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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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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."

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."

"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.

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."

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.

"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.'

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."

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."

"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.

"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."

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."

"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.

"Oof, really? What was wrong with you?" Donnie pauses as he vaguely wonders if that was too blunt of a thing to say.

"Eeeyeaaah I don't know that I'd call it 'safer'," he notes as he wanders over towards the desk where Peter is to get a peek at whatever homework he's been working on. "Still involved some mysterious chemicals or something, I'm not exactly sure what all alchemists employ for something like that. It's probably a good thing we weren't left with him either way."

"Asthma. Mostly. And really high fevers.. I guess the asthma made it really easy for me to get like bronchitis and pneumonia plus my Aunt's a worrier and when she freaks out I freak out and then I can't breathe 'cause-well I can breathe now. It seems to have resolved itself."

He's been working on chemistry homework that will never be turned in. At least he likes Chemistry.

"Sorry. Did I say safer? I meant less... painful."

"Oh. Oof..." Donnie looks a little sheepish for his direct question at that. "The most that ever hits my fam now and then is the flu and it's the worst."

How does all that resolve itself though? No wait, stupid question, although that does make him wonder how the properties of a spider factor into all that. "You probably lucked out that you didn't end up sprouting extra legs and stuff along with the spider strength. Don't think the mutation deal was exactly painless- maybe we just don't remember how it went since we were...well, baby turtles at the time, but I gotta say, there's a lot of readjustments in bone and body structure and that was just watching some guy turn into a fish."

Chemistry! Despite it being homework, Donnie looks somewhat excited as he has a look, although he does pause, distracted by the mask hanging off the back of Peter's chair. Oh right, now he remembers where he's seen this design before. "This looks like the gear Tony has in the forge-" he says as he picks it up.

"Uh... yikes." Peter winces at the mental image of a some random person shifting it to a fish. Maybe the radioactive spider wasn't so bad after all.

"Oh that, Yeah, I've had since I was like seven-" Peter stars before things start to changing again, the sound people running and screaming can be heard almost distantly but gain in volume as thought getting closer before the memory kicks in.

It doesn't last long as the moment was really over in less than five minutes but it sure left a lasting impression on Peter.

"...I still think that was one of the best night's of life." He shrugs, not even embarrassed.

As sharp a contrast as the sounds of that memory are with the return of the room's general stillness, so far as things went, Donnie couldn't say that memory was terrible. Maybe because it was short.

"Huh!" Could Tony's armor that he made here do that too? He should really ask more about the guy's stuff. You know, once they're not stuck here. Hopefully they're not stuck in those white rooms forever.

"That's pretty wild. What were those, rogue robots?"

"Um.. Drones. Specifically Hammer Drones." Peter recalls. "There was the company that thought it was a huge rival of Stark Industries called Hammer Industries and the CEO or owner or whatever tried to highjack The Stark Expo by teaming up with a known criminal to build something better than the Iron Man armor- which is impossible- but it backfired and since they were trying to take out Mr Stark and I had the Iron Man mask..." he trails off because he's sure Donnie can figure out why that was a problem.

"I don't know that the Mr Stark in my universe even knows that was me. I mean like-that moment probably didn't mean anything to him. He probably doesn't even remember it."

"Ouch. Mistaken identity. Someone sure didn't think too hard on the defining parameters there, or they were intending maximum chaos."

Donnie carefully replaces the mask. "You two close?"

Peter opens his mouth, closes it, and then frowns as he realized he's not really sure. "We talk? Sometimes. He's really busy with Avengers things though so I rarely see him-sorta. I don't know? It's... kinda weird. He's kinda like my superhero mentor? He made my suit."

He glances over at the red and blue suit peeking out from under his backpack and then back towards Donnie. "He recruited me to go with him to fight Captain America in Germany and to be honest I'm still not too sure on the details of why. Something to do the accords and Cap going crazy-it was all very confusing."

"Wow, so you guys are actually super heroes? That's so cool. And you have your own suit?"

Donnie goes to lift the backpack a bit so he can pull the suit out better look. "Wait, so is this Captain America guy supposed to be good? I mean, I'd assume from the name..."

"Yeah.. I mean, I have superpowers but the biggest thing I've done was take down a weapon's dealer that was selling really dangerous weapons made with alien tech and-" Peter's story is cut short by sound of loud music as another memory Starts up and ends.

At the end of it, Peter's sitting stiff and frozen like a deer in the headlights because of all memories that could be associated with a backpack it's a house party Flash humiliated him at? Although it was related to the weapons so... maybe that was why.

Donnie's still awkwardly holding the backpack when the memory's said and done before he very slowly sets it down.

"Iiinteresting peers... That DJ was the same guy I saw when you got bit, right..?" Charming.

"Anyway, what was that light? It looked like it was just getting interesting. Ooh, was that the alien tech?"

"Uh... yeah." Peter nods in response to the first question. "That would be Flash Thompson. It's been his goal to make my life miserable since the third grade. Joke's on him though, my life was miserable long before he came into it." he says much more nonchalantly than that sentence probably should be said.

"And yeah-that's how I discovered there was a weapons dealer." Peter nods. "I mean, I'd run into some super high tech weapons a few night before but when I tried to tell Happy about it-that's Mr Stark's head of security- he brushed me off but I guess he did tell Mr Stark because boy he sure knew about them. He also knew about the lady that gave me a churro.. which, now that I think about it, is a really weird thing for Happy to have told him about."

"That sounds pretty annoying. Hope one guy doesn't ruin school for you though. Wish I could go to school, it's amazing. The most I've been is sneaking into my friend's high school or helping her with her assignments." ...and joining a tech club purely based upon their purple jackets only to find out that they were a group of nerdy delinquents.

Donnie squints a bit. "'Happy.' Does he live up to the name?" Humans really have those kinds of names? Huh. "Sounds like he's keeping tabs on you. Superhero report card maybe?"

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