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WOOOOOO—

[THUMP, CLATTER, A CURSE WORD THAT STARTS WITH 'MOTHER' THAT COMES FROM A POLITE LITTLE VOICE.]

Wheeew — Helloooo Riverview!

[There's a shuffling of feet as the familiar voice carries further away, like he's walking away from the feed. Someone calls distantly: 'Enjoy your glory years, kid!']

Thank you, sir! Where's the tram...? Which street again — Oh! I dropped my — [Dropped his phone. Oops. Right! He picks it up, squinting into the feed; Peter looks — well, drunk. He's very drunk. He whispers a little lower:] Hey, sorry, oops — sorry, it's late and I'm kinda noisy. I'll shut up. Shhhh.

[He staggers sideways in his attempt to sneak quietly, so there's that.]

Guys, I was, like, so worried about drinking? But I feel great! Mr. Wilson, thanks for helping me loosen up a little; I dunno why I was even nervous. I even did the karaoke thing on my own. Like, the thing on my bucket list? Man... It was so fun... I don't think I had that much fun in... I don't even know when. Heh. I love you guys. [He whispers in a giggle to himself, looking around and ignoring the feed for a moment:] I have noooo idea where I'm at... Oh, wait! that's Centerfield Lane, I'm doing great...!

But where's the tram again? Shit. Iiii mean 'crap'. Crap is what I meant.

Uuuuh. Hold on. [The feed blacks out again, and there's the telltale sounds of someone clearly climbing up a fire escape toward someone's roof. He's very coordinated for a drunk teenager.] There we go! I seeeee it now. Cool, awesome. Cool.

[He looks at the feed again, the background higher up.]

So I was thinking! I've been spending soooo much time moping about stuff I can't, uuuuh. Do anything about, so I was figuring... why not relax a little? I got this To Do List thing I wanna get done, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to help with it? It'll be fun!

I got stuff like — [He counts off on his fingers.] learning how to kniiit, surfiiing, learning origaaami... Holding a really big snake? When I was a kid I always wanted to face my fears and hold a snake, and I almost got a chance to, but then I remembered how scary snakes are and chickened out...!

[He waves at someone down below, sounding so happy.]

Heeeey! You wanna hug?! I have 'give a stranger a hug' on my to do list!

['Dude, what are you doing on a roof at eleven at night?!' the teenaged kid calls back.]

I'm drunk!

['I guess I can hug you?!' Peter fist pumps.]

Awesome!

[The kid down below yells back from cupped hands: 'Hey—! You're gonna break your neck up there! Get down!']

It's cool, I've got really good balance!

[He gives the guy a thumbs up. This is all still recording. Save him.]

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Mr. Parker

[ those two words are distanced, chilly and simply horribly polite.

They also spell trouble. ]

[Oh no. His worst nightmare. He turns the video so it doesn't show his face, and puts on the worst Brooklyn accent ever.]

Who's Parker? Where's this Parker? Don't know 'em.

Mister Parker.

[ patient - or is she? her tone just sharpens. You're on thin ice, Spiderman. ]

... Yes, Miss Carter?

[Innocently enough!

If not a little wobbly. In voice and in step.]

Nice of you to show your face.

[ she'll never forget you hiding from her. ]

I don't suppose you'd care to tell us where you are.

[Cough.]

On a roof.

[His voice rises in pitch slightly, a sort of sing-song "I'm innocent" sound.]

Mister Parker.

[ don't make her say that a fourth time. ]

Where.

... On the corner of Centerfield Lane and Bufford Street.

But I'm fine. I'm solid. I could go all night!

... But m'not gonna, m'gonna go home and sleep. Obviously.

[You're clearly just imagining all this rabble-rousing.]

You're going to stay put.

[ she announces, she lets him know. ]

I'm on my way.

... Y-you don't have to do that, I can find my way back home. S'fine.

[Trying so hard to be casual, but he's low-key sweating. THIS WAS A MISTAKE.]

[ there's a sound of a click of heels, she's walking. ]

I'm in the area anyway, surely you won't mind walking me home.

[ it's an innocent, sweet request. Be very worried. ]

[This... this is a trap... This is bad...

But even drunk, he knows he's dug his own grave when it comes to Peggy Carter.

He is not remotely capable of sassing back or cutting the feed and bolting.]

Yes ma'am, I can walk you, ma'am.

[Wow he almost sounds sober via panic there, for even just a moment.]

[ It is a bit of a funny thing, isn't it? That she's moved from marge where's my coffee? to being able to get these people to do what she wants. Peggy was looking forward to getting a bite to eat before all of this mess. When she shows up on the roof, it's in a dress and heels, she places down her purse and makes a face. ]

Good God, man, the smell.

[It seems the bouncy, eager aura from earlier in the feed has vanished quite a bit in her presence. It's both a blessing and a curse for Peggy, seems like; her strong and no-nonsense sort of aura certainly got her the coordinates to the kid, but now that she's here the drunk wallflower stares at his feet and fidgets with his sleeves, shame creeping across his face. Closed-off and mortified and embarrassed, and —

And he clears his throat, resisting the urge to sniff himself.]

You didn't have to — I coulda' came down there instead?

And miss the lovely view of Centerfield Lane on Bufford? Wouldn't dream of it.

[ honestly, the things she does for this child. She passes him a small thermos. ]

To your health. Go on.

[ she leans back, obviously waiting to see him drink what would turn out to be egg yolks mixed with milk, honey and sugar. terribly sweet. ]

[He takes the thermos with plenty of confusion, brow pinched before he finally looks up at her fully.]

Uhmm... S'not whiskey or something that's gonna make me spit it everywhere, issit?

'Cus I already did that once.

[But he drinks it before he even gets an answer, because nothing about drunkenness curbs impulsive behaviors. It's — well, it's not making him spit it everywhere, but it's definitely not something he'd enjoy drinking. His nose definitely can't wrinkle anymore than it's wrinkling right now.

"What is this," the face translates.]

No, but it'll help you sober up.

[ she grins just a bit. ]

You should have met Anna Jarvis, she'd force this down your throat if you were drunk or if you had a cold. kogel mogel, it's very well-known in Eastern Europe. Go on, drink it, it'll help.

[ you knew there would be a punishment, Parker. ]

[Oh, well, in that case — he drinks it a little more easily.]

Ana Jarvis? S'that were Mr. Stark got JARVIS from?

[He's familiar with Iron Man, but not so familiar with Tony Stark's personal life before he donned the iron suit. It's kind of easy to get invested, especially when he has little to no cap on his filter right now.]

He got it from Edwin Jarvis, I imagine. The man is one of the only true friends Howard ever had. I trust he was still working for him when Tony was born.

[ Still an odd thing to think about, Howard Stark being a father. ]

I knew he had a knack for sentimentality.

[ Her nephew, that is. ]

[Ah. He looks down at the thermos, feeling his own little wave of sentimentality — Mr. Stark must've loved this Jarvis a lot, if he'd name one of his biggest inventions after him. And Peter is definitely someone who can appreciate family, whether they're related by blood or name or whatever, because family can be so hard to come by.

It makes him think of May. May, who is either gone in the snap... or who is gonna be waiting for someone to come home that never will. It steals his breath for a moment.]

... It's good to be sentimental. People were made to be like that.

[Wow, that sounds pretty evenly spoken for a sloshed kid.]

Alcohol's making you poetic?

[ it's skeptic and it's humorous but she's rather deal with this than with any level of sentimentality. She can't allow herself any of this nonsense. ]

Come on, I hope you can walk straight.

[He snorts rather ungracefully. Poetic, sure.]

I can walk straight, yeah! If I fall down you can jus' leave me facedown.

[Was that a joke? He puffs his chest out a little.]

Drunker-Man'll keep you safe, ma'am. One time i'sclusive.

I have one stop to make on the way but you seem like you could use the walk.

[ and the evening is nice and chilly, isn't it? There's a moment of comfortable silence - honestly, she's not sure how to go about this at all. How did she get herself into this mess? ]

One usually drinks in company, Mr. Parker. May I ask what prompted this one-man-binge?

[He shrugs, tucking his hands in his pockets and swaying back and forth on his feet.]

... These nice girls offered me free drinks for walkin' em to the bar.

That's all.

[It's really not.

There's a lot more to unpack there, but he's worried that if he even gives an inch, he'll just go right off that cliff and say too much.]

That would have been incredibly stupid and I'd rather think you're selling me a story rather than thinking you're one to follow a pretty face.

[ it could get one in more trouble than one could imagine, just look at Howard Stark. ]

And so you're feeling much better? about whatever it is that's bothering you?

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