knees in front of Matt, not yet touching, instead trying to make out how bad it was without deafening Matt with his heartbeat exploding through his chest. he's certainly unsuccessful in the last endeavor, because Peter can't manage to calm it down. he braves a touch, and he's barely able to find a spot on Matt's arm that doesn't look like it'll hurt like hell to be touched there. ) It's me.
(he really needs to move out. Aunt May will still worry, there's no avoiding that. but she doesn't have to worry about breaks and bruises that will fix themselves up sooner than later. because they won't ever stop and she won't ever stop worrying.)
the fast healing thing, really, kind of makes injuries seem less concerning. not to say Peter get hits on purpose, but he'll take one when he has to, and he'll certainly take one before letting someone else get hit. some things can't be avoided and he doesn't think too much about a sprain, or a bruise, or having to stumble into bed because he can barely move for how much it hurts. if he sleeps long enough, it'll be like it never happened. makes it easier to think that it didn't matter quite as much, as long as he could avoid the look in his aunt's eyes, the reminder that someone cared enough to hurt because he hurt.
safe to say, he probably isn't ready for the tides to be turned. still, the fact Matt isn't texting him back has him worried, and more nosy than usual. when he makes it to Matt's fire escape he presses an ear against the door, trying to figure out if he was even there. sleeping maybe? and while he can't track heartbeats across city streets, Peter's hearing is more than good enough to know that Matt is in the apartment, somewhere, and that something is wrong.
and with knowing that there's not much that could keep him out, truth be told, though it would be super awkward to explain why he's there if one of Matt's friends happened to be present.
it's weird to be in the apartment in such extreme darkness, but it makes sense. Matt doesn't need a light on, after all. Peter would sure like one, but he manages to get down the steps without falling down them. ) Matt? ( why is he whispering? he doesn't need an answer, really, turning toward the sound of uneven breathing. the light through the window is all red neon glare, and it does nothing to improve what he sees. ) Jesus— ( Matt will be mad at him for that one later; Peter doesn't care. he drops to his knees in front of Matt, not yet touching, instead trying to make out how bad it was without deafening Matt with his heartbeat exploding through his chest. he's certainly unsuccessful in the last endeavor, because Peter can't manage to calm it down. he braves a touch, and he's barely able to find a spot on Matt's arm that doesn't look like it'll hurt like hell to be touched there. ) It's me.
[Things got better for Matt. He went back to practicing law. Foggy and Karen even started to joke, "Don't let a building fall on you" before he left. They knew his secret-- his senses. But what they didn't know was that months after he stopped being Daredevil... he went back to being Daredevil. The news didn't always capture it, he was going for low level guys. Then he got over his head.
His relationship with Peter was a strange one. Peter seemed to take the whole city while Matt just stayed in the kitchen. He found a small group of Yakuza (which pissed Matt off, he ran them out of the city twice now). He was watching them. Maybe he should have asked Peter for help. But Matt went ahead and started a fight during a arms deal.
--The thing about Matt's suit is that it was near indestructible. Near. Knives could still penetrate at different angles. It wasn't bulletproof, but it at least stopped them before they pierced his skin.
Peter would find Matt on his couch as per usual when he was injured. Shirtless, stripped down to boxer briefs and blood. He had slashes across his back which made him curl up and face the back of the couch. His front wasn't much better, huge blooming bruises from bullets adorned his chest and arms. Blood poured from a gasp on the side of his mouth and his hands shook.] Peter... I'm sorry. [He turned to face him, sightless eyes looking just past Peter's eyes.] Do not call a doctor.
His relationship with Peter was a strange one. Peter seemed to take the whole city while Matt just stayed in the kitchen. He found a small group of Yakuza (which pissed Matt off, he ran them out of the city twice now). He was watching them. Maybe he should have asked Peter for help. But Matt went ahead and started a fight during a arms deal.
--The thing about Matt's suit is that it was near indestructible. Near. Knives could still penetrate at different angles. It wasn't bulletproof, but it at least stopped them before they pierced his skin.
Peter would find Matt on his couch as per usual when he was injured. Shirtless, stripped down to boxer briefs and blood. He had slashes across his back which made him curl up and face the back of the couch. His front wasn't much better, huge blooming bruises from bullets adorned his chest and arms. Blood poured from a gasp on the side of his mouth and his hands shook.] Peter... I'm sorry. [He turned to face him, sightless eyes looking just past Peter's eyes.] Do not call a doctor.
( yeah, maybe he should have. Peter probably could have made time to stop some yakuza, even if that isn't necessarily his usual beat. and it certainly would have gone easier, with two of them instead of one. they don't team up that often, and part of that is because Peter can't stop finding it terrifying to have someone he cares about on the front lines — oh, of course he knows Matt is punching a bloody swath through crime in Hell's Kitchen, but it is easier not seeing it, and knowing how close it can sometimes be, even for someone with senses sharper than his are. the other part, well, that probably has to do with how Matt Murdock sucks at admitting he needs help.
case in point, the fact he was sitting here bleeding out in his boxers without so much as a word. Peter shakes his head, not knowing what to do with a sorry. is this what his aunt has felt like, watching him stumble home with injuries? no, Aunt May probably feels worse because she doesn't know how he's getting them, that he walked into them knowing the danger and that it was worth the risk. turns out knowing isn't that much easier. )
Who did this to you? ( he hasn't fought for revenge in a long time, but that doesn't mean Peter won't go out of his way to make sure those who hurt people he cares about are held accountable. he can definitely make some time for that. as for the no doctors thing, well, he should have seen that one coming, but somehow Peter can't help but be incredulous. )
You need a doctor! You could bleed out here, on your stupid sofa! ( he's generally not one to insult furniture, but this situation is proving a little stressful. Peter stands up, abruptly, and paces a few tight steps. his aunt is nearly done with nursing school — maybe he could... no, no he can't. he really can't explain to her why he knows this implausibly beat up lawyer. that's not a story he wants to get into right now. )
I'm going to get a first aid kit. Stay there. ( honestly, Peter, where is the guy going to go? it's safe to say Peter is panicking a little, even as he moves to the kitchen. Gwen Stacy is supposed to be tucked neatly away in the box of his mind, and yet his thoughts keep drifting toward what happens when Matt doesn't manage to stumble back to his apartment after getting beat to shit. thankfully, Matt can't hear his panicked thoughts, just his racing heartbeat — and the way he tears apart the kitchen trying to find the first aid kit. )
case in point, the fact he was sitting here bleeding out in his boxers without so much as a word. Peter shakes his head, not knowing what to do with a sorry. is this what his aunt has felt like, watching him stumble home with injuries? no, Aunt May probably feels worse because she doesn't know how he's getting them, that he walked into them knowing the danger and that it was worth the risk. turns out knowing isn't that much easier. )
Who did this to you? ( he hasn't fought for revenge in a long time, but that doesn't mean Peter won't go out of his way to make sure those who hurt people he cares about are held accountable. he can definitely make some time for that. as for the no doctors thing, well, he should have seen that one coming, but somehow Peter can't help but be incredulous. )
You need a doctor! You could bleed out here, on your stupid sofa! ( he's generally not one to insult furniture, but this situation is proving a little stressful. Peter stands up, abruptly, and paces a few tight steps. his aunt is nearly done with nursing school — maybe he could... no, no he can't. he really can't explain to her why he knows this implausibly beat up lawyer. that's not a story he wants to get into right now. )
I'm going to get a first aid kit. Stay there. ( honestly, Peter, where is the guy going to go? it's safe to say Peter is panicking a little, even as he moves to the kitchen. Gwen Stacy is supposed to be tucked neatly away in the box of his mind, and yet his thoughts keep drifting toward what happens when Matt doesn't manage to stumble back to his apartment after getting beat to shit. thankfully, Matt can't hear his panicked thoughts, just his racing heartbeat — and the way he tears apart the kitchen trying to find the first aid kit. )
Yakuza. They had swords or something. Guns too. A little primitive, a little new age. [Matt tried to chuckle but ended up coughing. Eugh, his lungs hurt.] No! I can't go to a doctor. Try to explain how this happened to me. [Matt made a point to never raise his voice at Peter. The reason is simple: Peter is precious. Not because of his age or anything like that. Just Peter's demeanor. Peter was sweet, so Matt tried to be that right back to him. But instead his voice echoed off the high ceiling of his apartment.]
There should be a good first aid kit under the sink. Claire... she uh, she left it for me. Gloves and stitches, the whole thing. I'd ask you to call her but. [Pause for dramatic effect.] She wouldn't answer.
[He hears Peter's heartbeat, feels the heat rush to Peter's face.] I just need a few stitches and then I can meditate, it'll help me heal. [As if that were comforting.] Did you text me?
There should be a good first aid kit under the sink. Claire... she uh, she left it for me. Gloves and stitches, the whole thing. I'd ask you to call her but. [Pause for dramatic effect.] She wouldn't answer.
[He hears Peter's heartbeat, feels the heat rush to Peter's face.] I just need a few stitches and then I can meditate, it'll help me heal. [As if that were comforting.] Did you text me?
( Peter knows full well there's no explaining it, no making the questions go away and certainly no avoiding the attention it'd gather from all the wrong people. he knows because he's been in the same position, when he doesn't quite hide the worst of his injuries. that doesn't make him any happier about it, though. he's not sure he's ever heard Matt use that tone of voice before, and even if he'd like to protest more, he doesn't. Matt is right, as much as he hates it. )
Just putting it out there, probably would have been a good idea to keep in touch with the nurse. ( because he is not a nurse. his idea of first aid is ramshackle at best because let's be honest, he doesn't really have to worry that much. he could ignore it and wake up perfectly fine. now that it is someone he cares about that could very well suffer if he doesn't do a good job, he wishes he had any clue what he was doing.
once he's found the kit, he's back, kneeling on the floor between Matt's legs and rifling through the kit with an abundance of nervous energy. he does stop to pinch the bridge of his nose at the idea Matt can focus his body back into one piece, though. Peter is not a mystical creature, his head runs on scientific rules and equations. he knows Matt believes that, but for his part, he can't. which only means he has to make sure the guy doesn't bleed out in front of him, and gets those stitches he needs, which provides absolutely no pressure to the situation, thanks for asking. ) Of course I texted you. I am always texting you.
( feels a little pathetic, now. he should have known from the silence that something was up — Matt always answered, when he could. the painful nothingness was a glaring clue, and he should have been doing something about it sooner. ) If I'm giving you stitches, you have to talk me through it. ( he feels dumb to have to ask, but he'd rather seem foolish than do it wrong. )
Just putting it out there, probably would have been a good idea to keep in touch with the nurse. ( because he is not a nurse. his idea of first aid is ramshackle at best because let's be honest, he doesn't really have to worry that much. he could ignore it and wake up perfectly fine. now that it is someone he cares about that could very well suffer if he doesn't do a good job, he wishes he had any clue what he was doing.
once he's found the kit, he's back, kneeling on the floor between Matt's legs and rifling through the kit with an abundance of nervous energy. he does stop to pinch the bridge of his nose at the idea Matt can focus his body back into one piece, though. Peter is not a mystical creature, his head runs on scientific rules and equations. he knows Matt believes that, but for his part, he can't. which only means he has to make sure the guy doesn't bleed out in front of him, and gets those stitches he needs, which provides absolutely no pressure to the situation, thanks for asking. ) Of course I texted you. I am always texting you.
( feels a little pathetic, now. he should have known from the silence that something was up — Matt always answered, when he could. the painful nothingness was a glaring clue, and he should have been doing something about it sooner. ) If I'm giving you stitches, you have to talk me through it. ( he feels dumb to have to ask, but he'd rather seem foolish than do it wrong. )
[Matt had sat up from his laying position when he heard Peter rifling around under his sink. It took a lot of energy and he felt like his head was going to explode from pressure.] I can't be friends with the nurse anymore, we got too close. [Would that be enough to placate Peter? Claire said she couldn't fall in love with someone who was so close to becoming the thing he hates. And that broke Matt twice. But he didn't want to tell Peter the details of his former flames. Especially when Matt and Peter were attached to each other the way they were.]
You ever get hit in the head so many times it feels like ... ugh.
[Peter knelt on the floor in front of Matt and Matt reached out to put his hand on Peter's shoulder. Something to comfort him, because this pain was a mighty one. Listening to Peter's heart like a cat purring.] I can talk you through it. Put the gloves on. Do you know how to sew? Isn't that how you got your suit?
You ever get hit in the head so many times it feels like ... ugh.
[Peter knelt on the floor in front of Matt and Matt reached out to put his hand on Peter's shoulder. Something to comfort him, because this pain was a mighty one. Listening to Peter's heart like a cat purring.] I can talk you through it. Put the gloves on. Do you know how to sew? Isn't that how you got your suit?
( placate? not exactly. instead he wonders how close is too close, and if he will find out sooner or later. Peter tries to remember the importance of not getting too attached, not letting anyone too close — but he sort of sucks at it, and he already knows if eventually Matt decides that he’s the next person in his life that needs to be kept safe from himself, it’s going to hurt like hell.
there’s no time to worry about that right now. he physically shakes his head, as if he can shake the fears out loose. the touch on his shoulder is actually surprisingly grounding, and he turns the shake into a weary nod. okay, he can do this. )
Oh, yeah. You remember Doc Oc? Rang my bell hard enough that I don’t think I could speak properly for two days. Only my aunt could understand the gibberish. ( for Peter to still be messed up after a day, it’d been quite the hit. Peter isn’t a nurse like Claire or Aunt May, but he knows enough to disinfect his hands before he grabs the gloves. it goes okay until he uses his teeth to pull on the second one. ) Crap, ( he mumbles, reaching for the second pair. sorry, Matt, his bedside manner needs work. )
there’s no time to worry about that right now. he physically shakes his head, as if he can shake the fears out loose. the touch on his shoulder is actually surprisingly grounding, and he turns the shake into a weary nod. okay, he can do this. )
Oh, yeah. You remember Doc Oc? Rang my bell hard enough that I don’t think I could speak properly for two days. Only my aunt could understand the gibberish. ( for Peter to still be messed up after a day, it’d been quite the hit. Peter isn’t a nurse like Claire or Aunt May, but he knows enough to disinfect his hands before he grabs the gloves. it goes okay until he uses his teeth to pull on the second one. ) Crap, ( he mumbles, reaching for the second pair. sorry, Matt, his bedside manner needs work. )
[Matt twisted on the couch, leaving a warm spot on Peter's shoulder where his hand was. It reminded Matt of how Peter explained his spider sense to him. Matt could feel the warmth from his hand on Peter but the weird itching feeling that he had to keep focused on it, that it was there. Along with his head was pounding.] Tentacle guy, yeah. I'm glad you're okay and speaking clearly again. [Small smile! He sits so that Peter can reach his back and get the worst gash, the deep one that goes alongside his shoulder blade.]
It's okay, Pete, I got all night. Uh-- Thanks for not being mad at me. Usually when people find me half dead, I get a lecture. Unless that's coming?
It's okay, Pete, I got all night. Uh-- Thanks for not being mad at me. Usually when people find me half dead, I get a lecture. Unless that's coming?
Guess it depends on who you ask. ( when he was mid embarrassed stammer, Peter still hardly made any sense. luckily he has no time (and no reason, at least so far) to be embarrassed. he has to focus on what he’s doing, because while yes spider senses did help in a situation like this, he’s not really used to using them in any other way but defensively. it was probably something he could learn from Matt — his senses were so refined they were incredible, even for the guy who could pluck a fly from midair.
as for not being mad... ) I gotta be honest, not feeling delighted right about now. ( he gets the second glove on without his teeth (these gloves were seriously too small for his dumb gangly hands) and finds the peroxide. ) And since you don’t actually have all night, I’ll argue with you about how you should have told me you were taking a team of katana and gun wielding yakuza later.
( probably not yelling — it took a lot to get Peter heated enough to yell. but yeah, you’re probably in for a worried lecture at some point, Matt. on one hand, Peter gets it. on the other he really would have hated to crawl in the window and found Matt dead on his sofa. seriously he can probably handle only so many dead romantic interests... )
as for not being mad... ) I gotta be honest, not feeling delighted right about now. ( he gets the second glove on without his teeth (these gloves were seriously too small for his dumb gangly hands) and finds the peroxide. ) And since you don’t actually have all night, I’ll argue with you about how you should have told me you were taking a team of katana and gun wielding yakuza later.
( probably not yelling — it took a lot to get Peter heated enough to yell. but yeah, you’re probably in for a worried lecture at some point, Matt. on one hand, Peter gets it. on the other he really would have hated to crawl in the window and found Matt dead on his sofa. seriously he can probably handle only so many dead romantic interests... )
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