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video. un: p.parker | the morning of september 20th (aka an epilogue to bad choices)

[There's a muffled and pained groan, one of a boy who has made terrible mistakes and is suffering horribly for it.

... And also a clear sound of someone sliding out of a bed and thumping on the floor — blankets and all, legs barely hanging onto the lip of the mattress.]

I am so, so sorry.

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[Oh flippity fuck, his hangover has thoroughly ruined his ability to be covert.

Jinkies.]

U-uh — I was... there...

[Okay, but this guy is an alien hybrid. He's with Billy, who mentioned the Young Avengers. And Tommy, who mentioned Quicksilver and mutants. And Loki is Loki, so there's that. Also, they all hung out with Mr. Dr. Strange.]

... Are you a Young Avenger?

Hm...

[See this look? It's a very suspicious look, Peter. He would have remembered seeing him -- he was taking beatings for everyone after all.

But he lets out a sigh and gives a nod.]

Yeah. But uh--

[Hang on, he's adjusting his camera little as he starts to shift into his green form, moving it away to accommodate the additional size.]

I'm part of them as Hulkling. I promise it's not actual Hulking out though, so don't freak.

[Peter emerges more fully from his sheets, looking hungover but also completely surprised — like, round, wide-eyed staring that is probably not the most polite thing in the world, and it probably seems like one of those people who'd freak out for a second here—]

[..... Screw it, they're Avengers, Teddy's suspicious and a sort-of-hulk, and he's dead and hungover, so why not? It's unfair to Teddy otherwise. Peter wriggles out of his blankets and leaps vertically—

And sticks upside down to the ceiling, even if his stomach complains and his hair is a bed-headed mess.]

Sorry, you're just too weird, so I'm gonna freak.

[... Okay. Teddy is just going to stare for a moment because he needs to register all of this.

Peter is hungover and hanging upside down.]

Oh my god-- are you... [He makes a motion with one hand.] Were you Spider-Man?

[Because you know, that's a total Spider-Man move.]

And dude-- you might want to get down or that's going to end badly for you with that hangover.

[Are you ready for something that pretty much cements him being Spider-Man, without actual confirmation?]

You could even say I'm hungover my bed, right now.

[How lame was that shit. He almost laughs, but then looks like he's gonna die of nausea and drops like a sack of rocks back onto the bed.]

Uuuugh. M'gonna die.

[Ugh. Definitely Spider-Man.

Now he might feel a little dumb for fanboying over superheroes, but ah well... It's mostly forgotten when Peter drops back to the bed miserably. Poor hungover guy.]

Don't worry. I don't think you can die of a hangover. But you might want to. Just how much did you drink exactly?

[He sighs, dragging the edge of a blanket over his whole face.]

A lot.

It was all, uh... really sweet and fruity... I dunno. I was hoping maybe my weird metabolism worked on alcohol? Like Captain America...? That was a bad thing to test out.

Never try to drink like Captain America. This is totally the only outcome.

[Poor guy though.]

I don't think I've ever been actually... drunk until I came here. I had drinks back home, but being an alien hybrid gives you a weird tolerance for things, I guess. It was an adventure to find out what works.

... Maaaaan, you're a mini Captain America. Unfair.

[So sayeth his massive headache. He presses his palms to his eyes.

Mostly to himself, as he grumbles—]

Patrol is gonna be the worst tonight.

I don't think I'm that good.

[He arches a brow though. Patrol, really?]

Uh-- sure you should be going out tonight? Or at least alone. I'm going out anyway...

[He blinks.]

... You wanna help with patrol?

[That's not even something he remotely considered, the idea of someone hanging out and helping him with crime or whatever else happens. He does a lot that isn't even crime-related, hah. Like. Getting groceries for someone, or saving them from a burning house, or rescuing their overeager dog from the river.

Night time is pretty much all trouble, for the most part.

People just get weird and impulsive and assholish at night.]

Sure, why not? I mean-- I go out anyway. We just somehow haven't bumped into each other.

[And sometimes company is nice during it -- even when the most exciting thing that happens is saving a cat from a tree or something...]

Only if you want though. I know some people like to go solo.

Heh, no, no, that'd be — that'd be nice, actually! Especially since I feel like crap.

It's good to have another pair of better eyes.

Then, you're on. I'm always up for offering another pair of eyes.

Heh. Last time I worked with heroes back home, they were mostly just beating each other up.

It'll be nice to work with someone like this for a change. I'll see you then.

[Hopefully looking less like death warmed over.]

That's always fun... Heroes at each others' throats.

[Teddy should know that, he's seen it a time or two.]

Yeah-- I'll see you later. Try to get some rest first though. And hydrate!

[So fun, man. But if not for that, he'd never have officially met Iron Man like that... He supposes if it meant peace among the Avengers he'd definitely change it all, but still. It was a big deal, a kinda turning in his path.

And even if it ended shitty for him... it wasn't all a bad thing.

He was doomed either way, right?]

I'll see you later. And hydration. I promise.

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