Log: I'm Real, I'm real!

[heyunderoos]

Who: Peter Parker & You!
When: March 13th mid evening, March 14th the morning
Where: Around ADI building
Summary: Peter arrives to the ADI confused, alarmed and injured.
Warnings: Hallucinations, panic attacks, paranoia, descriptions of injuries



A. Illusions - OTA

He sucks in another sharp panicky breath as he curls a hand tightly against his chest. Pain radiates its way through Peter as he staggers out of a supply closet into very plain hallways.

It isn't the dark dim hallways Mysterio projected before, but Peter isn't sure what else Beck actually is capable of. What else can he do? Does he have any other kinds of weaponry on him? Are they even still in that warehouse?

Is Beck just making him walk in circles?

Peter's hands shake as they curl into fists. A frustrated growl escaping him as he picks a direction to stalk down. The adrenaline from earlier is starting to drop. He can feel every bump and bruise he's taken. Even with the padding in his suit protecting him, he can still feel where he's been shot.

"Just stop this! Right now!" He shouts at the quiet hallways. The lack of response does nothing to make Peter feel any better.

Why isn't Quentin Beck just killing him? The man was leading up to that earlier.

Those who encounter Peter will see the teenager pacing the halls, eyes wide and wild. He's glad in an all black tactical suit, a mask with white big lenses on the front that moves with his eyes blinking.

Others could see him ducking into an open office, trying to climb a wall only to slide right off onto the floor. He keeps trying to go up walls and getting more frustrated by the minute.



B. Truths- OTA


After his frankly kind of embarrassing outburst upon arrival, Peter is doing his best to kind of lay low. As low as anyone else just arriving can anyway.

He had been calmed down and shown the ropes, and well. He feels kind of dumb now. A night of sleep also helped a lot. He still feels incredibly sore. He just needs to take it easy. Keep icing his bruises. Normally he heals way faster than this, but he guesses he took a bit of a beating this time.

The fact he's still in costume the next day probably makes it hard to miss him, but he's kind of low on choices right now. Taking the mask off actually helps it be less weird at least. The bruises blossoming on his face likely are hard to miss, but, he can't really do much about those.

Peter is tucked away in a corner of the canteen, picking over some microwave food. It isn't great, but he's starving, and trying to just inhale all of it. He doesn't want to choke on the food. He's already kind of made enough of a scene as it is.

At someone else's approach, he sits up a bit stiffly, but manages an embarrassed thin smile. "Sorry, did I take your table-?"

He scoots one of the plastic colorful chairs back. "I can find another table."

Comments

Yelena - TDM continuation

[heyunderoos]

Original Thread here

pretend I posted this to the right thread the first time

[musicdied]

[She recognizes that expression. She's seen it in the mirror often enough. It's not something to chase after, not when the aim is to calm him down, bleed off enough of the distress for whatever's gotten its teeth into him to lose hold.]

So, what kind of cat does Delmar's have? And does it try to bat at your head when you walk in?

I saw nothing, we'll pretend peter was in his tactical suit the entire time

[heyunderoos]

[Peter takes the conversational nudge, blinking a little.

He presses a hand lightly against his side where he was shot. The bulletproof vest built into it did the job of protecting him, but didn't stop him from hurting.

He's definitely becoming grounded now in the moment.]

Oh. Delmar has Murph. I'm not sure what kind cat Murph is. He's looks close to a calico, with his fur pattern, but not quite. Murph is really nice, loves being petted, will lick your hand if you just let him.

B

[henchgal]

"I was coming to sit with you, actually. Are you a sidekick or a henchman?" Because obviously with a costume like that, he's not the main event, but the black and fingerless gloves could go either way. She's familiar with superheroes and supervillains, her world has them too.

Mere herself is not very impressive, though. Business casual clothing, silver ring splints on the fingers of both hands, walking with the aid of a cane with a brass handle and a dark lacquered shaft. It might be a swordcane, maybe, but she hardly looks like the sort of person to be a fighter. Naw, she's just someone's executive assistant that took a wrong turn and ended up in this 'verse.

[heyunderoos]

Peter groans a little at the question, scrubbing his bare face with a hand. "I'm just... me. In a dumb costume." He kind of hated the Night Monkey costume, but it was kind of all he had to wear at the moment. The clothes he has under his suit are... kind of sweaty and grody. So he's stuck like this for right now.

The fact he can get new clothes from the ADI has completely escaped the teenager's notice.

[henchgal]

"Right, that's cute. But the question was kind of serious. Anyway, if you ask around housing, someone will have something to fit you long enough for us to take you on a trip to the local Goodwill or Marshall's or someplace. There's a clothing stipend--unless you're staying at Bonnie's, I don't think they get that."

She pauses, tilting her head to one side. "It is a pretty dumb costume, though."

A

[worthallthis]

That sure is Bucky Barnes poking his head into said office, albeit a Bucky Barnes with a mask over the lower half of his face.

He takes it off pretty quickly, though. The mask scares new people, and he is actively trying not to do that. "Hello," he says. He's trying to be more like a person. It isn't really working very well, but he's trying.

[heyunderoos]

A familiar face, be it partially covered one is enough to at least semi-startle Peter out of his attempt of climbing a wall.

He slides down and lands hard enough to make him cringe under his mask. When Bucky takes off the bottom half, Peter just stares at him. Would Beck keep Mr. Barnes in an illusion? Why would he though?

Peter is just drawing a very tired blank.

"...Mr. Barnes?"

[worthallthis]

He flinches. But it's been long enough, and he's had enough other people recognizing him, that he can manage not to snap don't call me that like he did last time someone tried using that name. "Winter," he corrects instead, very carefully. "I go by Winter. You know me?"

Roomies prompt?

[nonmagical]

Mirabel has kept to herself mostly, but Peter showed up at the apartment looking... not good. She wishes she was capable of her mom's healing cooking, maybe she could help out in some way. But she introduces herself, lets him get a feel for the new room, and more importantly - lets him sleep.

When he wakes up in the morning, she's busy tidying up the place. She smiles at him.

"Hey, did you get a good sleep?"

Hell yeah!!

[heyunderoos]

He definitely needed the sleep. After freaking out for so long, the eventual come down, and his injuries, his body was exhausted. Actually getting up in the morning feels like a slog, but he manages it.

He pulls on his clothes, but not the suit yet. He does not want to deal with the tactical suit right now.

He really should have expected to run into a roommate, but Mirabel's greeting startles Peter slightly.

"Yeah, I did." He rubs the back of his neck, fumbling with the rest of his thoughts, "I- sorry about coming in so late last night." He says quickly, openly embarrassed.

A

[failedpromise]

It's a slow-painfully so, in fact-day at work, and Cortana is just kind of wandering aimlessly when she hears the frustrated shouting, picks up speed, and rounds the corner to encounter-

"Whoa! At ease, soldier." At least, he looks like a soldier of some kind in that getup. Cortana puts her hands up in a placating gesture.

"Let me guess: new, confused, probably in the middle of something before you arrived here?"

[heyunderoos]

Someone calling out to him makes Peter stumble, nearly falling over in the process. He just crashes into the wall, breathing a little heavily.

"I- I'm not a soldier!" He barks back out, immediately defensive. It's clear from his voice alone, Cortana is dealing with a frightened teenager in tactical gear. The lenses on his mask narrow with his expression.

"What- what is going on? Who are you?"

A!

[lesbeau]

Beau is often down and around in weird places, referencing items from storage and other poking around as she can get away with. Still, the sight of someone looking like they're trying to rob the place but... loud, and badly, is not what she expected. At first, she's sneaking up on where she hears the commotion in the open office, but once she sees what's happening she just sort of leans against the doorframe watching carefully.

"Uh... hey. What... what is this you're... trying to do?"

[heyunderoos]

Peter is definitely still trying to climb a wall. He is definitely not sticking. His disorientation and injuries means he's not really thinking too clearly.

So, he tries it again, this time at a full run by the time Beau arrives. He just slides right off the wall onto the floor with an audible thump.

Beau's question still startles Peter enough he jolts back onto his feet awkwardly. The white lenses of his mask go wide as he looks in her direction. "Leave me alone!"

B

[setthetone]

Well, it's kind of hard to miss the gaudy costume. Carter wonders what that's all about - what, they have this entire facility but no spare clothes for some poor guy who got dragged into this from a halloween party? Then again, maybe he's still adjusting and doesn't want to part with it?

But it's not just the costume. Carter's experienced eye can tell that the kid is in some kind of discomfort, if not pain. Which of course makes it really hard to just walk on by so eventually he carries his tray over.

"There's plenty of room for two I think."

He shoots him a friendly smile and nods at a free chair opposite of him.

"Haven't claimed a table yet but corner's always a good choice. May I?"

[heyunderoos]

"Okay, just- uh, be warned, I'm not super talkative today." The fact he's a living bruise certainly helps with that. He's glad the black tactical suit mostly covers him up, so it makes it a lot less obvious he's been through the wringer.

He continues picking over his microwaveable meal, finding the weird meat for the meatloaf kind of rubbery. It makes sense, but, doesn't mean Peter has to be happy about it.

B for Bat

[ployboy]

Tim startles, manages to catch himself staring just before anyone else can notice it. Can't blame him for a jolt of electric awareness and apprehension, he thinks to himself.

A sight to behold: a Costume without a Mask.

The guy's got to be around his age. That just makes the itching under his skin worse. What an idiot, he thinks, and is at a loss whether the observation is directed at the Kid or at himself. After all, Tim's unarmed- save for a food tray and plastic spork, and he's gathering a quick meal, his back turned lazily to Peter and acting as if nothing's the matter.

Get this: he's a good actor, but Tim's small frown isn't forced, not really, when he decides to drop into the chair opposite of the newbie. Costume, meet Business Casual. He wonders what the hell he would have done if he'd been dropped here as Red. Doesn't matter. He shakes his head, says, "It's not like high school, man. Relax."

Hell of a bruise. Should've seen the other guy? Concern visits his expression, then disappears.

Dude, he gets it. He won't say it. And that should be obvious. But speaking of the obvious- "That stealth suit isn't doing you any favors."

Welcome.

[heyunderoos]

Peter for his part is unaware of Tim's arrival, his gaze locked on the tray in front of him, picking at the food. He's managing to get some of the corn kernels into him. The longer he sits here, the more he wants to go home.

His gaze flicks upwards as Tim makes himself known, joining Peter at the table.

"I don't even really know what this place is like yet. So, I'd rather not take someone's table." I said somewhat defensively back. He's sore, he's tired and everything hurts. The only positive of the stealth suit is the fact it covers nearly everything but his fingertips.

He snorts at the comment, not surprised that's commented on. "I'll work on blending in more stealthily later." He has to bite back a comment about how Nick Fury's choice in costume isn't Peter's preference by a long shot.

roomies x2

[citizendetective]

"Oh... you're the other one, huh?" says Misty, as she enters the apartment to find a kid - a boy, this time - already there. Dropping her keys on the side table, she studies him, her brow furrowing just a little.

"Wow, you look terrible. You must be new, too!"

[heyunderoos]

"Uh. Yeah." Peter says a bit blandly back, not sure what else to say for the moment. What can he say to that?

He swallows back his exhaustion and mild irritation as he sits up from his slouch on the spot he's claimed on the couch to try and face Misty. He has yet to peel the tactical suit off, though he really needs to.

"I'm Peter." Manners were drilled into him, so he can't immediately be that rude. "It's nice to meet you, uh, even with all of this going on."

Donna - TDM Continuation

[heyunderoos]

Original Thread Here

[thedoctorsmate]

What are they teaching you in school these days, Peter? It's another hemisphere. Come on. Geography? They're still teaching that, right? I haven't been that out of the loop. Or is that not popular in America?

continued from TDM!

[fightinginfinity]

[ Look at them both, valiantly resisting their manly tears. It's beyond ridiculous, really; they have no one around them to prove anything to, and certainly nothing to prove to one another, and yet Tony lets his prickle and sting uncomfortably in place until Peter is good and tucked up against him. At that point there's nothing for it, and one of them escapes at last to roll this way and that down the lines of his exhausted face, then disappear into his steadily greying facial hair. The tiny sniff that follows is less easy to hide, and he panics for a second wondering how he's going to, but then it's answered with Peter's unsteady little laugh and Tony is left wondering what the hell he's even trying to do here.

Right, talking. ]

Yeah... [ Then again, stronger: ] Yeah. Analysis complete. Realness confirmed. Promise...promised.

[ Tony allows himself one more moment (just to pull himself together, that's all) then slowly and reluctantly pulls back, just an inch, as he's unable to let go of Peter completely. His hand stays on the kid's shoulder, gripping tight, both to reassure said kid and to convince the screaming anxiety monster in his own head that this isn't Asshole Town being Asshole Town and he isn't having some hallucination of his own right now. Right. ]

You good? [ Get it together, Stark, figure out what's wrong. ] You wanna tell me what just happened there? Actually, scratch that-- [ His hand shifts to Peter's arm, gently tugging. ] Come with me back to my place, let me feed you something, and then you can tell me what just happened there.

[heyunderoos]

Okay- okay. We're- we're both real. [Tony sniffling just makes Peter's breath shake a little. He squeezes his eyes shut, but a few tears still get away from him. The fact Mr. Stark is alive is still hard for Peter to wrap his head around. When Tony pulls back, Peter manages a thin kind of smile at the man.

The seventeen year old wipes at his face with the butt of his palms. Making a face when the fabric of the tactical suit rubs at the sensitive skin a bit roughly.]

Okay. I- you should probably eat too Mr. Stark. [Peter isn't unaware of how... unhealthy the older man looks. How boney he felt in the embrace was hard to miss. He falls into step with the tug, still ready to just trust Tony and go anywhere with him.]