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Peter's Room

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.

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"...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."

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.

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.

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."

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."

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

“You lost them?”

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."

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.

"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.

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.

"I don't know. Not everything in here is something that I have back in my room at home- I mean it was plane crash that-probably don't touch anything that looks like a plane or is plane shaped." He vaguely remembers the night May picked up the phone and was told the horrible news of his parents passing but he remembers it well enough, he's fine with it remaining to be a memory.

"Oh! Also anything gun shaped. That's probably bad too."

Oh geez. That sounds horrible.

"Okay," he says, a bit intrigued. And so Gladio goes to sit down on the bed. Which means having to push the bookbag aside.

The moment he touches the book bag there's noise again but instead of a busy hospital, this time it's a busy hallway filled with teenagers. This is a busy high school which is arguably much worse than a hospital. Peter's looking not too much different than he usually does but perhaps not as chipper.

He's walking along side a slightly larger boy about his age. "You sure you should be here?" He's asking him. "I don't think anyone would blame you if you took another day off."

"'M fine." Peter insists as the two start to head up the stairs, presumably to class. "Really I just-I don't want to think about it and that's easier to do here."

"Yeah, that makes sense..." his friend nods in agreement.

Coming down the stairs while the other two are headed up are two other boys about Peter's age talking excitedly. One of them, Flash, knocks into Peter's shoulder in a motion that looks pretty intentional. Peter spills backwards, down the stairs and lands with a harsh thump at the bottom.

"Peter!" His friend, Ned, calls out, hurrying down to help him back up. Peter gratefully takes the offered hand and manages to get back on his feet. "What the hell Flash? You could have really hurt him this time!"

"What? It was an accident." Flash sounds almost amused. "Even if it wasn't, Parker's not gonna do anything, are you Penis?" The other boy taunts while his friend laughs a little.

Peter stares at Flash a long moment. It looks like he wants to retaliate but ultimately he just turns back to his own friend. "Let's just get to class, Ned."

"Even if he did tell someone-my parents can just sue his for all their worth-oh wait. No they can't. They can't even sure your uncle anymore, can they?" Flash taunts and Peter stiffens. Again, for a moment it looks like he might retaliate but he never does and starts up the stairs again, Ned follows after the memory fades.

Peter's still sitting in his chair and his face is looking a little pale. Apparently there was more than just gun violence and a plane crash in his memory bank.

"It wasn't-I'm not..." He pauses, not really sure why suddenly feels the need to defend his lack of actions.

"He seemed nice," Gladio said with a voice so flat that he clearly is not impressed. Sarcasm was something he could do when it moved him.

"You were bullied," he says with a wave of his hand. "You aren't to blame for that. Ever."

"Oh yeah." Peter nods sarcastically. "Ever since third grade." He's still not sure what about him made Flash want to make his life a living Hell but he's also not sure he wants to know. As long as he's focusing that attention on Peter than he's not taking it out on anyone else.

"No, but it's still kinda embarrassing. I mean, I have super powers. I could easily make him stop if I wanted but I know that's not a good use of my powers so I just.. kinda put up with it."

Third grade? Shit man, that was fucked. But Gladio expected it meant that that Flash kid wasn't getting much love in his own household. Which was always sad. But that he chose violence didn't make things better.

"That's noble, and honorable. There are plenty of people who, coming into power, would absolutely turn it against those that hurt them. You're a good kid, Peter."

Peter chews on his bottom lip and taps his fingers together to expel his nervous energy as is a habit for him.

"Um.. so.. my Uncle had this philosophy-or I guess it was more my dad-but basically he said that with great power must also come great responsibility. I think about that every single time I go out as Spider-Man or I'm in position I could use my powers but I probably shouldn't. And it keeps me pretty in line I guess."

"Although, every time Flash tries to hit me with his stupid car in the morning I get really tempted to kick it. But then like, I'd probably end up paying for it so probably not worth it."

Geez. Those words sound and feel almost familiar.

"I think my dad would have agreed with those words. And Noct's dad too."

Because there was nothing more true. People with power could hurt others pretty easily.

"I'm sorry though."

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