Oh, [ he says, a little dumbly, fingers folding over the couch cushion as he sets his feet on the plush carpet and takes the home in more fully.
cozy suburbia greets him. the kids seem entirely unfazed by the suit, and at least there's no residue of dust and grime from before to leave prints on the fabric.
dad's at work, one kid says. okay, that feels kind of normal? the rest — it still serves to send a chill rushing up his spine and raking up along the back of his neck because that's not all that normal. it's not safe, he says. ] Mom's fixing it?
What's she fixing? [ who and where??
peter doesn't register himself rising from the seat and closing the distance to the window, ducking under the curtains to look outside. if there's danger there, he needs to know and his senses feel so addled, so long a time on high alert, that he isn't sure what to trust right now. he wants to trust this place. something out there, out here, suggests that he should. insists, even. a squint, agains the sunlight until his eyes land on the swirl of red. it almost feels familiar (battlefield against thanos but he tries so ardently to shove that thought away). quickly, he steps away, turns, and presses his back to the window. the sun shining through almost feels warm.
theres a frown, concern stark and his mind starts its ragged race again until billy's voice halts it. ] What?
I — I don't know how to stop that, [ he says this lamely, going to the front door. maybe if he keeps moving, he can run away from the thoughts catching up because while he doesn't know what's going on right this very instant, it's in his nature to try.
though, trying the handle doesn't yield much results. ] Okay — um, okay, so — [ don't think?? how does he not think?? ] — I'm Peter Parker. What're your names? [ simple. let's do simple for now. ]
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cozy suburbia greets him. the kids seem entirely unfazed by the suit, and at least there's no residue of dust and grime from before to leave prints on the fabric.
dad's at work, one kid says. okay, that feels kind of normal? the rest — it still serves to send a chill rushing up his spine and raking up along the back of his neck because that's not all that normal. it's not safe, he says. ] Mom's fixing it?
What's she fixing? [ who and where??
peter doesn't register himself rising from the seat and closing the distance to the window, ducking under the curtains to look outside. if there's danger there, he needs to know and his senses feel so addled, so long a time on high alert, that he isn't sure what to trust right now. he wants to trust this place. something out there, out here, suggests that he should. insists, even. a squint, agains the sunlight until his eyes land on the swirl of red. it almost feels familiar (battlefield against thanos but he tries so ardently to shove that thought away). quickly, he steps away, turns, and presses his back to the window. the sun shining through almost feels warm.
theres a frown, concern stark and his mind starts its ragged race again until billy's voice halts it. ] What?
I — I don't know how to stop that, [ he says this lamely, going to the front door. maybe if he keeps moving, he can run away from the thoughts catching up because while he doesn't know what's going on right this very instant, it's in his nature to try.
though, trying the handle doesn't yield much results. ] Okay — um, okay, so — [ don't think?? how does he not think?? ] — I'm Peter Parker. What're your names? [ simple. let's do simple for now. ]