Peter's Room

[hashtagparkerluck]

WHO: Peter Parker & YOU
WHERE: Peter's calibrations room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June 10th - July 10th
WARNINGS: potentially; family death, gun violence, bullying, medical emergencies and some other stuff, probably. Oh yeah, and spiders???



Peter's room looks very similar to the room he'd had back before he and May had to move out of their Original rental house. And it's a mess. His floor is covered with paper, his backpack(CW: Bullying) is laid on his bed, contents spilling out of it. Sitting just underneath it is a shock of red and blue cloth some people may recognize as Spider-Man's suit.

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 a picture(cw: gun violence, family death) of a younger Peter and a man that looks sort of similar with dark hair and glasses.
and right next to it is a model airplane(cw: family death.)

On the night stand by a twin bed is an abandoned book, a glass of water, an empty bag of sour gummies, and an Inhaler( cw: medical emergencies ) There's a small desk pushed up against the wall and Peter himself is sitting at it, he's got a book opened and he's hard at work on his chemistry homework. On the back of the chair is a plastic Iron Man Mask hanging by the elastic band.

The room is also covered in spider webs.(CW: Spiders) They're spaced out well enough that no one has to touch them to move about the room but they're definitely visible and all over the place- curiously, they are shaped like hammocks.

Comments

[ziedrich_bearer]

"Now this is a new level of tidy," Gladio says as he appears from where a door should be. His eyes, of course, are on the webbing. Normally would clean that up, but he's seen enough of the kid around the city to get why.

"So, you a fan of Tony then?" he asks, gesturing toward the mask without touching it.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's focused on what he's doing and raises a hand as his mouth makes several noises that aren't a distinguishable language but the indication is to be quiet because he's trying to think. "I have a test tomorrow."

He pauses, looks at the wall his desk is facing and then frowns because something about that doesn't feel right. What test? He doesn't have a test tomorrow, there's no school here. Damn dream logic.

"Sorry. I got caught up in the-" the gestures with his wrist and then looks down at what Gladio is talking about. His cheeks immediately go pink because man, he was so sure he got rid of that.

"Uh.. yeah. Big fan. Have been since I was like.. seven." He admits.

[ziedrich_bearer]

"Really? With who?"

Because Gladio doesn't believe it.

"He's pretty cool," Gladio says with a smile. The guy had made his shield. "And yeah, I am definitely caught up on his skills. But seven? That's pretty specific to remember?"

[hashtagparkerluck]

"...There's no test. I just... thought there was for a moment." Never mind that. That's not important and now that he knows there's no point to this, he closes the book up and stretches.

"Not really, it's just in my universe Mr Stark became Iron Man when I was seven."

[ziedrich_bearer]

Huh. Interesting. Kid doesn't look that old, so that would mean TOny wasn't that for a very long time. Very interesting.

"Strange man, though. I've known a lot of wealthy people, and a lot of smart people. Most of them tend to use it for evil," he says as he keeps up his walking in the room and looking around.

"Huh, what's this?" he asks, reaching out to touch the teddy bear.

Bears weren't exactly a thing in his world after all.

CW: medical emergencies

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter would have explained that the Tony Stark in his universe is different than the one here but the moment Gladio picks up the teddy bear there's loud beeping, the sound of people rushing down halls, and the unmistakable sound of a child screaming in distress.

The room fades away and is replaced with a tight, brightly lit room. There are several nurses and doctors fighting with what must be a four year old boy to get him to sit in the ice.

"No, No! I don't want to!" Little Peter protests. "It's too cold! I don't want it!" He screams.

"Peter, please just do this for Mommy?" A woman with dark-red hair tries to coax him to cooperate from off to the side.

"No! No! I don't-" He stops very suddenly and looks like he can't breathe. The nurses and Doctors move in quickly and force the woman to leave while they deal with the emergency.

The scene changes and things must have calmed down because little Peter is on a bed, blanket tucked around him with an IV attached to his arm. He seems completely exhausted from his earlier fight.

"This is the third time we've been in this month.." Man that looks very similar to Peter now stands off to the side talking to a nurse with thick glasses and dark brown hair.

"I know, Richard. I know, but he's gonna be okay, you and Mary got him here in time and his fever is way down now." The nurse sooths the anxious father.

"Thanks May, I don't know what we'd do if-" Richard starts.

"Don't think like that. Peter's fine." She insists. "I have to go back to my shift but if you need anything, come get me." May tells him before pausing by Peter's bed to give his forehead a kiss. "Be good for you mom and dad. No more scares." She tells him.

"Sorry Aunt May..." Peter mumbles sleepily. May leaves at about the same time Peter's mom, Mary, comes in with something tucked behind her back.

"Peter, look at what I got you!" She says happily as she pulls the teddy bear with a bandage on its head out from behind her back and holds it out her son who gently takes it and holds it, looking at it critically.

"What happened to it?" Peter asks, concerned.

"I guess he hit his head, sweetie. Do you want to name it?" Mary prompts.

"Mm... Sir Cuddles." Peter decides, causing his Mom to laugh.

"Okay, sir cuddles." She nods and leans down to kiss his forehead and the memory fades back to Peter's room.

[ziedrich_bearer]

Talk about something that Gladio was not expecting to see. But the memory ran its course and he contemplates it carefully.

"Well, I meant more of what the animal was."

Still, he looks at the kid. He gets it.

"I'm sorry. That it was like that for you."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter doesn't respond immediately and it seems he might be a little shell-shocked, eyes wide and not really seeing the room as he takes in his own memory.

"Was that...?" He swallows the thick lump that's decided to take up residence in his throat. "My parents...?" It's clear he's not asking anyone in particular by the distant, far away tone.

"Huh?" He looks up when he remembers he had company. "Oh, it's a bear. My mom-right before she and my dad.. well she gave it to me 'cause I had a really high fever."

[ziedrich_bearer]

Bear huh. What a weird thing. But more importantly he kid seemed uncomfortable. Gladio reached out and touched his shoulder.

“You lost them?”

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter just stays quiet a moment as he just thinks about the memory he just saw. He barely remembers the ice bath but he does kinda remember it. Weird how something he didn't really remember could turn out to be a memory here. Are there any more memories of his parents around?

"Yeah." Peter nods, tone a little distant as he stares intensely out at nothing. "I was five." He admits. "So I don't... remember them that well."

[ziedrich_bearer]

Doesn't remember them well, huh? Maybe Gladio can help with some bit of that.

"Anything else in here really old?"

Something that he could use to give Peter glimpses of his family.

[hashtagparkerluck]

"I don't... think that's a good idea." Peter shakes his head. While he'd love to see more memories of his mom and dad he's not so sure it's worth the risk of the next memory being something much worse than a high fever. "The only other strong memory I have of them is-well, I don't really wanna relive that." He shakes his head.

[ziedrich_bearer]

Alright then. Kid doesn't want it, Gladio won't seek it.

"Alright. Point me to what's oldest so I can avoid it."

That seems like a better plan.

[thepurpleone]

Well this place looks positively normal. Donnie looks around, mildly disoriented as he goes through the motions of trying to work out how he got there. This dream-space delving is really discombobulating.

He's immediately suspicious, even as his eyes catch site of the familiar looking faceplate. "Huh."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter looks up from where he's working on his homework and recognizes Donnie. He sets his pencil down and turns to face him a little more. "Hey, what's up?"

He greets cheerfully. "Sorry, my room's... a bit messy." He shrugs. "I've been meaning to clean it but.. you know, superhero stuff."

[thepurpleone]

"Hey." His response is automatic, but he seems to relax a little at a familiar face. Donnie waves his hand as he steps away from wherever the door had been, having another look around.

"Eh, don't worry about it. I have three brothers and their rooms are varying states of chaos at any given time." Not to mention that the lair in general tends to be pretty messy at times, with stacks of old pizza boxes and any amount of garbage and dirty laundry as only four teenage boys and a lazy father can accumulate.

"At least I can say we don't have this much of a cobweb problem," he notes, his nose wrinkling slightly.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter feels his cheeks heat up just a little at the mention of his webs but plays it off with a slight shrug.

"Oh yeah.. they.. they're supposed to dissolve on their own, eventually. But they make great hammocks." He offers. "Best nap you'll have in years... as long as you don't get trapped in it. That is. I have... a few times... it was really embarrassing."

[thepurpleone]

Color him dubious. Donnie smirks a little at that admission though.

"Hammocks in general seem like traps waiting to happen. Making them out of web just seems to be playing with fire," he notes, reaching out to flick one of the fine lines nearest him. If they're made to be hammocks then he doubts they'll fall apart as easily as a regular web, and he'd seen Peter get stuck in that gunk at the Replicator.

CW: Spiders

[hashtagparkerluck]

"You say that now but don't knock it 'til you try it." Peter says confidently. "Oh, you probably shouldn't-" Before he can stop him though, Donnie's touched the web. Doesn't matter how light it was, it has the scene rapidly changing. They're suddenly in a large foyer where a group of high school students that look to be in their freshman year.

Peter's off to the side looking much.. punier... than he usually does and wearing thick glasses as he trails behind his class. The tour guide is saying something about a revolutionary trash compactor but Peter's not really paying attention to that and seems occupied with taking a picture of something else.

For no discernable reason, a boy about his age with olive skin raises his hand and points in Peter's direction.

"Can we leave Parker here? Any time he goes on a fieldtrip something happens." The boy expresses.

"No Flash, for the fifth time, I can't just leave Peter on his own. You know that." The teacher responds in an exasperated tone. Peter doesn't say anything, just trails after the group, taking pictures and avoiding Flash as best he can.

Things seem pretty mundane at first until Peter looks down at his hand and notices a small spider has decided to hitch a ride with him. Peter lets out a startled yelp and tries to brush it off. He must have scared it just as bad as it scared him though because it sinks its fangs into his hand Peter shakes it off, flinging it off into the walkway where it immediately gets trampled.

Peter takes a step back, swaying dangerously and face place. "Oh god-" He mutters before sinking to the floor and emptying the contents of his stomach on to the tiled floor. He vaguely hears his classmate commented about 'I told you Parker was bad luck' before his vision goes dark and he passes out.

Things return to the normal setting of Peter's room and the teenager in question has a look on his face that just says; 'WELP.'

[thepurpleone]

Donnie shakes his head out, backing away from the web hammock with a shudder. "Gah, why!" Really, he should know better by now!

He looks over at Peter sheepishly then. "So that happened..." How long ago was that even? Peter hadn't looked too much younger, really. And what was with that spider?! For a little guy that sucker had chompers and that makes Donnie cringe. "That was kind of...an extreme reaction to a spider bite."

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter opens his mouth and then closes it. He's told a few people now he got bit by a radioactive spider but explaining that that was the spider suddenly felt awkward.

"Well... It uh.. I don't really know. I'm pretty sure it was radioactive? I'm also pretty sure it almost killed me because I definitely woke up in the ER. My Aunt was freaked but I can't really blame her though. I don't even want to think about the bill."

[thepurpleone]

"Ye...ah, radioactivity and humans don't seem to mix very well." He's pretty sure it doesn't mix well with most things, really. "Can't say I blame her either, but I'm thinking the hospital bill isn't the main thing to be concerned about here."

Donnie tilts his head at Peter. "So...that was the um. Accident that gave you the proportional strength of a spider..." he recalls.

[hashtagparkerluck]

"Yup. That was the spider. At least I'm mostly sure, I started developing my powers like four days later after more ER bills, passing out a second time in the hall and almost getting hit by a car. It was... a process." Peter explains, thinking back to those first few days.

"Man, I got stuck to so many things and I broke the door handle to my room and had to climb out the window. I do not recommend radioactive Spider-bites as a means to gain super powers. Super not worth it."

[thepurpleone]

That makes Donnie wince. "Yikes. So far as I know, our mutation was pretty instantaneous at least. Never been to a hospital so I'm not sure how fun that whole process is." Although he doubts 'fun' is the word for it.

"The newer mutants around New York were made by oozesquitoes- which were some weird mosquito variant that Baron Draxum loaded up with this ooze stuff he created, aaand from what I've seen the mutation process isn't pleasant so I guess it's a toss-up as to whether that or radioactive spiders are worse. I'll just stick with being a turtle, thanks."

[hashtagparkerluck]

"Really? I've been in the hospital at least once every year I've been alive-I'm a very expensive kid. Or.. I was..." Peter trails off and then shakes the thought out of his head. He will not think about being a financial burden on his Aunt and Uncle. He will not do it.

"Yeah, you're way sounds way safer." he nods.