[He moans in complaint, but lets Big Pete nudge him along toward the bathroom. Peter does take the time to crane his head to follow the exasperated lady passing by with her cleaning equipment, throwing words like "sorry" and "I didn't mean to" and "I'll never do it again" with earnestness befitting those red and blue tighty-whiteys.
His stomach churns again, and he puts a hand over his mouth.
And this, friends, is how Peter Parker ends up at a toilet in a pub at midnight with a dude who blew up his dad-planet. He just accepts his fate and expels what his body clearly doesn't want right now, and by the time he's done he's 15% more sober and embarrassed, curled up miserably on the tile floor with his arms around his legs and forehead on his knees.
Something about being babied around by someone he's technically superhero co-workers with makes it worse.
He's supposed to be more competent. And not someone people have to look out for in a pub bathroom?
His lips grimace against his jeans. He's so uncool right now. Jesus.]
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His stomach churns again, and he puts a hand over his mouth.
And this, friends, is how Peter Parker ends up at a toilet in a pub at midnight with a dude who blew up his dad-planet. He just accepts his fate and expels what his body clearly doesn't want right now, and by the time he's done he's 15% more sober and embarrassed, curled up miserably on the tile floor with his arms around his legs and forehead on his knees.
Something about being babied around by someone he's technically superhero co-workers with makes it worse.
He's supposed to be more competent. And not someone people have to look out for in a pub bathroom?
His lips grimace against his jeans. He's so uncool right now. Jesus.]
M'really sorry.