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That Awkward Moment

WHO: Peter Parker and Quentin Beck
WHERE: Their House
WHAT: Peter's got his powers back and Peter tingle is working..
WHEN: After the storm, before he knows Tony is missing
WARNINGS: Uh.. depends on if Peter can keep things on the DL.

Peter's powers come back while he's sleeping and when he finally wakes up in the morning his blanket is stuck to his skin. He's relieved to know that he can control his powers again and quickly unsticks and untangles himself from the blanket, he's also, as he realizes a second too late, on the ceiling. He lets out a sharp yelp but manages to stop himself from smacking his face on the floor. He lets out a slow breath and gets to his feet. It's nice to have his powers back under his control but something still feels.. off.

At first, he thinks it's just because he hasn't had his powers for several days so his senses are a little on high alert. He thinks it'll go away soon and just busies himself with breakfast. Peter's finally used the replicator and the first thing he had replicated was cereal. Not just any cereal but fruitloops and he doesn't even have milk for them. He's had a rough week and at some point decided he deserved fruit loops.

Since his senses are still buzzing uncomfortably and his powers are back, he climbs up and sticks to the wall so he can survey the room while eating cereal straight from the box like a little heathen. It only helps to calm the danger tingle a little and Peter's forced to wonder if it's on the fritz or there really is something to be worried about right now.

Just to be safe, he shimmies a little further up on the ceiling.

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Beck wanders back in with a box of scrap he's scrounged for his projects, glancing up at the scene of Parker on the ceiling clinging to that box with an arched brow.

"...someone's feeling better," he notes, lips curling in a teasing fashion. Hell, he was feeling better too. "You know we have bowls somewhere, right?"

He certainly feels better now that his powers are back but right now they're a little..

"Yeah..." Peter says slowly, trying to focus on what was making him feel like he was in danger. He tries to discretely glance down at his arm to see goosebumps just starting to form. Is... Is Beck what his senses are upset about?

He sucks in a breath and just offers a half smile.

"...I thought if I was gonna eat them up here there was less of a chance they'd spill this way." He states.

"..." Beck's brow creeps higher, clearly not buying that, but he nods, breathing a small laugh through his nose.

"And you're eating up there because...?"

As Beck's eyebrow rises so does the hair on the back of Peter's neck. His senses are starting to scream at him to get out and it's getting very distracting.

"Oh. It's because-" Every good liar knows there's nothing more deceptive than the truth but Peter is not a good liar, at least not net. Right now though, he has a major tell in that the inflection of his tone goes up almost as if he's questioning his own response. "-I'm celebrating getting my powers back."

The minute the words are out of his mouth though he realizes that he could have come up with something better-he could have said something about everything feeling off since he hadn't had them for a few days and being in high places helped sooth the feeling like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. Instead he went for the lamest excuse possible.

But then again, that is just his luck.

"You need to get out more," he teases fondly, "How's it feel?"

He strolls across the room to take a seat so he can look up at him easier, flexing his fingers with a distant look, "I keep thinking mine'll come back any day," he muses, still trying to lay the ground work for when he's able to weave his illusions again. He needs a few more drones before he can manage it with a reliable outcome.

He still has a chance to spin his lie and maybe convince Beck that he's not starting to think maybe he shouldn't trust him so much. The worst thing he can do at this point would be to 'show his hand' as the expression goes.

"Um.. kinda weird." He opts for the truth this time. "Like trying to tune a radio frequency and getting way too much feedback." He pauses a moment before adding with what he hopes is a subtle dig. "..it kinda feels like something wants to attack me."

"That's kind of the norm around here," Beck notes with a smirk, not taking the bait. "You'll settle back into it," he assures.

"...so why didn't you make milk if you were going to spurge and make yourself cereal?"

Peter opens his mouth to respond but falters for a moment. Is Beck trying to deflect right now? He's far too used to relying on his senses but it's a fact that sometimes they're wrong and sometimes they go off for no reason. It feels like it's going off because of Beck but maybe it's just a coincidence or just an over reactive imagination?

The man's never given him reason to distrust him before and had really been nothing but nice to him since he'd gotten here. The all too familiar sensation of guilt comes pouring in. To distract himself from it, he grabs a handful of cereal and shoves it in his mouth like a popcorn.

"Because." He states after his mouth is clear again. "dried cereal is just as good, if not better than with milk." He lowers the box to tilt it towards Beck. "Want some?"

"Mm, why not?" he agrees after a moment, reaching for the box, feeling particularly relaxed in that moment, basking in the after glow of having achieved what he's been planning for so long.

"Used to live off this stuff and ramen back in my college days."

Peter allows him to take some of the cereal and then makes a face at the mention of college. Also, it's weird to think of an superhero going to college except for Tony Stark since he was so set on Peter going to MIT.

"...You know, for a while I didn't think I even wanted to go to college." Okay, so the deflection might have worked for now but he still feels like he needs to be in highest place in the house as possible. "Mr Stark would kill me if he knew I even considered not going."

"Mm," Beck's lips twitch slightly at the mention of Stark, "You're still a kid. You don't need to decide yet," he assures, "But whatever you do, you make use of that brain of yours. Just promise me that. The world needs people like you."

"I was thinking something in chemistry-My parents were chemists. Or so I was told. I don't really-I was five when they.." Took an unexpectedly permanent business trip. He shakes the thought out and takes another handful of his cereal to give himself something else to focus on.

It's never a good idea to tell someone you suspect might not be entirely trustworthy too much about yourself but right now, Peter's again having a hard time seeing the man as such. He's been nothing but nice, he's taken care of Peter on occasion and even coaxed him through a major panic attack. How could someone like that be bad?

"Yeah?" He gives a small smile, one that fades as the conversation turns to their early demise.

"...it could be a nice way to connect with them," he agrees after a moment, "I'm sure they'd be proud of you, Peter...everything you've accomplished..."

The worst part about losing his parents so early is that he can't really remember them. If he really concentrates he think can remember his mom's laugh and how she'd always hug him extra tight when she and hid dad would get back from a business trip. He can even vaguely remember Ben and his dad always joking around with each other but he doesn't know if it's a real memory or just something he'd heard May mention before.

"Um..." He sucks in a breath and looks up at the ceiling for a moment. ".. I can only hope." He answers. "Do you-It probably sounds stupid but-do you think there's any chance they could.. I don't know.. show up here?"

Beck's features soften, and he nods. "...it's not stupid," he says gently, "They're just as likely as anyone else. Did you...see them during the storm?" he asks warily.

Peter's not sure if he's happy to hear that or not because if they never turn up then that's just one more disappointment he'll have to deal with. Better to have no hope than false hope, or something along those lines.

"Um.. no." He shakes his head. "I didn't-I-I don't even know.." If he'd recognize them. He's seen pictures of course but is that really enough to actually recognize them if he saw them on the street?

"I did see my uncle though-Or I thought I did. I guess it wasn't really him."

Beck offers a sympathetic sort of look, or his best approximation of one.

"...you've lost a lot of people, haven't you Peter?" he notes. It helped make the kid an easy target. So eager to latch on to the next figure to fill that empty spot...

He just offers a quite nod, not wanting to admit it out loud. Nothing hurt more than when Ben died. He can still remember yelling at him right before running off. He wishes he'd known then what was about to happen, he'd have never treated Ben that way.

"Y-you could say that." He finally states. "But I still have May." Well, not here, but back home. "She's been with me through everything."

"Your Aunt?" He poses it as an educated guess, but he knows everything there was know about Peter. His team had done their research. "I'm sure she'll be right there waiting for you as soon as they send you home."

"Mmhm" Peter nods, wondering what exactly May was doing at this very moment. "Hopefully she doesn't know I was gone 'cause..." The idea of just how angry his Aunt could be is not a pleasant thought. She wouldn't ground him, would she? It's not like he came here on purpose.

"She's pretty fierce."

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That Awkward Moment

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