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video. un: p.parker | don't drink and vlog, people
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.]
[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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[He looks entirely like he's gonna puke again, but he swallows and looks over at where the lady at the counter vanished, with genuine panic and guilt. As to be expected at this rate, but at least it's not guilt over something really intense, right? It's barfed nachos.]
I'm sssso, so, sorry, Miss Publady! I'll clean it up — I'll — I'll get a mop! D'you got a mop?
[His stomach churns again as he tries to untangle his legs from his chair, staying about as green as he started.
Not Gamora green, but you know what how it is.]
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Which is weird, considering he spent most of his life around aliens, but apparently a few things are more or less universal, like that existential dread that crosses a person's face right before they're about to hurl. ]
Calm down. I'm sure she's dealt with this a billion times before.
[ And as the kid tries to get to his feet, Peter instead hooks the kid's arm around his shoulders, helping the kid to stand. But rather than head toward the bar, Peter aims them toward the back of the establishment. ]
Bathroom. Now.
[ In that tone of voice that shows that Peter isn't taking "no" for an answer. ]
C'mon.
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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.
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He's been here before – well, obviously not here, specifically, but in this particular position. Playing designated driver to Ravagers, leaning against the frames of bathroom stalls while they puked up everything in their system and then some. He sits on his comm device, just scrolling through news feeds as he waits, and when the ugly, wet noises come to a stop, he tucks the comm away.
And there's apology five million, though Peter stopped keeping track once it hit double digits, and not for the first time, he says patiently, ]
You're fine.
[ This time, at least, he adds on, ]
How're you feelin'?
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Really stupid.
... I dunno what I'm doing... m'like the Bad Example Kid in every PSA from middle school...
[He folds his arms over his head and resists the urge to go RRRRAGH like someone who lost at a game of Flappy Bird they were insanely invested in. It's a very trying thing, resisting that. And he's pretty sure the effort would just make him sick again anyway.]
May'd be so mad at me right now.
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Everyone fucks up on their first night drinking.
[ This, offered a little sagely. ]
At least the worst that came of tonight, so far, is that you barfed up a plate of nachos.
You're fine, kid, even if it probably doesn't feel like it. You're doin' way better than I did my first time.
[ Not that he can offer this with any real authority. His first time getting drunk is... hazy, at best. Completely gone, at worst. ]
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... Is he falling asleep?
... He's falling asleep.]
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Then, he nudges the kid with his knee, just to wake him up, then loops the kid's arm around his own neck again. ]
C'mon. Don't pass out on a bathroom floor.
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M'not passed out. Resting my eyes's all.
[He is carted along, but he does take the time to start digging through his pocket.]
... I gotta' give her the three bucks on my card.
[He'll survive until next payday, he owes her three buckaroos, Big Pete.]
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[ This, said lightly, but insistently. ]
Plus, I don't think three credits is nearly enough to cover the nachos and the mess she had to clean up.
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... F'got coupons...
[He blinks tiredly, focusing on his feet. By the time they're back outside, Peter is slumping a little more fully on Quill; which is all good, he's lighter than he looks. Or is maybe as light as he looks? He's no Thor or Star Lord, shut up. When he recognizes the street, he perks a fraction.]
Jus' point me to the apartment, I can get there.
[Spoilers he can't find his way out of a paper bag right now.]
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Peter dutifully salutes.
And when they’re outside, when the kid tries to rouse himself, Peter lets out an acknowledging hum – something that says, “I heard you, but you’re being kind of stupid so I’m gonna ignore what you said.” ]
You shouldn’t be by yourself.
[ This, said lightly, as he keeps the kid upright. He’d offer him a piggyback ride, but Peter isn’t entirely certain that the kid’s stomach is settled enough that he wouldn’t barf all over the shoulder of Peter’s jacket. ]
You’re either staying at our place, or I’m staying at yours. Pick.
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My place.
[It's a quick and defensive response, as he clears his throat.]
You don't gotta stay, I'm fine, m'really okay.
Jus' gotta drink water and sleep, right?
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[ And also some other more practical reasons, like making sure the kid doesn’t hurt himself or choke on puke, but that’s such a killjoy card to play, and he doesn’t wanna bum the kid out when he’s drunk off his ass.
And in spite of the kid’s protests, Peter’s already hauling them in the direction of the nearest tram station. ]
Plus, I haven’t seen your place since you moved in. Did you finally do anything with it, or is it still just a shitty couch and mattress?
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[He wrinkles his nose at Peter, like he's offended the sanctity of his apartment. But this is at least a new topic he can drift to, in his sloshed state.]
And my apartment is awesome, okay? I even got fanart on the fridge.
[And heck, a super awesome Spider-Man figure on his shelf. But that was Billy and his magical witch powers, bless his soul. The fanart thing was a kid who was super happy about him get his ball back out of a tree. It makes him look super cool for a kickball savior, though.]
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Peter is sure your apartment is great, kiddo. Just aces.
But the important thing is getting there, obviously, and with the kid riding that line between sleepy and straight-up passed out, it’s kind of a struggle keeping him upright. He’s a little heavier than he looks, probably because of his weird mutant spider muscles or whatever, but Peter manages without too much difficulty.
With the late hour, it’s an easy enough proposition to get the kid seated to free up Peter’s hands, and he sends off a quick message to Gamora.
So here they are now: the two Peters at Casa de Parker. Big Peter sets Little Peter down on his (totally shitty) couch, not trusting him to immediately conk out the instant he’s sprawled out on his bed, and goes to retrieve the kid a glass of water.
He calls over his shoulder, ]
Don’t fall asleep yet.
If you do, I’m drawing on your face.
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He startles at the mention of drawing on his face, and seems more resolved to stay squinting awake. It helps that Quill doesn't have to walk far from the couch to get water (in Peter's awesome fish mug, you like it, it's pretty cool right).]
I can sleep on the couch, f'you want. The bed's not motel-status anymore, yunno?
Lookit my cool pizza pillow.
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But, yes, Peter is totally using the fish mug, because why the hell wouldn’t he? He notes the little kid’s fan art pinned up on the fridge with a quick, small smile. He snags one of the little fun-sized bags of candy from a nearby bowl and returns to offer the glass of water to the kid. ]
Yes, Peter, it’s a very nice pillow.
[ Patronizing-Lord. ]
Can you drink this without spilling?
1/3
2/3
[Ha, suck it.
He goes to put it on the table after drinking half of it, trusting his spider senses-]
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Aw, beans.
[Please get more water into this child.]
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Peter just enjoys his fun-sized Snickers bar as the this all unfolds.
Then, smugly, ]
Told ya.
[ He pops the rest of the candy into his mouth, scooping up the fallen fish mug – this, obviously, as an indignity. This mug was meant for better things than getting tossed around.
But he glances at the papers on the table, nose wrinkling a little. ]
I seriously hope that wasn’t important.
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... Trigonometry...
[And then is just as instantly not caring, flopping over dramatically with his butt still stuck in the quicksand cushion.]
S'fine, I'll re-write it out. Or, or hang the pages on a clothes line... Heh...
[Very funny, Pete. He seems okay with this set-up until he notices the candy Quill's got in his hand, and then it's a light-switching on of interest as he struggles to get back up.]
Oh, crap, yeah — I have candy! Candy is the best medicine, yup—
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Plus the kid is still drunk, so Peter just kind of. Nudges him back down. ]
Drink a full glass of water first. Then you can have candy.
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I drank half a glass!
[He looks toward the kitchen as he talks, considering the other, like, two cups he's got. But then he catches sight of Kickball Kid's fanart and he points it out quickly.]
Oh, there! There's the art a kid made me. Isn't it badass?
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