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WHO: Peter Parker & You
WHERE: Peter's Headspace
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: Calibrations
WARNINGS: Cali-oh right. Warnings are as follows: Family Death, Bullying, Gun Violence, medical emergencies, spiders?? and if you touch the torn Einstein Poster - implied sexual assault on a minor.

Peter on the Mingle

Peter's room takes on the form of his usual room from before he got bitten by a radioactive spider with a few key differences. The room itself is pale blue with several thing decorating the walls. There's a spider web(cw: spiders) up in the corner of his room, right above his bed that looks like it's fairly new but the spider itself doesn't appear to be around. There are several shelves set up around the room one holds a Teddy Bear(cw: sick children) with what looks like a bandage wrapped around it's head. It's several years old by the looks of it but hasn't been touched in some time. Next to the bear is what looks like an AT-T Walker and right next to it is a model airplane(cw: family death.)

The room is cluttered, there's a desk pushed against the wall with several books and pens lying atop it. There's also an Ironman helmet that seems to be resting by the headband on the chair pushed into the desk. Just above the desk is a torn poster(CW: implied sexual assault to a minor.) of Albert Einstein.

Over by his small, twin-sized bed is a night stand that his Glasses(cw: bullying), inhaler(cw: medical emergencies) and a picture(cw: gun violence, family death) of a younger Peter and a man that looks sort a similar with dark hair and glasses.

Peter is seated on the bed itself, looking a little scrawnier and a lot weaker than he normally does with a book propped up and open on his knees. There's a window above where his head is and outside of it shows the New York Skyline, the Avenger's Tower standing in the background.

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Rooms like these aren't so unusual to him anymore, not after having had the experience of living in an Earth apartment in an Earth city...even if it had been something of a very realistic illusion. Cal's curious but cautious as he finds himself walking through this one. He remembers the last time enough to know that things here might be delicate, and he's respectful of a person's private life.

"...hey," he says, offering a brief, awkward smile and bit of a nod at the kid on the bed, an apology for the accidental intrusion. The boy looks familiar, and the young Jedi doesn't take long to place him. "Peter, right?"

Peter glances up from his book when he hears someone come into his room and starts to half close it, using is arm as a bookmark.

"U-um y-yeah. P-Peter. Parker." He confirms, stumbling over his own words. "Wh-what's up?"

"Cal Kestis," the young Jedi offers, if only to at least have them on the same page somewhere. He glances around, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head. "Ah...guess somehow I ended up here. Sorry for barging in- not that I meant to." If there's any sort of trick to how this whole thing worked, he hadn't figured it out from the last time.

"Soo...this is your room."

He offers a small nod and shifts so that he's sitting upright and there's space for Cal to sit if he wants to. He glances around the room and nods slightly. It's mostly his room, there are a few differences here and there but for the most part...

"Y-yeah." He offers a breathless nod. "Or... it was before... before m-my uncle..." He swallows nervously, fidgeting with the hardcover on his book.

Hardly anything more needs to be said there. Cal nods, lifting a hand. "I see," he says softly. He starts over towards Peter, remembering vaguely the time he'd stepped into Billy's room under the same circumstances.

"...hey, I know that." Cal pauses, gesturing towards the shelf with the Walker. He can't help but step over towards it. It's so unusual to see in such a setting. "Drove one of these once," he says with a light laugh as he reaches to pick it up. "Crashed it too, actually..."

"Oh." Peter frowns at that admission and wonders if he should maybe stop Cal from picking up the AT-T walker. "Wait-" He barely gets the word out and there's a rush of sound. It sounds like a jet zooming by and suddenly there's a large man about sixty feet tall.

The whole scene shifts to an airport.

There's a lot happening. They've clearly stepped in to some kind of battle. Cars are destroyed, there's a few fires that haven't put themselves out yet. There's a blue of red and white swinging around the giant man, fling what looks like Spider-Webs.

"-With the walking thingys?" Peter's voice sounds as he wraps his webs around the man's knees.

"Maybe the kid's onto something?" an adults voice sounds, it might even sound a little familiar.

"High now." Cuts in a different voice. "Tony, go high now." Iron Man and War machine sweep in and deliver a harsh upper cut causing the large man to fall backwards.

"Yes! That was awesom-" He victorious shout is cut short though as the hand from the falling man collides with the teenager and sends him crashing into the Tarmac.

It's a sensation Cal's used to, and yet not quite. He should have expected that, he thinks. The memories triggered by things here are far more vivid than most of the ones he reads through his psychometry.

Being thrown into the midst of a battle is definitely discombobulating, even without witnessing a giant there in the middle of it. Cal's staring as he watches the memory, the scene unfold. Iron Man's gleaming appearance is a familiar form at least. And then the gigantic being is down, but the crashing Spider-hero has him wincing.

In all honesty, this is probably one of the better memories that could have been triggered which might say a lot about Peter's life but never mind that. He's obviously fine.

Alterntae Iron Man swoops down and lands near the kid, the face place sliding up and he moved immediate to check if Peter is okay.

"You alright?" A concerned Tony Stark asks. Spider-Man jumps at the contact. "Whoa." Tony breaths when Peter goes on immediately on the defensive he grabs his wrists and Peter struggles to be let go.

"G-get off of me-!"

"Same side." Tony tells him, Peter still struggling against him. "Guess who." Finally, Peter seems to relax.

"Oh.. hey, man." He greets, his mask half off. "That was scary.." He admits. blinking a few times to adjust.

"Yeah, you're done." Tony's voice is final. "You did a good job-stay down." Peter starts to argue but Tony isn't having it. "Stay down."

"I gotta get him bac-"

"You're going home or I'll call aunt May." Tony threatened as he stood back up. "You're done." The Memory starts to fade as Peter tried to argue further but ultimately gives up, acknowledging he might be a little injured.

Cal's had plenty of rough landings but none as impactful as the one Peter had taken then. He can't help but be impressed that the kid is still able to talk and move, although he can't really disagree with Tony's call once the Iron Man comes to check up on Peter.

"Whoa," he says as the room comes back into focus. He looks down at the model still in his hands, nodding a little to himself as he pieces together how such a memory had ties to it. AT-ATs were pretty easily compromised if you had the right resources. Cal looks over at Peter, carefully replacing the model. "A lot going on there."

Peter takes a breath as the memory ends and bites his lip in anticipation as he's sure there's gonna be questions now.

"Uh, yeah." Peter agrees. "I'm still not entirely sure what all was going on but now Mr Stark and uh.. Captain America aren't talking to each other so it must have been pretty bad. He doesn't talk about it and it's not really my place to ask since I don't.. really know him that well."

It's strange hearing the names, both of whom he's familiar with now. He doesn't know how relationships go as far as that but he'll take Peter's word for it that things must be bad, although it doesn't take too much to figure it must be bad given what he does know of the two. Cal frowns, nodding.

"That's...concerning. And understandable, I guess- but then...even if you don't know him that well, you fought on his side, didn't you? That counts for something."

This is a room that, immediately upon entry, feels feels familiar to Lauri-Ell. It feels, in some ways, like Carol's apartment, and that earns a smile from her.

The woman moves around, considering the space, the things, the displays of life. She only pauses when she sees Peter herself, and she offers him a brief bow.

"I am sorry for entering into this space of privacy."

Peter startles when someone comes into his room and sets his book to the side, face down so he doesn't lose his place for later.

"Um... hi." He offers awkwardly. "It-it's fine... I mean I-I don't have anything to... ide. I'm.. Peter. By the way."

"Lauri-Ell," she answers, and frowns. "Are you unwell?"

Because of course she wasn't the sort to pry first. Always question first, pry later.

"What? No." Peter shakes his head. Just ignore the obvious signs he medical conditions such as the inhaler on his bedside table. He doesn't really count that the asthma as being unwell since it's sort of chronic. Or it was.

"I-I just get kind nervous around new people. I mean, I'm sure you're nice-I just uh.. forget I said anything. It-it's nice to meet you."

She offers a brief nod of her head, and fist to chest she offers a bow.

"I am Lauri-Ell, Accuser of the Kree-Skrull Alliance, sister to Captain Marvel. And now you know me."

Viktor's eyes took in the sunlight coming in through the window. This room was like a mixture of the undercity and topside of Piltover at the same time. But the room was small and spare so he assumed that it was more like the undercity.

"I don't mean to intrude so excuse me."

Viktor felt very awkward being here, and he seemed to drift around the room. When he got to the nightstand he idly picked up the glasses

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