fluxscape | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Who: Peter Parker and you. Yes, you Also, potentially Spider-Man and you
What: A catch all because ~~I've been really inactive.~~ Peter needs to explore town more and Spider-Man's gotta make an appearance because he gotta, okay?
Where: Oh, you know.
When: Eh. Whenever you wanna say it happened so long as it was in the month of September.
WARNINGS: Some potentially triggering stuff might be in some threads. Will mark if especially triger-y

[ This feels suspiciously like a proposal - Locked to Gwen ] ]

One thing Peter loved about his relationship with Gwen was that he very rarely ever felt like a bundle of nerves around her like he was with nearly everyone else. He felt like he could relax around her and not have to worry about impressing her. He still worried sometimes that she'd get impatient with him for some of his more deep-seeded issues but she'd shown time and time again that was practically just perfect and a saint for dealing with all his bullshit.

But right now he was nervous. Extremely nervous. He'd spent a long, long time trying to work out what to get Gwen for her birthday and he'd finally decided on something that felt a bit like a gamble but at the same time he was sure she'd love it.

He sucks in a breath and looks up at his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed up a little more than usual with his hair combed and gelled lightly so his curls were under some semblance of control. He lets out the same breath and then inspects his appearance for signs of blemishes and then checks his teeth. He starts to leave the restroom but comes back a half second later and decides to floss. Again.

Once Peter finally feels his appearance is satisfactory he pulls a small, teal box out of his pocket and opens it. He's not 'popping the question' the question, he reminds himself, looking a sapphire stone set on a sliver band, encrusted with-well not diamonds but some really pretty gemstones. This was easily the most expensive thing he's ever bought in his life and probably would have been ten thousand times more expensive in Queens. It's just a promise ring-he's not even sure why he's so nervous about this.

He snaps the box closed as he hears movement downstairs and fumbles to get it back in his pocket.

"Hey!" He greets as he moves to the lower level. "Ready for dinner?" Because of course he's going to take her to dinner first-that's how this works, isn't it? ...Is he sure he's not proposing?

[ Who Needs Sleep anyway? - Locked to Aunt May and Possibly Mr Stark ]

Peter had actually been sleeping okay-not great-but okay since he'd arrived at Beachville and he felt a lot better having his family with him and having room to move around. He really did mostly enjoy his time on the VT but nothing could compare to the freedom to move around where ever he wanted.

But just as they always did, the bad night came back and Peter found himself sleeping less and less. He didn't really think much of it the first time he woke up in the middle of the night and was able to get back to sleep relatively easy but it seemed to grow increasingly more difficult as the month progressed. He finds himself laying in bed, stating at fading glowing the dark stickers and wondering if it was possible they were they same ones from his room back when he was little but that was probably impossible.

He turns his head to see the clock nearby and sees that it's just a little after three fifteen in the morning. "Great." He whispers to himself before sitting up and glancing around in the dark. Since he isn't tired, he gets up and moves off to grab a soda from the kitchen downstairs to start in on some homework. He might as well do something productive if he's not gonna sleep.

He pauses on his way to the kitchen table and squints at May's door. He can hear some kind of commotion in there. Was she not asleep? He sets his backpack down and moves over to her door. Well, if she's not asleep maybe they can watch a movie or something.

"You awake, Aunt May?" He asks gently, softly knocking just incase she was actually asleep.

[ Can Peter learn to drive a boat? Roll to find out. - Locked to Mr Stark ]

Okay, so Tony couldn't teach him how to drive a car, apparently. Peter's sure he saw a car the other day but apparently not. Oh well-he'd somehow managed to convince Tony to teach him to drive a boat instead. Which was sorta like a car, in a way. Just... on water. A little more nerve-wracking. Does he admit that he's nervous? Of course not. He's just happy to learn because of course Tony Stark and drive a motorboat.

For the time being though, Peter's seated at the back of the boat nearby and watching Tony's moments. He also has his headphones in, music playing in order to try and drown out some of the loud noises from the motor. Peter wanted to start driving immediately but was turned down because 'there's too many people he could crash into' or something. So maybe he was pouting just a little.

"Can I take over now?" He asks in a very 'are we there yet' fashion. "There's like, no way I can hit anyone all the way out here."

[ A Day in the life of your friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. - OTA ]

There wasn't really much crime happening around Beachville. Probably because the climate was awesome and it felt great pretty much all the time that no one was in a bad enough mood to commit terrible crimes. Still though, it made for a boring Patrol. There weren't too many tall buildings so Spider-Man is limited in how high he can swing and feels much less impressive in this situation.

Still though, he helps where he can. He gives directions to someone, takes note stores that have moved although none seem to have lately. Bought a coffee from Starkbucks and tried to bribe the waiter into not ratting him out for getting extra shots of espresso, got a cat out of a tree, sat with a little boy that skinned his knee, told some kids off being mean to another kid and used his web as a tightrope.

Nothing too exciting was happening so he allows himself to rest in one of his webhammocks. It isn't long before he's nodding off and roughly two hours later the web dissolves and Spider-Man hits the ground with a startled yelp.

"I'm okay." He grunts as he gets back to his feet. "Just a slight miscalculation. But it's fine-I'm fine."

[ Have you tried turning it off and on again? - OTA ]

On most days, Peter Parker loved his job helping people with computer issues. This job was basically tailored to him as he knew way more about computers than even his boss probably did. Today though, Peter was really feeling the frustration. Not because of some elderly man that was struggling to figure out how to save a file-no, he didn't mind those in the least it was this rude lady at Starkbucks. She had her blonde hair done up and nails painted a shimmery silver and bitching at him that she was going to be late to an important presentation if he didn't hurry up.

Peter held his tongue though and just continued to try and work on her problem-for some reason the computer would freeze up and crash when certain programs were opened but she insisted that there was no way her computer could have a virus.

"Ma'am this really looks like a virus." He tries to say as polite as he can. She's offended now and accuses him of treating her like she's stupid. (Peter might think that, but he hasn't said it.) "No, no. I'm not saying that-I'm just saying that there are new viruses everyday and you can't possible protect your computer from all of them and-" And she cuts him off, telling him about how rude he's being and she'll be leaving a bad survey.

He sucks in a breath and just lets her rant as he works on the computer. If he gets it fixed then maybe she'll be happy again. At last he's able to solve the problem and spoilers, it was a virus which he's now being accused of putting on her laptop so that he could fix it just to get her money. Some people.

Once she's gone he just lets out a long sigh and rubs at his eyes. He should get a medal for dealing with that crazy lady.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Gwen Stacy is in an actual dress. An actual, legit dress that she picked out herself because she liked it and not because some dumb mission required she wear it to blend in. She wore it because she thought it was pretty.

And her own usually wild hair, recently touched up at the salon in town, was in a nice braid that hung over one of her shoulder. This braid, however, was of interest to the kitten she adopted from the cat cafe before it vanished, and Miles was determined to get at it.

She was crouched down to play with the cat, balanced on the balls of her feet, and laughing a bit as Miles tried over and over to get the braid.

For the most part, he wasn't successful, but when Gwen heard Peter talking, she turned to look up and that was when Miles got his bitty claws into it, hanging from it with a confused look on his face like he didn't know what he was supposed to do now that he had it.

"Hey..ow...hang on," Gwen says, carefully removing the cat from her hair and setting him on the hammock of his cat tower.

"Hey, gorgeous," Gwen finally manages, heading to Peter with a grin. "You look nice."

Peter has a short moment of getting distracted by how much she seems to just light up his world. He makes jokes about his life being awful more than he probably should but he's really glad he has her in it. Her dress is cute, her hair style is cute and really she's just cute. So is the kitten but this isn't about him right now.

"So do you." He offers, trying to swallow any of his nerves down. It's just a date-they've been on hundreds before so there's no reason to get flustered. Except, in all those other dates he didn't have a very expensive promise ring in his pocket. He really, really hope's she'll like it. Maybe he should have gone with a different stone? But what other stone could he have gone with? Sapphire's her birthstone... what about his birthstone? Does he even know what his birthstone is? Isn't something like Peridot? Sapphire definitely seems more like Gwen.

"S-so... where would you like to go?"

Gwen scratches Miles Purrales behind the ears for a moment, grinning at the loud purring the kitten makes, and she considers Peter's question for a moment.

Or...she seems to. She's listening to his heartrate, the stuttering. All those tell-tale signs that he's nervous about something. And she wants to pry and ask, boy does she ever. But she won't. Other than his nerves, he seems...excited? That's what she's going with, so maybe asking him what has him nervous isn't the best idea.

"I was wondering how okay you'd be with us getting one of the big couples-sized water ices and a pizza and then take over one of the picnic tables on the boardwalk?"

Because that sounds good to her. "I mean, I know we got all dressed up, but who said we're obligated to do anything fancy, just because we're dressed to the nines?"

Peter thinks about it a moment. If the don't got to a fancy place where he has to make a whole scene about his proposal that's not a proposal but it kinda is because then what's even the point of a promise ring? Anyway. Back on topic-if he doesn't have to make a kind of scene then maybe he'll be much less nervous later? That sounds idea to him. The less people he can make a fool of himself in front of the better.

"Yeah, absolutely. I mean, it's your birthday." he shrugs, trying not to be nervous but then again, she can probably hear the irregular pattern of is heart beating and she's gonna guess what he's up too, isn't she? All because he can't even pretend he's not nervous.

Bucky wasn't in line long -- just long enough to hear the end of the rant, and rolls his eyes as he steps up to the desk. He waits until he's sure she's out of earshot to speak. "We have to make her drink in front of her or she demands a refund because her soy latte has milk in it," except that it never has milk in it, at least not when Bucky's on shift.

He plunks his phone down on the counter. "Can you help with these things, or do you just work with computers? Though this is... kind of like a computer, isn't it?" The left sleeve on his work uniform hangs limp at his side, but somehow half his hair has been pulled up into a messy bun that would be the envy of Instagram. Or Fluxgram, if he could figure it out.

Peter glances off to the door to make sure that devil woman was nowhere in sight before he just nods, rubbing at his temples. Well, at least she's gone now.

"Yeah, that woman was a real Karen." Peter states and then shakes off his irritation at the woman he'd deemed to be a Karen and focuses on the phone.

"I mean, it is a computer just, you know. Pocket-sized." He offers gently. "What's going on with it?"

Was he blushing? He might be just ever so slightly blushing. "Well, nothing really, I've just never had one before. I'm not really sure how to use it. I mean, I went through the tutorial speech bubbles, but it wasn't super clear about when or why I'd use the features. And I don't know what these icons are for," he gestured to the social media icons. "I tried this one," he gestured to Flux-Tok, "but it wanted to use my camera."

Peter doesn't seem to notice and he sure isn't judging as he takes a look and listens to the issue.

"Oh, I get it." He nods in understanding. "Yeah-that one uh Flux-Tok I guess it's called? That's like uh.. dance challenge app. You don't have to dance in it but it's uh really just for fun. You can also scroll through existing videos." He explains, hoping that's at least somewhat coherent. "But a lot of the apps are mainly for fun and keeping up with people online-I post to Flutter somewhat frequently."

He nodded in agreement, listening carefully to what Peter was saying. "Oh, that's the one where people are flipping upside down, isn't it? I think Gwen showed me some stuff on it," he nodded. "Flutter... that's text-only, right? I think we had something similar where I'm from," he agreed. "Except there it's called Twitter. And FluxBook is way too close to an obscenity," he chuckled a little.

It wasn't every day that he encountered masked strangers, but it also wasn't every day that he was kidnapped. He'd been treating things as a vacation for the first week or so, but things were so slow here that he was already starting to get bored. If there had at least been crime, Athol would have had someone to kill--or at least threaten--but there wasn't even that. He was honing his skills at pretending to be a normal person, though, which was made a lot easier when he was, for all intents and purposes, actually a normal person.

Schooling his face into an expression of mild surprise, he raised an eyebrow. "Are you really?" he asked. He didn't know if anything beyond pride was bruised, but he figured at least that was likely. It'd been a long time since he'd embarrassed himself around other people, but it was a feeling you never really forgot. "What kind of miscalculation?"

What's pride, can you eat it? Spider-Man is back on his feet and brushing himself off. He notes the man he'd managed to almost crush-not really there was still probably plenty of space between them but still. "Oh, you know... just a minor one." He shrugs and then crosses his arms like he's not being completely honest about something.

Sure he's made the same 'miscalculation' several times before but there was no reason to tell him that.

"Uh-huh." Sure, a minor one. Athol would let that go though, partly because he was amused, partly because he didn't want to purposely embarrass this...guy? Kid? Person.

"What's with the outfit?" Not that it was a bad outfit, because it was pretty nice for a get-up like that, as strange as it also was. Athol supposed he shouldn't poke fun at it though, considering his own methods to hide his identity when he had to.

"Oh, Right-yeah. Were are my manners." Spider-man says quickly, shaking his head at himself. "I'm Spider-Man-I'm really friendly and always happy to help people with favors and things and also the guy to go to if there's any crime in the neighborhood." He explains rapidly before holding his hand out to shake.

Agatha had come out to get a bit of peace and quiet while she worked. She got so little of that at the Castle. Why had she missed the Castle quite so much? Though to be fair it was mostly the bickering between the Castle clank and the Train clank that was making focus difficult, even for a Spark.

They had been in the Castle waiting for her. She head her weasel. She had her Pokemon. She had Van Rjin's notes. What she didn't have, among other things, were the notes she had gotten from the Doctor and the notes she made working with Baymax.

So at the moment she was trying to reconstruct both from memory. Small things that looked like pocket-watched sized paperweights with limbs were sitting on her pages at the corners, to keep the breeze from stealing them as she worked on calculations and other notes involving the physics of time as well as pages upon pages of complex biology theories.

She jumped a bit when he landed in front of her, an odd looking thing that could only be a weapon coming to hand, but when he apologized she reholstered it to her hip and smiled, offering him a hand up.

"If you never make a mistake, you never learn, if you never make a miscalculation you aren't challenging yourself," she said then found her smile fading. She'd first heard those words from Doctor Beetle, and his betrayal, that he'd been lying to her her whole life... still hurt. But then she'd heard the words again in the Circus... attributed to the father she never knew.

Her free hand went to her locket as she tried to push the pain away. To focus on the here and now.

From her notes she looked like a genius, one of the best and brightest. From her appearance... Other than the odd weapon like thing on her hip she looked like she stepped out of the past. She wore a long dress with a high neck, puffed shoulders, and long sleeves that ended with lace cuffs. She clearly seemed to be of the corset set from the form of the dress, and she wore what looked like an antique locket of a trilobite tight to her neck. Her stockings, which he could just see over the top of her rather nice if old fashioned shoes, were striped. Her hair was long and loose and her eyes were green from behind her rimless glasses. All together she looked like someone who was from a time when women were more decorative than active. And her soft voice only added to that. She certainly didn't look like the sort to take an interest in the had sciences, even if her notes and the odd wind up toy looking things implied otherwise.

He takes the offered hand up and then gives himself a quick brush off. "Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks for helping me though." She was right, of course-but the fact was that Peter had made the same miscalculation several times now and it wasn't really a miscalculation anymore so much as a lesson he refused to learn.

"Of course," she said with a warm smile. "You alright?"

"Now why would you even say that? You realize that's what everyone says right before all hell breaks loose?" Tony retorted, rolling his eyes. "If someone could manage it, it'd be you."

He looked around the bay and sighed. Alright, so the kid had a point. "Okay, just so you know, I have a kill switch and I'm not afraid to use it. Get over here."

"That's not true, you're thinking of 'What could possibly go wrong' which, due to how my life has gone thus far it is probably for the best if I don't ever say those words." He's well aware that his luck likes to screw him over at any given time and he's not tempting it.

"Yes!" He says excitedly with a little fist pump before he moves over to the wheel. "Okay so, walk me through it."

Once Peter is done with the lady, there is suddenly a cup of hot cocoa in his face, or... near his face, in any case. Alice is rather short and even holding it up while he's sitting, she can't quite reach his face.

"That didn't sound very fun." She held out the cocoa. "You were with her for almost an hour. I was able to leave, make this for you, and come back while I waited. I put extra sprinkles on the whipped cream... I'm sorry, though, I think it may have gotten cold."

And indeed, chocolate sprinkles sat atop said whipped cream.

Edited 2020-09-26 01:05 (UTC)

Peter jumps a little at the sudden hot chocolate and then offers a tired smile. "Aw, you didn't have to do that. I've dealt with worse than that-some people just get it in their head that they know exactly what's wrong and won't except another answer-I got her to listen in the end though-although I'm pretty sure she's gonna give me a bad review but I'll just talk to me boss if that happens." He waves it off but does take the glass. A rush of sugar is exactly what he needs right now.

"You've much more patience than I. I didn't know what tea you liked, but everyone likes hot chocolate. Can you take a break?"

He takes a grateful sip of the hot chocolate and then pushes his chair back to stand up.

"C'mon, I'm gonna treat you to one of the best things you'll ever taste in your life." He grins, moving for the line and quickly ordering Alice a Cookie Crumble Frappuccino.

"I don't know, Mr. Parker, I've had perfectly ripe pineapple," she offered with a grin.

When the Cookie Crumble Frap. is in her hands, Alice examines it this way and that before taking a sip from the thick straw.

"It's so sweet!"

"Dealing with the public can be harder than people expect."

Bruce stood nearby, watching the scene play out. Of course, he seems to just pop out of nowhere. Old habits died hard. There was no particular reason why he was there. He was taking the time to learn the way things worked in this city. He straightened his long coat before he walked up to the counter.

"You're good at it, Mr. Parker."

"Holy shit!" Peter ejects as he jumps nearly a foot off is chair and looks up at the man, hand over his heart to stop the wild thrumming in his chest.

"Oh! Uh. Yeah, thanks. My uncle always taught me to be nice to people that are struggling because frustration can make people act out in weird ways." He Shrugs, pretending he didn't just curse in a family establishment. Tony's said way worse anyway.

There is a small smirk on his face at the reaction. It really never gets old.

"Your Uncle sounds like a good man." Bruce nods and then looks around. "You get to know the people of Beachville pretty well then."

He's a little miffed with himself because he shouldn't be so easily startled. He has a sixth sense! Why can't the spidey sense be more consistent? Maybe it was because this guy's not a threat? Whatever. Stupid inconsistent Spidey-Sense.

"He was." Peter nods in agreement about his uncle and then takes the chance to jump on the other subject and not explain what he meant by 'was.'

"Uh, Yeah, I guess. Most of them are pretty chill-I think that lady just had a lot riding on that presentation so she took it out on me-doesn't make it right but she's probably only human."

Later on he can blame the Batman effect. It's totally fine.

Was. Bruce pauses at that and decides to leave it there. He can make some logical guesses it and keep it at that.

"Venting stress out onto others. Not very leadership material."

Peter just nods and leans back in his chair.

"Oh yeah. I totally agree and I hope she's not in charge of a team because I can't imagine how stressed her team would be." He shakes his head a little.

"Here for coffee?"

"Actually, I was here to learn a bit more about the city. What it does, how it operates." Bruce answers honestly, even if he has pep and that typical persona tone in his voice. "I'm one of the highest profile people back in Gotham... and I'm just used to knowing how things work."

May had known it was somewhat inevitable that she and Tony would end up in bed together. She hadn't known how or when but she wasn't surprised when it did happen. They had clicked in a way that had surprised her, a way she hadn't done with Happy or Ben. She had loved (or cared bout deeply) both Happy and Ben but Tony was something different.

It was the middle of the night or early morning, she wasn't exactly sure, but it was much later (earlier?) than she was normally up.

Curled up against Tony, her hand playing with the hairs on his chest she stilled as she heard Peter's voice along with a quiet tap on the door. Getting up she grabbed her dressing gown and tied it tightly around her before making her way to the door. Popping it open slightly, she popped her head around it. "Peter?" she asked. "Are you okay?"

She didn't really look like she'd been sleeping but her hair was a little out of place. Peter obviously doesn't think anything of it and quickly shakes his head.

"Sorry, did I wake you up? I just-I couldn't sleep again and I heard... I thought I heard something from-" He pauses a moment because he definitely hears something-breathing. His sensitive hearing is definitely picking up someone else's breathing.

"I-Uh... Are-are you...? Uh.... I mean-is there...?" How exactly did he ask this question without sounding accusing?

He wasn't going to admit how long he'd wanted to do that. May was a wonderful, beautiful person and had just enough spice to be exciting between the sheets. He hadn't planned for this to happen tonight, but he was regretting nothing.

Tony had been dozing when May had left his side. The sudden absence of warmth was enough to get him sitting up and sliding out of bed to put boxers on. He heard the way Peter was trying and failing to ask his question. He couldn't help it, it made him laugh.

Stretching, he strolled out of May's bedroom like he owned the place. "Hey kid. Where's your cocoa stash?"

As Peter's trying not trip over himself asking a very uncomfortable question his question is answered as Tony steps out of the room in a very casual manner.

"Mr Stark?" He blinks in confusion-his mind not quite catching on to the truth of the matter.

Hmm... something about this isn't clicking like it should. What is Mr Stark doing in Aunt May's room? He looks back at his Aunt for an answer but then realizes she's in her dressing gown and then looks back at Tony.

And then he notices that Tony is in boxers. Just Boxers.

Oh god. His face turns bright red and he looks back at May and then back at Tony. Did they? No.... there's no way. They're probably just... really warm. Maybe the Air conditioner wasn't working in her room.

...But that didn't really answer the question of why Tony Stark was in her bedroom to begin with.

He knows why Tony was in her room, he just doesn't want to believe it. That definitely didn't happen and there has to be a logical reason that doesn't involve the fact that his Aunt slept with Tony Stark because that didn't happen.

And how could Tony be so nonchalant about this? This is was a pretty big deal and just treat it so flippantly that he'd slept with-NOPE. No. That didn't happen. He shakes his head to force the thought out.

It occurs to Peter that he's probably been sitting here blue screen of death-ing for several minutes now and he should probably say something but what exactly was he supposed to say after this discovery? Or not discovery because what he thinks happened definitely did not happen.

"Uh.. in the... cupboard." He answers, watching Tony suspiciously before taking a few steps back. "I'm-I'm gonna go..." He decides, taking another step back.

May wasn't that embarrassed by the situation, she wished she had a chance to talk to Peter about it instead of him finding out like this but she considered them all family so.... "How about you go start making us some and we'll be along in a minute?" she asked. Turning to Tony she added, "I think I have a spare robe you can wear if you want?"

Tony was much too amused with this. He watched as Peter had his internal meltdown and moved to the cupboard indicated. He stopped after setting out a packet of cocoa mix when May offered the robe. "Is it pink and frilly?"

May snorted as she kept an eye on Peter to make sure it's alright. "No, but I might have to find one like that just for you," she said with a laugh.

He makes a weird face and just looks between the two of them. Are they just gonna act like everything is normal when it's clearly not? What exactly is he supposed to do? What is he supposed to say about this?

"Did-Did I miss something?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(no subject)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Tech Support

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Spider-Man

no subject

no subject

no subject

A day in the life

no subject

no subject

Boat Driving

Re: Boat Driving

Have you tried?

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Tech Support

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Sleeeep

Re: Sleeeep

Re: Sleeeep

1/? I'll be honest idek how long this'll take

2/?

3/?

4/ maybe 5?

5/6

Okay done.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject