revivalproject | Well THAT didn't go according to plan

WHO: Peter Parker & you, probably
WHERE: outside the hotel somewhere
WHAT: Peter's been working on his webfluid
WHEN: end of the month
WARNINGS: RNG rolled a 1

Peter's been working on coming up with a viable replacement for webfluid ever since he ran out at a very inconvenient time. So far his trial have been pretty hit or miss. He'd managed to craft something together a few times but nothing that lasted longer then a ten to fifteen minutes. It's a little frustrating but he's working on it.

He's out testing the newest version and once his webshooters are loaded and activated he aims briefly at a tree and fires the new webbing.

or.

He tries to. Nothing's coming out and he frowns before inspecting his webshooters carefully to figure out why they're jamming. There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with them. He taps the cartridge of webfluid and suddenly his webbing starts spewing out. It hits him in the face and it's not stopping.

Oh no.

He lets out a startled shriek as his face is very suddenly covered in spider-silk of his own design.

Please Help. He can't see.

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Steve's just walking around minding his own business when there's a kid struggling with a web in his face.

And honestly his first thought is that Spider-man webbed him up and left him to struggle. "Hey, kid, can you breathe? Hold still, I'll come get the webbing off your face."

It's really irresponsible for Spider-man to do that...

Peter would have to agree, it was really irresponsible of Spider-man to do this. He should have known better than to point the stupid webshooter at his own face!

"Yeah, I can breathe." He answers, feeling his cheeks heating up because of course someone would come across him like this. Why wouldn't they? "It's fine. It should just dissolve soon." In how long? Well, that remains to be seen. He's hoping in the next few minutes but knowing his luck? It'll be the full two to four hours. He does not want to be stuck like this for four hours.

Note to self: make the solvent before testing more webfluid.

"What? No, this is Spider-Man's web fluid, it doesn't just dissolve that quickly. I gotta make sure you can breathe."

He grabs the webbing a little. "Okay, this might hurt. Just need it far enough away from your face."

Peter pauses, frowning a little beneath all the webbing when he hears his made up name being used. So this is someone that at least knows about Spider-Man. Come to think of it, his voice does sound familiar. Where has he heard it before?

"Sometimes it does." Peter responds, still trying to place where he's heard that voice before. "And I would know, considering I am Spider-Man."

And then it clicks. He knows exactly where he's heard that voice before.

Oh no.

Now his cheeks are really burning in embarrassment. He webs his own face and The Captain America is the first person he runs into? That figures.

"Ow!" Peter voices as Steve tries to pull the webbing loose.

Oh, well, that was unexpected. "You're Spider-man?" he asks, blinking a bit as he lets go of the webbing.

Well, okay, that would make a lot of sense, since Spider-man is nowhere to be found and he's pretty quick, but not that quick, and can't turn invisible. So Steve thinks.

"Right, Queens, I don't know what you were thinking, but next time try not to aim at your face. How do we dissolve this?"

"The one and-okay, apparently not the only but yeah." Well, if there'd been any sliver of hope left that it wasn't Captain America he was talking to, Steve just crushed it by calling him Queens. Captain America wasn't even here before. Did the universe bring him here just so Peter could embarrass himself? He's not sure if he'd even surprised at this point to find the answer was yes.

"I know." He groans in true teenage fashion. "I just-I ran out of webfluid and I've been trying to make more but limited resources and the new batch wasn't working so-"

"So you aimed at your face to try it out. Well, maybe try aiming anywhere else." But he's teasing. And then he asks: "Is this really going to dissolve soon without my help? Because there aren't that many people here, so I'll probably know who you are soon, but I don't want to have to find out this way, if you don't."

He had figured that Peter wanted to keep his identity safe since he hadn't introduced himself in the airport. In fact, he's a whole lot younger than Steve actually thought he was, which is slightly more obvious in his ridiculously-sloganned tee.

"In my defense-" He fights the urge to point out he was left unsupervised. "-tried to test them out on a tree but when nothing came out and it jammed..." That was when he ran into trouble.

"So now I'm just waiting for it to dissolve. If I'm lucky it'll just be a few minutes. If I'm unlucky, which is much more likely, it'll be several hours." He explains as nonchalantly as he can mange to sound. Internally he's starting to worry about what he's supposed to do when dinner rolls around? What if Omega sees him like this? It's bad enough that Captain America is seeing him like this.

"It's-I mean the secret identity thing is great when you live in New York. Doesn't work the same when there's about twenty people and several of them already know who you are." Which isn't really relevant right now. "Um. Peter. Peter Parker. It's great to actually meet you. Even with the-" He gestures to the webbing.

"Oh," he says, and because he hasn't been to Tony's lake house yet and seen pictures of Peter in his kitchen, that has zero meaning to him. "Well, nice to meet you, Peter. Sort of. Is it going to hurt if I rip it off?"

He's sure it will because it was a pain to get off of other people; that stuff was really prehensile and withstood him trying to bench it off. So, they might not have another choice, but Peter's strong too. "I can't leave you in a lurch like this, kid."

He's got another idea: "Does Tony have something that can melt this?"

Peter's trying to think of something. Cap can see so maybe he can just tell him how to make the solvent? He's trying to think if he can remember the formula off the top of his head or an easier way to free himself from the webs.

However, at the mention of Tony his thought is thrown violently off the rails and he quickly shakes his head. "Please do not tell Tony I webbed myself in the face. He's either gonna laugh at me or worse, tell Omega about this and I do not want her to know about this." He's trying to impress her and webbing yourself in the face is not impressive.

"Fine, but if this doesn't come off and you start losing oxygen, I'm calling him. Got it? So help me figure out how to get this off your face."

He has no idea who Omega is but he doesn't really think it matters at the moment.

Well THAT didn't go according to plan

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