Peter has a rough time.

[hashtagparkerluck]

WHO: Peter Parker & you c:
WHERE: Around Temba.
WHAT: Peter experiencing his first storm. He hates it.
WHEN: March 11th - 15th
WARNINGS: Probably something, upset spider-children and also probably a deceased family member.



[ Dawn of the First Day but not really dawn because Peter's teenager - At "home" ]

Peter's senses had been going off all day since the time he'd woken up late into the afternoon. Curiously though, as the day stretched on the buzzing from his internal warning system got weaker and weaker. Things start seeming quieter and and balance feels.. off. It's been a while since Peter's felt off like this so he thinks the dulled senses are just a sign he's getting a little sick.

He opts to roll out of bed and leaves his makeshift room in search of fluids so he can fight off what he thinks is an oncoming cold. It's then that he notices the weird fog and the eerie stillness of everything around him. He doesn't need his spidey-sense to tell him that something doesn't feel right. And speaking of, he notices that it's not going off and this really feels like a time it should be.

Panic seeps in and he goes to try and lift something simple-something that he shouldn't have any difficulty picking up but he can't lift if and then panic really seeps in. What's happened to his powers? He remembers something being mentioned about sometimes they don't work but he didn't think it'd happen like this!

He feels a little dizzy as the panic gets worse and the only thing he can think to do is find an adult.

"Mr Beck! Something's wrong, my powers aren't working!" Hopefully Beck won't be too upset when he has a spider-kid bursting in on him.



[ Night of the First Day - Outside The Library ]

Okay, so his powers are gone. Great. Excellent. This okay. He is okay. He can handle this. He owes Tony Stark a huge apology this is probably his fault for being a mouthy little brat. He sucks in a deep breath and a reaches to pull the door to the Library open. He was told to come here if he needed anything and right now he needs a lot. Namely his powers back.

And then the moon shrieks. The Moon that's incredibly close and he doesn't even want to think about what that's doing to the tide, shrieks. Maybe if he'd had his powers he'd have known it was coming but as it is, he doesn't and it startles him nearly out of his skin.

"Okay! I'm sorry I didn't believe the moon made noise!" He yells out to... the moon? This day sucks. And suddenly his powers are back. He can hear everything and senses explode and...

...And his hand is stuck to the door handle and he can't seem to let go.


[ The 15th, evening time - Walking home ]

That last several days have been awful to say the least. By day he doesn't have his powers and by night he gets them back when the moon screams at him but he can't control them and he keeps getting stuck to things and breaking things. And how many times as he had say sorry in the just the past twenty four hours? So much for a secret identity.

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and starts to make his way home, maybe he can't sleep through the shrieking moon but he doubts it because the moment it screams again he'll get his enhanced hearing back at a level he has no control over it. He really needs to learn not to mouth off at people it never ends well.

He lets out an exasperated sigh and glances up, squinting in the fog. He can barely make out a figure in the distance. His heart feels like it's stopped beating for a full second and he steps towards the figure. It's just a silhouette but he'd know that silhouette anywhere. Maybe, if he'd had his powers they'd be warning him of danger but as it is, he doesn't suspect anything is wrong beyond the obvious.

"...Uncle Ben?" He questions, his voice shaking a little as he tries to get closer. The person just moves further away and before Peter really registers what he's doing, he's following him right to the edge of town.

Comments

the 15th

[provenforce]

"Whoever it is, they aren't there," Rey calls out. Since the first night this has been her routine. Patrolling the border of the town, looking for people who might be tricked into putting themselves in danger. She only knows what to look for because she'd been there. She'd seen her own apparitions, and every night she saw them still. But she knew better than to follow, now.

"The fog is playing tricks." BB-8 on her heels she moves towards Peter, looking like she's ready to hit him to keep him from walking in stupid directions if she has to.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter hears her, sort of, it's a little muffled but he gets the gist and at least pauses. "But..." He voices before looking around to see who was talking to him. It wasn't real? But what if it was? What if Ben somehow ended up here? Was that possible? Even though...

He wants to follow anyway, just in case, but if it was Uncle Ben then why hasn't he said anything to him yet? "I.."

"What if-Are you sure?" He asks, hating the strong tone of desperation in his his own voice. He glances back at the figure and bites his lip, trying to decide if he should follow anyway or not.

"...I have to tell him sorry." He starts to follow the figure again.

[provenforce]

Her heart goes out to him, truly, because she had been where he is. That he needs to say he's sorry, that's an ache she too knows.

Closing the distance Rey moves to block Peter's path with her staff, not whacking him with it but creating a barrier.

"I'm sure he knows. But that isn't him. This place is alive, and it's trying to kill you." Without the Force she doesn't know how accurate that is, if this fog is a living thing or something manufactured, but even without her connection to the Force she knows that if something leads you to danger it's no good.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Without his powers, there's not really a whole lot Peter can do to fight back. And if what she's saying is true he wouldn't be able to fight back if something attacked him. Part of him wants to assure her that it's fine because he doesn't feel like it's dangerous but he knows the only reason it doesn't is because his spider-sense is currently on vacation courtesy of the energy storm.

"But what if it is?" He can't help but wonder because sure, there's a chance it's a trap but isn't there at least a small chance that it isn't? He wants to push passed her but there's no way he'd have the strength for that now. "What if this is my only chance to talk to him again?"

[provenforce]

"There isn't anyone there. I'd be able to see them too," granted she had ghosts of her own, they came and went every time she let her guard down a little. Disappearing and reappearing in the fog. Always trying to lead her astray. It had worked at first.

Not now, though.

"Who is he? Someone who died, before you came here?" It didn't seem like it was always dead people, of course. She'd seen Finn, Rose, and Poe in turn, but the most often it was wearing Ben's face. Whatever it was.

[hashtagparkerluck]

"I-" Yeah, okay. He has to admit that that is pretty compelling evidence and he visibly deflates, still trying to look over her shoulder just in case.

"Yeah... he.. my uncle... last year." He admits. "Someone broke into our house and I guess.. since I was out he... thought it was me." He's not sure why he's telling her this but it helps a little. And the more the thinks about it, the more he knows there's no way Uncle Ben could be here.

[provenforce]

Rey lowers her staff finally, relatively certain Peter isn't going to run off and get himself killed, now.

"I'm sorry," she replies, and she does mean it. She has only vague memories of her own family, but losing someone you care for or who cared for you isn't easy. "I don't know why the fog is having that effect on people, but you aren't alone. I've seen people too."

Library! ...naturally. cw for... Eyes?

[beholding_archivist]

Inside the library, the Archivist hasn't been minding the side effect of the storm too much, far too intrigued by actually experiencing being human again. An odd combination of fascination and fear.

Until the sudden scream sends an explosion down his spine and he chokes on a sudden lack of air, his eyes going wide. All of them. Including the ones suddenly sprouting along the shelves, the floor, the ceiling... And also the big one suddenly opening up on the front door Peter is currently stuck to, narrowing its eerily glowing gaze on the young man.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Just when he thought this day couldn’t get any weirder the door decides to sprout an eye. On any other day he might have been able to look (ha!) passed it but today has him on edge. He’d gone so long without his enhanced senses and all of a sudden they were back full force.

He lets out a startled yelp when eye opens and tries to jerk back. His hand is still very stuck to the door handle though and there’s a loud crack! and he registers the door is still stuck to his hand just.. no longer on its hinge.

…

Haha. Whoops.

“Ohmygod I’m so sorry! I didn’t-I just-and then it wouldn’t-and then you…did that and I’m so sorry!” He finds himself apologizing profusely to the eye.

[beholding_archivist]

The eye doesn't blink, but it keeps staring at Peter. Silently. It's focus not shifting.

From inside the library, Peter may pick up a muttered swear, the words distorted and crackling as if spoken through heavy static. Jon may be aware of his presence, though the harsh words weren't meant for him. Not with Jon struggling with reality itself randomly shifting around him, leaving him even more disoriented than just having his head filled with too many information at once.

Which at least means he won't be overly mad about a broken door.

[hashtagparkerluck]

It might not blink but that’s actually worse because now it feels like he’s being judged. In fact, Peter is just so sure the eye is silently judging him for breaking the door. Can he put it back?

… not without the right tools.

He winced when he hears curse and opens his mouth again.

“I really am sorry! The moon did the thing and then I could let go-I still can’t let go and then you startled me and I’m not saying it’s your fault just that I- I mean I can probably fix it?”

[beholding_archivist]

Is the eye judging? Maybe it is. Possibly. It's the nature of Beholding after all. But an eye can, naturally, not speak. So the door remains silent even as a wave of static crackles through the reality that is the library. Following it is the Archivist, eyes glowing the same way as the large one on the door does, though his expression is rather one of annoyance.

"I saw what happened." He presses through grit teeth, not even bothering to look at the door. "And... I can't control it. Not... Right now."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter swallows a little, the door still stuck to his hand the whole situation feeling just a little surreal. He bites his bottom lip nervously and then just offers a small nod when the Archivist himself turns up.

"R-Right. With the-" It's probably rude to point out more than the usual number of eyes so he just lets the statement die on his lips.

"Um.. I'm Peter.. To-um-Mr Stark told me to come here if-if I ever needed-I can go, it's not a big deal. I'm really sorry about the door."

Library Business

[doubled_speed]

This was the worst storm ever. Actually, all storms were the worst storms in Tommy's book. He hated the way the storms left him feeling hollow. Feeling not him. Except now that the moon was screaming, he felt too much like him.

The power swelled in him, uncontrolled and uncontrollable, and it itched under his skin, leaving Tommy with no choice but to move or explode. Moving will hurt people less, he immediately knows, in those picoseconds of thought (his brain accelerated of course), he knew he had to move.

IT was fast, too fast. A blur of silver-white light trailing after him as he ran like death itself was at his heels. It took some effort to dodge around people and buildings, but he wouldn't let anyone get hurt. He could do that. He would do that. No one needed him like this.

Too bad he tripped up a bit near the library. With his powers in overdrive there was no chance that the high speed crash caused by tripping over a piece of broken up road would kill him. But it took some doing to control the crash not to slam into Peter. Small reliefs.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Luckily for Peter, a total collision is avoided for the most part but Tommy does comes close enough that it creates a kind of vacuum and before Peter can process what's happening he finds himself being sucked in and in his panic he grabs and sticks to the only thing he can-Tommy himself.

...

And then he can't let go. At such high speeds it's a little difficult to move so maybe letting got isn't advisable right now anyway. It's more of a kneejerk reaction that his him trying and failing to pull away.

"Sorry!" He hisses, not sure if he can be heard over the sheer sound of speed.

[doubled_speed]

There is something on him. A slurring of noise, drawn out and low, the ominous rasping that could only be a voice or a landslide. Right now he doesn't know which.

Already on his feet and running, his feet not able to deny the forward pull. The storm had done something new and terrible. It drove so much power into Tommy that he was sure if he stopped the energy would have nowhere to go but out. Whether he would survive the resulting explosion was a serious question he didn't want answered. Better to run.

Run and run and say nothing because no words mattered at these speeds.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Even if he had control over it at the moment, Peter's unsure if could let go. The force pressing into him is intense and he can't even think straigt.

Where are they even going? He can't make out anything but blurred shapes that just rush passed. It's actually making him a little sick to his stomach so he opts close his eyes as tightly as he can in hopes that it helps to keep him from thinking about his stomach getting a little upset.

[doubled_speed]

Soon it's not just blurred shapes rushing past. Soon it's sand being kicked up around them, and that's barely a second before it's the spray of water, cool over skin. The sound of the scream still echoed a little, and still Tommy couldn't stop.

And then he couldn't go. The speed was gone, tens of feet from sand. He was already sinking into the water. The residual speed, slipping off of him, carried them forward but also into the water. And Tommy grabbed a quick breath before reaching out for whatever had clung to him. His arm wrapped around the man's waist and Tommy made for the nearby shore.

Soon he was dragging them up onto the beach, Tommy panting before he collapsed into the sand.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's helpless to do anything except accept that he's along for the ride. He really hopes this doesn't end in some terrible crash. All he can really do is cling to whatever he's caught on and close his eyes.

And then there's sand and water and he's inhaling water-not good. He feels someone grab him and he's breathing air again. He coughs harshly and rolls on his stomach to try and force all the excess water out.

He finally gets a look at who he's been stuck to and gasps a little in shock before fighting to crawl over to him and shake him by the shoulders.

"Hey! Mr Maximoff! Are you okay?"

Home

[itsamysterio]

Beck started, and dropped whatever it was he was working on to look to Peter in confusion.

"Hey- you're all right," he assured, pushing to his feet and quickly moving to redirect the kid out of his room before he took in any of Beck's projects. He masked with a concerned look and hand on Peter's shoulder, guiding him to take a seat in the common space where there was more light. Or normally there was. He squinted out the window with a frown before turning his attention back to the kid.

"What do you mean they aren't working? Has this ever happened before?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

If Peter had been in a calmer, clearer mindset he might have found the action suspicious given the conversation he recently had with the Alternate Tony Stark. As it is, the only thing he's feeling right now is panic so he allows Beck to steer him to the main space of the makeshift house.

"I-No. Never." He shakes his head. "It's-I don't feel anything and everything's so quiet I mean-it's kinda nice but at the same time I usually can hear so much and now I can't can't and-oh my god what if my asthma's back?"

He'd.. know if it was back though, right? He'd feel it? There's way too much around here that would have set it off. Probably.

"I don't have an inhaler." He realizes. Maybe ditching it a week after getting bit by that Spider was a bad idea. "What if I get sick? May used to have to take to the ER a lot for high fevers-what if they don't come back?" Have you ever seen a panicked teenager before? Peter's spending about five seconds on one disaster and then his brain is 'helpfully' supplying a potential second disaster.

[itsamysterio]

He nodded, brow creased in consideration. "I think this is something that happens here. I haven't seen it before, but I read about it from people who've been here longer. It should be temporary," he tried to reassure.

"Hey- shh- we've got people here who can help. I can walk you over to the hospital if you want? Get you a full check up, make sure you're all right. Have you seen that scrawny Captain America? He's all right. You will be too."

[hashtagparkerluck]

"I-I don't-but what if they don't have an inhaler? What if they don't know what albuterol is? What if I have an attack the moment I step outside?" What if he is having an attack? His chest already feels tight but that could be because he's panicking.

...

it's probably that he's panicking. Although he's just now realizing how fast he's breathing. He should probably try to slow it down.

...

He manages a difficult swallow, his throat feeling a little too dry.

"But what if it's not temporary for me? You said you haven't had your powers this whole time. What if mine just go away? I can't not have my powers Mr Beck, I can't go back to being Puny Parker."

[itsamysterio]

"Peter- Peter, hey- look at me. Breathe. Okay?" Beck instructed. "I need you to slow down, and just breathe for a minute."

He took a few slow breaths for Peter to mirror.

"You are more than you powers, Kid. We both are. Spider-Man isn't a hero because he can shoot webs, all right? He's a hero because he's you. So whatever happens, we're going to work through this."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter tries to take a calming breath in but it just comes in and out just as rapidly and he tries to swallow to see if it'll help. It doesn't. And the effort it takes to swallow is a little concerning all on its own.

"I-You don't understand!" He insists, "It's not that-it's-" he sucks in a breath, struggling to get the words out. "I had health-" A breath. "Problems. I could-
could die" A breath. "without my powers." Either die or get real acquainted with concept of IVs again and absolutely no thank you. He'd like to never see another needle again. The idea of another IV in his arm is almost enough to make him feel faint.

He does not miss how hard it could feel to just breathe sometimes.