[There is still a lot to the ADI Peter doesn't know, nor really understand. He knows at best he's kind of just here and he isn't sure what to do about that. He wants to help, he wants to do more, but everything is new still.
It means Peter has a lot of excess nervous energy to burn off. He doesn't want to actively wake his roommates up with his pacing, so he takes to the halls. The thought of checking on Mr. Stark is a strong one, but Peter shelves it. He doesn't want to bother Tony. Not with this. He doesn't even bother to change out of his baggy pajamas.
Peter has paced the length of the same hall twice by the time, on the edge of doing it for a third time when the lights overhead flicker. The teenager pauses to look up, squinting at the lights warily. Just as he relaxes the power drops completely. Peter startles a little bit, whipping around to stare at the darkness.]
Hello? Uh- Is anyone else out here?
[He fumbles to find his cellphone for any kind of light. Only for something to leap out at him.
The teenager yelps, colliding into the floor. Something is clawing at him and all Peter can do is flail and try to kick it off to no avail.] Stop!
2.Walking Hell CW: claustrophobia, panic attacks
[Peter is happy to be out in the sunshine, away from ADI headquarters. The fresh air and reminder there is more here to see.
He feels himself relaxing for the first time in a while. There is still a threat out there, but, right now he wants to just enjoy the sunshine a little. He wants to feel normal for a second.
The feeling carries him forward across a crosswalk onto the other side of the street, onto the sidewalk. He laughs a little at the warmth on his face.
Then Peter walks directly into a nightmare. The air is knocked out of the teenager as he staggers. Suddenly he's alone. All the pedestrians with her just disappear from existence, turning into dust around him. That alone makes his skin crawl.
"You don't know what's real, Peter-" Quentin Beck's voice rings out and the world whips around in an array of colors. Peter feels frozen in place as the sky darkens overhead, green overpowering everything else.
"Scared, Peter? You should be."
Peter sucks in a sharp breath, stumbling before he breaks into a full run. He only makes it a few feet before he's stopped. He collides with something with a thunk, falling back with a yelp. Peter realizes quickly its glass as he looks up. A glass dome starts to form around him.
Peter scrambles up to his knees to throw himself against the glass. He slides of off it. A perfect snow globe with New York forming around him. His breathing becomes erratic as he struggles to make room for himself. The dome is filling up quickly with city and snow, making the teenager feel more trapped by the second.]
No! No! Stop it!
[Peter slams his fist against the glass, anger, and fear written across his features. He thrashes, kicking out at the city, trying to push away from it. He squishes himself tightly against the glass. Panic is overriding everything else, tears stinging at Peter's eyes as he sucks in another short choppy breath.
"Oh, you want to be saved? How sweet. Heroes like you just know how to lay down and bleed."
To anyone outside of the nightmare, well, they'll see a teenager curled into a ball on the sidewalk, slamming his fist in the air repeatedly.]
3. Dunn With This
[Peter shifts foot to foot, looking at the other person he's with uncertainly. The night air is quiet, eerily so. The quiet air makes the teenager want to burrow more into his jacket, but he resists the temptation as he tries to stand a little taller. The flashlight felt heavy in his hand.]
Trust me, I can run pretty fast. [Not as fast as he usually could, but he's at least still in shape enough he can manage it without his powers. He's going to have to not rely on his powers for once and it's nerve wracking.
But he has to do something.] Are you ready? I'll take off and get the attention on me.
Peter Parker | Marvel Cinematic Universe | OTA
[There is still a lot to the ADI Peter doesn't know, nor really understand. He knows at best he's kind of just here and he isn't sure what to do about that. He wants to help, he wants to do more, but everything is new still.
It means Peter has a lot of excess nervous energy to burn off. He doesn't want to actively wake his roommates up with his pacing, so he takes to the halls. The thought of checking on Mr. Stark is a strong one, but Peter shelves it. He doesn't want to bother Tony. Not with this. He doesn't even bother to change out of his baggy pajamas.
Peter has paced the length of the same hall twice by the time, on the edge of doing it for a third time when the lights overhead flicker. The teenager pauses to look up, squinting at the lights warily. Just as he relaxes the power drops completely. Peter startles a little bit, whipping around to stare at the darkness.]
Hello? Uh- Is anyone else out here?
[He fumbles to find his cellphone for any kind of light. Only for something to leap out at him.
The teenager yelps, colliding into the floor. Something is clawing at him and all Peter can do is flail and try to kick it off to no avail.] Stop!
2.Walking Hell CW: claustrophobia, panic attacks
[Peter is happy to be out in the sunshine, away from ADI headquarters. The fresh air and reminder there is more here to see.
He feels himself relaxing for the first time in a while. There is still a threat out there, but, right now he wants to just enjoy the sunshine a little. He wants to feel normal for a second.
The feeling carries him forward across a crosswalk onto the other side of the street, onto the sidewalk. He laughs a little at the warmth on his face.
Then Peter walks directly into a nightmare. The air is knocked out of the teenager as he staggers. Suddenly he's alone. All the pedestrians with her just disappear from existence, turning into dust around him. That alone makes his skin crawl.
"You don't know what's real, Peter-" Quentin Beck's voice rings out and the world whips around in an array of colors. Peter feels frozen in place as the sky darkens overhead, green overpowering everything else.
"Scared, Peter? You should be."
Peter sucks in a sharp breath, stumbling before he breaks into a full run. He only makes it a few feet before he's stopped. He collides with something with a thunk, falling back with a yelp. Peter realizes quickly its glass as he looks up. A glass dome starts to form around him.
Peter scrambles up to his knees to throw himself against the glass. He slides of off it. A perfect snow globe with New York forming around him. His breathing becomes erratic as he struggles to make room for himself. The dome is filling up quickly with city and snow, making the teenager feel more trapped by the second.]
No! No! Stop it!
[Peter slams his fist against the glass, anger, and fear written across his features. He thrashes, kicking out at the city, trying to push away from it. He squishes himself tightly against the glass. Panic is overriding everything else, tears stinging at Peter's eyes as he sucks in another short choppy breath.
"Oh, you want to be saved? How sweet. Heroes like you just know how to lay down and bleed."
To anyone outside of the nightmare, well, they'll see a teenager curled into a ball on the sidewalk, slamming his fist in the air repeatedly.]
3. Dunn With This
[Peter shifts foot to foot, looking at the other person he's with uncertainly. The night air is quiet, eerily so. The quiet air makes the teenager want to burrow more into his jacket, but he resists the temptation as he tries to stand a little taller. The flashlight felt heavy in his hand.]
Trust me, I can run pretty fast. [Not as fast as he usually could, but he's at least still in shape enough he can manage it without his powers. He's going to have to not rely on his powers for once and it's nerve wracking.
But he has to do something.] Are you ready? I'll take off and get the attention on me.