revivalproject | Peter has a rough time.

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.

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"Thanks." Peter smiles, although he really hopes he doesn't ever need to take him up on that. He lays back in the sand again and stares up at the sky, just thinking. This is the second person that's told him Beck is not that great of a guy in another universe.

"I don't know..." he finally admits. "He's never really done anything to make me not want to trust him and if science fiction has taught me anything it's that in an alternate universe even the bad guy can be good." A pause. "Well, that and it's never a good idea to resurrect the dinosaurs."

"He did something to me, but it was in a weird alt-life that some bad guys tortured Billy to make," Tommy admitted. But Beck had been working hard to make it up to Tommy since then.

The other thing, though, has him snort in amusement.

"So your Earth doesn't still have dinosaurs?"

"What? No, of course not. They've been extinct for like.. millions of years." He sits up again because that question just called for him to get a really good look at Tommy's face to make sure he wasn't lying.

"...Does... does yours?"

See, the problem with Tommy was that the micro expressions that could indicate a lie? They were there and gone too fast for most people to see. At least, most of the time. Here, in the storm, he was truly just a normal person. Any lies would be written on his face, because he wasn't used to hiding them anymore.

Which means it's completely true, given his face had no hints of it.

"Yeah. The Savage Land has them. So I guess they're not everywhere, but they are still around."

"The... Savage land?" Did that place exist in his universe? He hadn't heard of it but maybe it hadn't been discovered yet? "So does your world not have the movie Jurassic Park? Is the Savage Land like just off the coast of Costa Rica?"

Was it possible the dinosaurs weren't actually extinct in his universe? That seemed extremely unlikely. ...about as unlikely as getting bit by a radioactive spider. Maybe it wasn't that far-fetched.

"Oh, we have the movie series," Tommy agreed, shrugging a little. Which, since he was still laying in the sand, was unpleasant. Great, now there was sand down the back of his shirt.

"They just survived in the Savage Land. No one created them, biogenetic-engineering or otherwise. Just how it is for us. They're isolated, they can't leave there, and people tend not to fuck with dinosaurs. Usually."

"Yeah, I get the feeling that's like the first thing people would do in my universe. Scientists are already like talking about they could maybe recreate dinosaurs with like... chicken DNA? That sounds like a terrible idea. And I'm Peter Parker, I'm well versed in terrible ideas."

He also finds it fascinating that despite them being from two different universe some things are the same. Or maybe they're not? Maybe they differ slightly in some ways?

"So.. in your world, was the third Jurassic Park Movie just as bad and weird as it was in mine? Like with weird fever dream Alan had about Raptors saying his name and the magic cellphone that could still ring and was loud enough to be heard despite that it was inside a Spinosaurus?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right. But I mostly had to listen to reviews."

He taps near his eyes, keeping them closed to keep the sand out.

"I see too fast. Movies sorta suck when they look like pictures being slowly drawn top to bottom if they're digital, or like slide shows if they're old film stuff."

So he didn't spend a lot of time on them.

"Oh my god, that sucks." Peter says in horror. The idea of not being able to watch movies is insane and depressing.

"What if-like.. you sped up the reels really fast? Could you watch then? Does everything really seem that slow to you? I mean I guess I kinda relate because everything seems ten times brighter than it should usually but I guess you kinda get used to it? Also I can hear... a lot. it can be kinda exhausting."

"It gets better that way, but the sound won't keep up, and then it's more like a flip book. The film won't put up with how fast it will need to go for me to see it right without me doing TONS of use of power."

WHich was a waste of energy for him. It's just a mess.

"My powers, they have down sides. People don't get that. Even other super heroes. Glad you get it."

Peter has a rough time.

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