[ Peter hadn't even made it into the hotel yet when something happened. His Spideysense screams at him quite suddenly to move and he yanks Ned back with him just as a car seems to come careening out of nowhere and crashes right into the entry doors of the hotel the two boys were to be staying at. He give Ned a concerned look before starting to move over to see if the driver needs help only to narrowly avoid being shoved out of the way as the driver flings the door open and takes off down the side walk. ]
Seriously!?
[ Peter throws his hands up in exasperation before starting to give chase. He's supposed to be on vacation but he'd a feeling that his chaotic life would have never allowed that. He turns to run backwards so he can shout back at Ned. ]
I don't know what that guy's problem is but I hear sirens so, I'm gonna go web him up. Tell Happy I'll be back in flash!
[ He turns back around so he can run faster, pulling his mask out and slipping it over his face. Once he has Karen sort of tracking the guy he ducks into and alley to finish changing into his Spider-Man suit and webs his backpack to the nearest wall. Hopefully he can find it again later. ]
[ For now though, he aims his web shooter up and fires a web up to the top of a building and pulls himself up-he moves much faster this way so its much easier for him to catch up to the guy and drop down in front of him. ]
Hey buddy, you totally almost ran people over, that's not cool. [ He informs the man who seems quite shocked to see a spandex clad kid drop from the sky. Peter takes the opportunity to web him quickly to a wall. ]
I think you should chill out here for a bit and think about what you've done.
[ The case is an 8, actually - or it was, until the suspect - John Melvin - decided to take off on the world's most boring car chase through Mayfair, leaving the police rushing to keep up. Sherlock's chosen to follow on foot and he thinks John's panting away somewhere behind him but he can't be sure and he doesn't particularly care. He's completely intent on catching the man before he runs away with all his secrets; Sherlock's convinced he's been forging money in collaboration with a circus artist but he needs to see him up close to be sure and it's a maddening thought, that the man might just... disappear and leave him with questions and theories, rather than actual answers.
There's a crash further up the road and Sherlock doesn't need to see to realise that Melvin's dumped the car. Panicking, are we, in the heat of the moment? With a grim half-smile, Sherlock sets off down the nearby alley and he's so close, in forty-six feet he'll get him, he'll --
... pause. He comes to a complete and very sudden stop.
And stares. ]
What the...
[ So, Melvin's currently stuck to the wall in what looks like spiderweb (??) and there's... a kid in a spandex suit (???) standing there, throwing one-liners at him (????). For a long moment, Sherlock just gapes a bit uselessly, hearing the police sirens drawing closer and giving absolutely zero fucks. In the back of his mind, he suddenly recalls a late-night texting conversation, followed by a more recent one. The... spider person? This is an actual thing? He manages a more coherent word-combination but only just, his gaze jumping from Melvin to the kid and back again: ]
[ O-kay, they're on someone's trail and that someone, John Melvin, is actually in a car while Sherlock decides to pursue on foot and that's -- well, they'll do that, then, they'll chase a bloody car on foot and isn't that like their first case, the taxi one (this way, John, no, this way), isn't that like every case since? Damn it. He's breathing raggedly, staying right behind Sherlock until the car crash resounds between the surrounding buildings (a crash which Sherlock of course completely ignores), turning on his heel to run backwards for a few steps, just until he's got an overview of the scene. Anyone hurt? Doesn't seem that way, only material damage, a wrecked car and a hotel entrance smashed to bits. Fine, he'll live with that, he'll -- John turns around again, just in time to see Sherlock disappear down the nearby alley, making a face before following, footfalls sounding heavy and even against the pavement.
Until they stop. Abruptly. Because John has stopped. Abruptly.
Someone's -- what, webbed Melvin to the wall. Even before he's seen that someone in question, he's got a sinking feeling and with a grimace, he looks between Sherlock and -- what was the name, Spider-Man(?), bending over a little to lean on his knees, breaths coming out in angry pants. He's honestly getting too old for this kind of thing. The chases and the surprises and the bloody spider-people. ]
[ Peter yawns heavily, not at all fully awake having stayed up way too late telling Ned all about his day yesterday, including meeting Sherlock Holmes and John Watson and then watching Alien Convent on Ned's Laptop. He barely heard anything Happy told him about their plans for the day just that he had that Stark Gala thing he had to go to later in the evening. According to Ned, Happy had gone off to talk to Tony and would be back for them after breakfast. ]
[ Which is exactly where Peter is now, the plate in front of him is filled generously (three pancakes, four sausages, two bagels and bowl of fruit salad) He takes the carton of chocolate milk, pokes a straw down into it and takes a long drink before glancing around to see where Ned is at in the buffet line. ]
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[ His window of opportunity isn't exactly wide. Access to the hotel itself, not a problem; knowledge about Spider-Boy's true identity, trickier - took a good amount of putting information together, coupled with Mycroft sharing some very particular records with him from the US State Department along with the hotel guest list. In the end, he's had to rely on his hearing as well; thankfully, Spider-Boy didn't see any need to distort his voice the other day and the costume doesn't do much to hide his built. Looking a bit... limp as of now, though. Teenagers.
Sherlock's chosen a seat in the restaurant very close to the boy's table. Peter's a pretty popular name, isn't it, in the US. Number 159, according to the SSA. He pushes away his empty coffee cup, gets to his feet and makes his way over. There's an empty chair and he takes it without further ado, seating himself across from the boy in a fluent motion. His coat billows around him dramatically. Take it off, in-doors? Nonsense. ]
Good morning. [ A semi-pleasant smile. After all, his back hasn't quite stopped aching yet, from hitting the wall yesterday. ] A moment of your time, please.
[ Ordinarily, Peter's Spideysenses would have picked long before Sherlock had managed to sit in front of him, however his sense don't work as well when he's tired and there are several other people milling about the dining area of the hotel. So, this time, at least, Sherlock manages to get the drop on the teen who had only just managed to spot Ned in line before the alarm hits. ]
[ He jumps so badly he manages to accidentally stab himself in the back of the throat with the straw in his milk and nearly chokes. He pulls it away in a hurry and at the same time he turns to see who has joined him-he knows that voice. ]
[ Oh shit. His eyes widen in alarm for just a second before he tries regain his composure, still coughing slightly from nearly choking on chocolate milk. ]
Uh... hi?
[ He offers, doing his best to sound confused as he wipes milk off his chin and then the top part of his shirt ]
[ at some point, Peter had fallen asleep staring up at the temporary tattoos he'd somehow managed to superglue to the ceiling, his phone clutched lightly in his hand. When he'd fallen asleep, he'd felt okay-his throat was still a little scratchy, he was still coughing a little but for the most part he thought the cold or whatever it was, was going away. ]
[ That is not the case when he finally wakes up-his head is aching, his stomach feels like it's twisted itself into weird knots and he just feels stuffy. Maybe it isn't just a cold after all-or it mutated. Either way, he does not feel even remotely okay and takes a second to feel for his phone, squinting at the brightness before sending a quick text. ]
[Tony has spent the day doing a whole lot of nothing. The world is calmer now, and he has less energy to deal with some of his older, crazier hobbies. So even though he'd done what he could to keep his body and mind busy, there's still a dull hum of concern for Peter in the back of his mind. The text message all but seals the deal on his worries being valid considering Peter's metabolism was enough to burn through tougher shit than the flu.]
Do you want to go to a doctor, or have a doctor come to you?
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[ Peter's still not sure he's ready to say it's some super virus-maybe a nasty case of the flu but he's not nauseous- not by much, anyway. Although he does feel the whole body ache he definitely didn't miss. ]
im not sure i wont just fall over if i try to get up.
They lost. There was no other way around it-they lost. Peter had to watch their team fade away into dust, his Spideysense going haywire the whole time-for a moment he'd thought that he was next but somehow, he managed to stay. Tony managed to stay and the blue lady-Nebula managed to stay.
It took some doing but they managed to get Quill's ship running-sort of. Nebula had told them something about jump points and she didn't think they had enough fuel for that. So... day one of drifting aimlessly through space was officially a go.
and it look less than an hour for Peter to get bored. He'd found Groot's room at some point and a hand held video game device? At least, that's what it looked like, so Peter took up a seat and started up the game, frowning when he saw the battery was already low.
He tried to keep his mind off bad things-particularly what Thanos had done. How many people were lost. He kept the volume down on the video game but the moment he gets creamed he groans loudly, frustration having built to the breaking point.
Tony was doing everything in his power to keep the other two calm. He'd worried about Peter and how totally screwed they were. He wasn't as worried about Nebula- no offense- but she looked like she'd been through some real hard stuff before too.
Or maybe he was just saying he needed to keep them calm when it was really himself that was panicking. There had to be things on this ship they could do to improve their situation. He was busy studying one of the flying models when he heard Peter.
"How are you having problems with a game a tree can play?"
Peter grumbles about the stupid video game even as he starts another game, fingers pressing buttons and almost mindlessly staring at the screen.
"What? I'm not-! I mean.. a little. But that's mostly because I can't read the directions." Peter offers, attention returning to the game. There's about twenty percent of the battery left so he really shouldn't get too invested in it. He powers the game back down and sets it off to the side before getting off the chair he's lounging on and moving over to his mentor.
"Anything I can do to help?" He asks, trying not to be super obvious about how bored he actually is considering the circumstances.
Peter starts his morning the way he usually does-he wakes up in his bunk, his hair a complete mess and feeling very much like he should just keep sleeping. However, it's new people day. The train is going to come out of the void and pick up new people from that weird train station. Which means he's up a little earlier than normal and pulls on clothes. He leaves the polo though and pulls his hoodie over his head and moves out the door.
He fights off a huge yawn before going to the dining car for a bit of breakfast before the electronic voice above alerts them exiting the void. He sticks where he is and once the jolt is over goes about like it never happened.
It isn't long before they stop and they can exit the train. Who's coming aboard this time? He's not sure why but there's an uneasy feeling deep in his stomach about today. Maybe he should have just stayed in bed.
He shoves the thought aside and steps out of the train, the doors sliding open. They moment they do his senses don't just prickle like they normal do on new passenger day, the SCREAM at him that something is wrong-that he's in danger.
Automatically, he starts to look around for the source and spots it so quickly his head feels like it's spinning and his skin feels like it's crawling. His stomach is tying up in knots and he starts to back away before he can be spotted.
He recognizes that almost white-blond hair and that deceitful smile. Shit! Where's Buttercup? Where are the other kids? He looks around to see if he can find them but it doesn't seem like they've gotten off the train yet.
What should he do? There's no way they can get away with just leaving him here, is there? But Skip can't be allowed near anyone-he won't allow it.
"Einstein! Long time no see!" Peter hears that bastard talking and realizes a second too late he's crossing over to him with that stupid smile and almost friendly-like swagger of his. Almost like he didn't even care-like what he'd done was nothing.
Peter opens his mouth, a little. He wants to tell him to go away, to get the hell away from him but he can't, it's like he's stuck-the words are lodged in his throat and all he can do is look on helplessly as the man approaches. He feels just like he did when he was ten-he's too scared to move.
Tony wasn't looking forward to this. He never is. He'd rather just keep who they already have and not keep adding a new set of idiots to the train. However, as he goes the breakfast and then gets ready for the day, he makes a point to look his best.
Strolling out of the train, he is unaware anything is wrong. One quick sweep over the new crowd of people, he almost misses what's happening. Almost.
Without even hesitating, he lifted his hand as it covered with metal.
Skip's gaze shifts from Peter to behind him and his eyes widen in fear.
Peter's having a little difficulty just remembering to breathe as Skip was coming closer. This-this was just another bad dream, right? Any minute he'll wake up in his bunk in cold sweat like always. This is real. Gwen had said the multiverse wouldn't do this to him!
He can't move but before Skip has the chance to get close enough to touch him, he's blasted back, hitting the floor with an inhuman sounding cry-red blossoming through the already crimson hoodie. At least it's not purple, Peter finds himself thinking.
"Warned... me?" Skip's voice sounds weak but Peter can't find it in him to care. But they can't just.. leave him there. Even after-even after what happened, Peter's sure he doesn't want Skip dead. At least. He's pretty sure.
"M-Mr-Mr Stark?" Words finally manage dislodge from his throat. "Mr-M-Mr Mr-M-" He takes in a breath, trying to stop himself from stuttering so badly. "It's-it's-it. It's..." Nope, exactly like when he was ten then.
He's shaking so much-he hadn't noticed, and his teeth had been gritted and he feels a little like he might pass out. This isn't a dream. The Multiverse really did hate him enough to do this and he feels weak and pathetic because he should be able to handle it. Instead he falls right back into being a stuttering, shaky, scared mess.
Peter has to say that today has been one of the worst he's has in a long, long time. And that's saying something because pretty much every day is a bad day when you're Peter Parker. He over slept and missed his chance for a quick breakfast with May and then missed his bus and then somehow missed his stop on the train.
He might have made it to school on time if not for an alert on his phone informing him that the Daily Bugle had updated. He should just ignore the website but he needed to know what lies Jonah Jameson was spreading about him this time.
He pulled his phone up and pulled up the video, frowning at the headline. 'Kraven Vs the Spider Menace.' Kraven? That guy with the outdoor hunting show? Unable to help himself, Peter clicked the video and watched the interview with Jameson and Kraven-apparently the hunter had a new prey he was after-Spider-Man.
"He can't do that!" Peter let out. The elderly gentleman sitting by him on the train looked over and rolled his eyes.
"The things people do for ratings these days." The man said. "Hey kid, isn't this your stop?"
"Huh?" Peter asked the guy as he looked up at the sign on the train and paled. He almost missed it! Or... did miss it. The moment he was on his feet the doors slid closed. "Oh man..."
At the next stop, Peter rushed out the door, hopping on one foot as he gets turned around. Midtown wasn't too far from here-He'd just have to swing his way there.
Or that had been his plan. What happened instead was he was ambushed by Kraven the hunter and his tv crew. Gave them a quick quip somewhere along the lines of 'sorry guys, can't play with you right now-I'm late for school!'
Somehow, Peter didn't even make it to school. He couldn't. With this crazy hunter on his tail, every where he turned, every time he was about to change out of the suit-there was Kraven. How was he tracking him so well?
Peter groans throws out another web and jumps away, not listening to whatever creepy comment Kraven had to offer.
"Yeah, that's cool. Maybe take some therapy and stop chasing poor Spiders that didn't do a thing to you?" He offers, crawling up to another rooftop.
And it never stopped. No rest, no time for lunch, no time for even school-oh man, May was gonna kill him. But he'd had every intention of going to school! Honest!
It's nearing one in the afternoon and Peter didn't have breakfast and he's had no time to himself since Kraven got on his case. God, he's so tired.
"Peter, I'm indicating your blood sugar has dropped. I recommend stopping to eat." Karen offers.
"Can't do that Karen, I got this whacko chasing me. Hey can you ask Mr Stark if I can chill with him for a bit?"
"Sending message to Tony Stark." Karen offers.
"Thanks! If I don't get hunted before he gets that message-let him know it's kinda an emergency."
Tony had been obsessed this morning with a new project of his. He was going to be the first person to invent jet hoverboarding! Instead of on the water attached to a boat, it'd be in the air attached to a.. uh.. something. A plane? No. A jet? Maybe. A blimp.. god no.
It's why Tony hadn't seen the news. How was he supposed to know his spider-kid was getting chased around by a lunatic? He stopped to grab a bottle of water (refillable, of course) and wiped his face with a towel when an alarm went off.
"Friday? What's going on?" He asked, forgetting the intense workout his new invention had been to focus on what was so urgent.
Spider-Man is calling for help.
"What?! Get him on the line!" Tony ordered. He knew it would only take a second. "Peter! What the hell is going on?"
Thank goodness he didn't send him to voice mail or something. Peter fires a web up to a billboard and jumps to pull himself up and swing to another rooftop. He breathes a little heavier than normal, trying to keep a lookout for Kraven.
"OhmygodMrStark!" Peter cries out as he hears his mentor's voice. "Jameson's gone off the deepend! I haven't been able to stop since like eight ten this morning and-AAH!" He lets out a high pitched scream as he narrowly avoided getting speared.
"A spear!? Really? That's so dark age's dude!" He yells at whoever is attacking.
"Uh, I can't really talk right now-can I meet you somewhere? Like the Pent House or something?"
At this point in his life, Peter really wishes he could just not go on field trips anymore. They've never been what he would consider fun. Historically, Field trips have just gone badly for him. Even getting bit by that spider sucked even if it did come with cool super powers.
He slips into his first period class and moves to the back to sit by Ned, noting the class seemed a little restless, even for a field trip day. He drops his backpack down on the desk and looks over at Ned who is quick to explain there was a sub today-something about their previous teacher having won the lottery. How nice for her. Did that mean they wouldn't be going to the science museum?
Icon The Doctor, on the other hand, loves field trips - if you want to call it that, it's basically what he does all day every day. This particular one had brought him to Earth, New York City, Queens, sometime in the first quarter of the 21st century. It had brought him to an American high school as a substitute teacher for the day, which alone makes him giddy with excitement. The Doctor enters the classroom after he straightens his bowtie, a big grin on his face. As he takes his position in front of the class he claps his hands, once, ready to face a day of fun with these young people.
"Hello, class. My name is Dr. Smith and I will be substituting for your teacher Mr. Harrington who enjoys a well-deserved break with his new lottery win, as I've been told. Luckily for you, this doesn't mean you have to miss a day full of excitement at the science museum." The Doctor beams. If he's far more excited about this than any of the students, he surely doesn't notice in the least. "Right, then. Please gather your things. The bus that will take us to the museum is already waiting for us. If you'll follow me, please."
"Sorry, Pete." Ned offers, patting his back in sympathy. Peter just offers a shrug in retaliation because, he knew they wouldn't just cancel a field trip that was already paid for.
"Wait. Mr Harrington won the lottery? I thought you said is was Ms Wallace." Peter whispers back. Ned just shrugs return.
"I don't know, man. I just heard a teach did and since we're in first period." Ned shrugs again. Peter drops the inquiry and stands up when the class is directed to do so. There's an audible noise from the chairs as they're all pushed back at once. One of the students towards the front of the line is messing around and elbowing his friends before he looks up Peter's way.
"How are you planning to ruin this field trip, Parker?" He asks, his gaggle of friends laughing with him. Peter just rolls his eyes and sighs like this is a normal ocurrence because, well, it is.
"We're already off to a great start." He gives Ned a very sarcastic smile. Ned winces in sympathy before making a decision and going over to the Substitute.
"Hey, uh Dr Smith? My Name's Ned, I sit in the back with my friend, uh... Peter. Anyway, I was wondering if-uh we split into groups, Peter and I can be a group not with Flash and his friends."
[ One year ago, Peter had walked into Oscorp labs in its previous location and managed to somehow get bitten by a radioactive spider that had given him the abilities of a Spider. In about three weeks it'll be a full year since the death of his Uncle so Peter isn't feeling particularly jazzed at the moment. If he'd known that part of going to Midtown meant taking a field trip to Oscorp once a year he might have had second thoughts. ]
[ The tour didn't start out too bad, he steered clear of Flash's group and pointedly ignored his taunts about 'last time.' He stuck close to Ned and MJ and right around two the tour was over and no disasters had happened. They were all lined up to leave and head back to the school and for one glorious moment Peter thought that maybe this time nothing bad would happen. ]
[ And then Loki walked in the door. ]
[ And then they were on lock down. Which didn't really make a whole lot of sense to Peter because he was pretty sure a 'lockdown' wouldn't hold a God. ]
[ He shoots a look at Ned, his eyes wide and lips tight in a 'Dude!' kind of look because-look! it's Loki! And he has no real idea what to do in this situation. He's not alone in that as his teacher also seems to be at a loss and is just standing there like a deer caught in headlights. Clearly, everyone seems to be in mind set that if they don't make any sudden moves he won't see them. ]
[Loki certainly looks scary. He's not in a good mood. His room in Thor's section of Avengers Tower has apparently been emptied out and his guest pass no longer worked. Actually, Thor's rooms have also been completely altered, which is worrying at him in the back of his mind, which only makes him more out of sorts.
[He's been stomping around, looking for someone to accost, and finally found- this group of children. He gives them a brief glance before quickly rounding on the teacher.]
You! Where is Stark? I have things to discuss with him.
[ Well that wasn't what Peter would expect Loki to say upon first arriving. His gaze flickered over to see how Harrington was doing up it seemed like he was still a little shocked. Everything was too still and Peter would never be able to-]
"That's your cue, Parker." [ Peter hears Flash state, his voice a little shaky but of course he'd never miss a chance to throw Peter under the bus. ] "You're his intern right?"
[ Thanks Flash. Peter rolls his eyes, now highly aware of his classmates all watching him. ]
He uh-he's not here. Th-this is Oscorp.
[ When Peter finally moved, so did Mr Harrington-his teacher instincts kicking in at last. He moves to stand protectively in front of the students. ]
"Tony Stark sold the tower months ago." Harrington finally says. "You'll find him upstate."
A downside to being on the Academic Decathlon was the increased number of fieldtrips that took him out of town which were only a downside to him due to all of his fieldtrips ending in disaster. He somehow managed to get separated from his group and he was pretty sure no one would believe him if he said it was an accident. He wouldn't even believe him with how often he sneaks off.
Not that any of that mattered right now because somehow, someway after getting separated he walked into some kind of mafia meeting which-a hotel in Jersey is a really weird place for the Mafia to meet up-but that aside, since he's just Peter Parker at the moment he couldn't exactly fight back beyond some weak struggling. He'd have to bide his time and wait for the perfect moment to pull his arms and legs free of the tape. Right now, the guard kept checking on him too much and he couldn't risk anyone seeing Peter Parker do anything Spider-Man relate.
Damn he was going to be in so much trouble after this. He lifts his arms up and frowns at the duct tape just as the guard pokes his head in again and warns him not to escape.
"No problem. couldn't even if I wanted to." He stated, flashing the man a thumbs up. "But why am I here?" He walked in on something shady, sure, but why was he still alive? Or were they waiting for said shady business to conclude and then kill him? What shady business were they up to anyway?
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Seriously!?
[ Peter throws his hands up in exasperation before starting to give chase. He's supposed to be on vacation but he'd a feeling that his chaotic life would have never allowed that. He turns to run backwards so he can shout back at Ned. ]
I don't know what that guy's problem is but I hear sirens so, I'm gonna go web him up. Tell Happy I'll be back in flash!
[ He turns back around so he can run faster, pulling his mask out and slipping it over his face. Once he has Karen sort of tracking the guy he ducks into and alley to finish changing into his Spider-Man suit and webs his backpack to the nearest wall. Hopefully he can find it again later. ]
[ For now though, he aims his web shooter up and fires a web up to the top of a building and pulls himself up-he moves much faster this way so its much easier for him to catch up to the guy and drop down in front of him. ]
Hey buddy, you totally almost ran people over, that's not cool. [ He informs the man who seems quite shocked to see a spandex clad kid drop from the sky. Peter takes the opportunity to web him quickly to a wall. ]
I think you should chill out here for a bit and think about what you've done.
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There's a crash further up the road and Sherlock doesn't need to see to realise that Melvin's dumped the car. Panicking, are we, in the heat of the moment? With a grim half-smile, Sherlock sets off down the nearby alley and he's so close, in forty-six feet he'll get him, he'll --
... pause. He comes to a complete and very sudden stop.
And stares. ]
What the...
[ So, Melvin's currently stuck to the wall in what looks like spiderweb (??) and there's... a kid in a spandex suit (???) standing there, throwing one-liners at him (????). For a long moment, Sherlock just gapes a bit uselessly, hearing the police sirens drawing closer and giving absolutely zero fucks. In the back of his mind, he suddenly recalls a late-night texting conversation, followed by a more recent one. The... spider person? This is an actual thing? He manages a more coherent word-combination but only just, his gaze jumping from Melvin to the kid and back again: ]
You... could have called ahead.
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Until they stop. Abruptly. Because John has stopped. Abruptly.
Someone's -- what, webbed Melvin to the wall. Even before he's seen that someone in question, he's got a sinking feeling and with a grimace, he looks between Sherlock and -- what was the name, Spider-Man(?), bending over a little to lean on his knees, breaths coming out in angry pants. He's honestly getting too old for this kind of thing. The chases and the surprises and the bloody spider-people. ]
I suppose you did say 'no promises'...
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[ Which is exactly where Peter is now, the plate in front of him is filled generously (three pancakes, four sausages, two bagels and bowl of fruit salad) He takes the carton of chocolate milk, pokes a straw down into it and takes a long drink before glancing around to see where Ned is at in the buffet line. ]
Let me know if anything needs changing, I can re-write anything and everything if necessary. :)
Sherlock's chosen a seat in the restaurant very close to the boy's table. Peter's a pretty popular name, isn't it, in the US. Number 159, according to the SSA. He pushes away his empty coffee cup, gets to his feet and makes his way over. There's an empty chair and he takes it without further ado, seating himself across from the boy in a fluent motion. His coat billows around him dramatically. Take it off, in-doors? Nonsense. ]
Good morning. [ A semi-pleasant smile. After all, his back hasn't quite stopped aching yet, from hitting the wall yesterday. ] A moment of your time, please.
Nope! It's perfect!
[ He jumps so badly he manages to accidentally stab himself in the back of the throat with the straw in his milk and nearly chokes. He pulls it away in a hurry and at the same time he turns to see who has joined him-he knows that voice. ]
[ Oh shit. His eyes widen in alarm for just a second before he tries regain his composure, still coughing slightly from nearly choking on chocolate milk. ]
Uh... hi?
[ He offers, doing his best to sound confused as he wipes milk off his chin and then the top part of his shirt ]
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[ That is not the case when he finally wakes up-his head is aching, his stomach feels like it's twisted itself into weird knots and he just feels stuffy. Maybe it isn't just a cold after all-or it mutated. Either way, he does not feel even remotely okay and takes a second to feel for his phone, squinting at the brightness before sending a quick text. ]
k its not a cold
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Do you want to go to a doctor, or have a doctor come to you?
apparently, I did not actually post this last night
im not sure i wont just fall over if i try to get up.
also can you please bring me some water?
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They lost. There was no other way around it-they lost. Peter had to watch their team fade away into dust, his Spideysense going haywire the whole time-for a moment he'd thought that he was next but somehow, he managed to stay. Tony managed to stay and the blue lady-Nebula managed to stay.
It took some doing but they managed to get Quill's ship running-sort of. Nebula had told them something about jump points and she didn't think they had enough fuel for that. So... day one of drifting aimlessly through space was officially a go.
and it look less than an hour for Peter to get bored. He'd found Groot's room at some point and a hand held video game device? At least, that's what it looked like, so Peter took up a seat and started up the game, frowning when he saw the battery was already low.
He tried to keep his mind off bad things-particularly what Thanos had done. How many people were lost. He kept the volume down on the video game but the moment he gets creamed he groans loudly, frustration having built to the breaking point.
"This sucks!"
For me!
Or maybe he was just saying he needed to keep them calm when it was really himself that was panicking. There had to be things on this ship they could do to improve their situation. He was busy studying one of the flying models when he heard Peter.
"How are you having problems with a game a tree can play?"
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"What? I'm not-! I mean.. a little. But that's mostly because I can't read the directions." Peter offers, attention returning to the game. There's about twenty percent of the battery left so he really shouldn't get too invested in it. He powers the game back down and sets it off to the side before getting off the chair he's lounging on and moving over to his mentor.
"Anything I can do to help?" He asks, trying not to be super obvious about how bored he actually is considering the circumstances.
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for runs-on-batteries | CW: Skip Wescott
He fights off a huge yawn before going to the dining car for a bit of breakfast before the electronic voice above alerts them exiting the void. He sticks where he is and once the jolt is over goes about like it never happened.
It isn't long before they stop and they can exit the train. Who's coming aboard this time? He's not sure why but there's an uneasy feeling deep in his stomach about today. Maybe he should have just stayed in bed.
He shoves the thought aside and steps out of the train, the doors sliding open. They moment they do his senses don't just prickle like they normal do on new passenger day, the SCREAM at him that something is wrong-that he's in danger.
Automatically, he starts to look around for the source and spots it so quickly his head feels like it's spinning and his skin feels like it's crawling. His stomach is tying up in knots and he starts to back away before he can be spotted.
He recognizes that almost white-blond hair and that deceitful smile. Shit! Where's Buttercup? Where are the other kids? He looks around to see if he can find them but it doesn't seem like they've gotten off the train yet.
What should he do? There's no way they can get away with just leaving him here, is there? But Skip can't be allowed near anyone-he won't allow it.
"Einstein! Long time no see!" Peter hears that bastard talking and realizes a second too late he's crossing over to him with that stupid smile and almost friendly-like swagger of his. Almost like he didn't even care-like what he'd done was nothing.
Peter opens his mouth, a little. He wants to tell him to go away, to get the hell away from him but he can't, it's like he's stuck-the words are lodged in his throat and all he can do is look on helplessly as the man approaches. He feels just like he did when he was ten-he's too scared to move.
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Strolling out of the train, he is unaware anything is wrong. One quick sweep over the new crowd of people, he almost misses what's happening. Almost.
Without even hesitating, he lifted his hand as it covered with metal.
Skip's gaze shifts from Peter to behind him and his eyes widen in fear.
"I warned you." Tony said before firing.
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He can't move but before Skip has the chance to get close enough to touch him, he's blasted back, hitting the floor with an inhuman sounding cry-red blossoming through the already crimson hoodie. At least it's not purple, Peter finds himself thinking.
"Warned... me?" Skip's voice sounds weak but Peter can't find it in him to care. But they can't just.. leave him there. Even after-even after what happened, Peter's sure he doesn't want Skip dead. At least. He's pretty sure.
"M-Mr-Mr Stark?" Words finally manage dislodge from his throat. "Mr-M-Mr Mr-M-" He takes in a breath, trying to stop himself from stuttering so badly. "It's-it's-it. It's..." Nope, exactly like when he was ten then.
He's shaking so much-he hadn't noticed, and his teeth had been gritted and he feels a little like he might pass out. This isn't a dream. The Multiverse really did hate him enough to do this and he feels weak and pathetic because he should be able to handle it. Instead he falls right back into being a stuttering, shaky, scared mess.
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He might have made it to school on time if not for an alert on his phone informing him that the Daily Bugle had updated. He should just ignore the website but he needed to know what lies Jonah Jameson was spreading about him this time.
He pulled his phone up and pulled up the video, frowning at the headline. 'Kraven Vs the Spider Menace.' Kraven? That guy with the outdoor hunting show? Unable to help himself, Peter clicked the video and watched the interview with Jameson and Kraven-apparently the hunter had a new prey he was after-Spider-Man.
"He can't do that!" Peter let out. The elderly gentleman sitting by him on the train looked over and rolled his eyes.
"The things people do for ratings these days." The man said. "Hey kid, isn't this your stop?"
"Huh?" Peter asked the guy as he looked up at the sign on the train and paled. He almost missed it! Or... did miss it. The moment he was on his feet the doors slid closed. "Oh man..."
At the next stop, Peter rushed out the door, hopping on one foot as he gets turned around. Midtown wasn't too far from here-He'd just have to swing his way there.
Or that had been his plan. What happened instead was he was ambushed by Kraven the hunter and his tv crew. Gave them a quick quip somewhere along the lines of 'sorry guys, can't play with you right now-I'm late for school!'
Somehow, Peter didn't even make it to school. He couldn't. With this crazy hunter on his tail, every where he turned, every time he was about to change out of the suit-there was Kraven. How was he tracking him so well?
Peter groans throws out another web and jumps away, not listening to whatever creepy comment Kraven had to offer.
"Yeah, that's cool. Maybe take some therapy and stop chasing poor Spiders that didn't do a thing to you?" He offers, crawling up to another rooftop.
And it never stopped. No rest, no time for lunch, no time for even school-oh man, May was gonna kill him. But he'd had every intention of going to school! Honest!
It's nearing one in the afternoon and Peter didn't have breakfast and he's had no time to himself since Kraven got on his case. God, he's so tired.
"Peter, I'm indicating your blood sugar has dropped. I recommend stopping to eat." Karen offers.
"Can't do that Karen, I got this whacko chasing me. Hey can you ask Mr Stark if I can chill with him for a bit?"
"Sending message to Tony Stark." Karen offers.
"Thanks! If I don't get hunted before he gets that message-let him know it's kinda an emergency."
For me!
It's why Tony hadn't seen the news. How was he supposed to know his spider-kid was getting chased around by a lunatic? He stopped to grab a bottle of water (refillable, of course) and wiped his face with a towel when an alarm went off.
"Friday? What's going on?" He asked, forgetting the intense workout his new invention had been to focus on what was so urgent.
Spider-Man is calling for help.
"What?! Get him on the line!" Tony ordered. He knew it would only take a second. "Peter! What the hell is going on?"
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"OhmygodMrStark!" Peter cries out as he hears his mentor's voice. "Jameson's gone off the deepend! I haven't been able to stop since like eight ten this morning and-AAH!" He lets out a high pitched scream as he narrowly avoided getting speared.
"A spear!? Really? That's so dark age's dude!" He yells at whoever is attacking.
"Uh, I can't really talk right now-can I meet you somewhere? Like the Pent House or something?"
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He slips into his first period class and moves to the back to sit by Ned, noting the class seemed a little restless, even for a field trip day. He drops his backpack down on the desk and looks over at Ned who is quick to explain there was a sub today-something about their previous teacher having won the lottery. How nice for her. Did that mean they wouldn't be going to the science museum?
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The Doctor, on the other hand, loves field trips - if you want to call it that, it's basically what he does all day every day. This particular one had brought him to Earth, New York City, Queens, sometime in the first quarter of the 21st century. It had brought him to an American high school as a substitute teacher for the day, which alone makes him giddy with excitement. The Doctor enters the classroom after he straightens his bowtie, a big grin on his face. As he takes his position in front of the class he claps his hands, once, ready to face a day of fun with these young people.
"Hello, class. My name is Dr. Smith and I will be substituting for your teacher Mr. Harrington who enjoys a well-deserved break with his new lottery win, as I've been told. Luckily for you, this doesn't mean you have to miss a day full of excitement at the science museum." The Doctor beams. If he's far more excited about this than any of the students, he surely doesn't notice in the least. "Right, then. Please gather your things. The bus that will take us to the museum is already waiting for us. If you'll follow me, please."
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"Wait. Mr Harrington won the lottery? I thought you said is was Ms Wallace." Peter whispers back. Ned just shrugs return.
"I don't know, man. I just heard a teach did and since we're in first period." Ned shrugs again. Peter drops the inquiry and stands up when the class is directed to do so. There's an audible noise from the chairs as they're all pushed back at once. One of the students towards the front of the line is messing around and elbowing his friends before he looks up Peter's way.
"How are you planning to ruin this field trip, Parker?" He asks, his gaggle of friends laughing with him. Peter just rolls his eyes and sighs like this is a normal ocurrence because, well, it is.
"We're already off to a great start." He gives Ned a very sarcastic smile. Ned winces in sympathy before making a decision and going over to the Substitute.
"Hey, uh Dr Smith? My Name's Ned, I sit in the back with my friend, uh... Peter. Anyway, I was wondering if-uh we split into groups, Peter and I can be a group not with Flash and his friends."
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[ The tour didn't start out too bad, he steered clear of Flash's group and pointedly ignored his taunts about 'last time.' He stuck close to Ned and MJ and right around two the tour was over and no disasters had happened. They were all lined up to leave and head back to the school and for one glorious moment Peter thought that maybe this time nothing bad would happen. ]
[ And then Loki walked in the door. ]
[ And then they were on lock down. Which didn't really make a whole lot of sense to Peter because he was pretty sure a 'lockdown' wouldn't hold a God. ]
[ He shoots a look at Ned, his eyes wide and lips tight in a 'Dude!' kind of look because-look! it's Loki! And he has no real idea what to do in this situation. He's not alone in that as his teacher also seems to be at a loss and is just standing there like a deer caught in headlights. Clearly, everyone seems to be in mind set that if they don't make any sudden moves he won't see them. ]
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[He's been stomping around, looking for someone to accost, and finally found- this group of children. He gives them a brief glance before quickly rounding on the teacher.]
You! Where is Stark? I have things to discuss with him.
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"That's your cue, Parker." [ Peter hears Flash state, his voice a little shaky but of course he'd never miss a chance to throw Peter under the bus. ] "You're his intern right?"
[ Thanks Flash. Peter rolls his eyes, now highly aware of his classmates all watching him. ]
He uh-he's not here. Th-this is Oscorp.
[ When Peter finally moved, so did Mr Harrington-his teacher instincts kicking in at last. He moves to stand protectively in front of the students. ]
"Tony Stark sold the tower months ago." Harrington finally says. "You'll find him upstate."
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Not that any of that mattered right now because somehow, someway after getting separated he walked into some kind of mafia meeting which-a hotel in Jersey is a really weird place for the Mafia to meet up-but that aside, since he's just Peter Parker at the moment he couldn't exactly fight back beyond some weak struggling. He'd have to bide his time and wait for the perfect moment to pull his arms and legs free of the tape. Right now, the guard kept checking on him too much and he couldn't risk anyone seeing Peter Parker do anything Spider-Man relate.
Damn he was going to be in so much trouble after this. He lifts his arms up and frowns at the duct tape just as the guard pokes his head in again and warns him not to escape.
"No problem. couldn't even if I wanted to." He stated, flashing the man a thumbs up. "But why am I here?" He walked in on something shady, sure, but why was he still alive? Or were they waiting for said shady business to conclude and then kill him? What shady business were they up to anyway?