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riverview2018-10-24 08:30 pm
madeupnames) wrote in riverview2018-10-24 08:30 pm
Video; UN: p.parker
[The feed opens with Peter on his bed.
Not hungover, thank you.
But he looks a little rumpled, in that healthy way, a way that says he's actually gonna sleep early today.]
Ummm. So... This is weird. I, okay — here it goes.
Number one... Hey, hi, I'm — I'm 16-year-old Peter Parker. Not the puny one in the Iron Man mask anymore. But thanks a lot if you helped me out, back there; it means a lot. I was a little bit of a handful and all, but you guys were awesome babysitters? That's kind of embarrassing, but you know, that's just how a Parker rolls.
[Peter breathes out a sigh after a moment's hesitation, leaning back from the feed and tapping a pen on a notebook on his knee that is probably too full of science mumbo-jumbo and math notes — among other things. Liiiike bullet points on what to say for this message. He feels like he's got butterflies in his stomach, honestly. Which is stupid. But he's never been great at having an audience; you wouldn't catch him in drama with all those actor-types.
Okay, Pete. Just go down your list, you got this.]
Mr. Stark — Tony Stark, that is... and Sam Wilson, they've gone home. Captain America, too. A lot of people have: people from my world, some from worlds like it — and friends I got to make from wildly different places have left, too. And I just... wanna say, this place has been so good to me, you know? Sure, some really messed up stuff happened here and there, but. But it's been a place where I could think. And make new friends. And be way more open than I was back home.
I just know what I have to do now. It's been eating at me for a while, so... Decisions made. And all that.
I'm gonna take the next portal they can give me, and I'll be going home as soon as I get the word. [Some people know what that means. A lot of people don't, and he doesn't plan to tell them the grim reality behind it] There's a ton I have to do back home, responsibilities I gotta tend to and things I gotta be a part of, for better or worse. And it's not right for me to put it off. Like... how you avoid studying for the SATs until the night before? Yeah, it's super irresponsible.
... I don't know when it'll be exactly. I guess nobody does. Or else we wouldn't get pulled here or pushed away.
But yeah.
[He swallows.]
Anyway. I'd like to do as much as I can on my dumb to-do list thing, for this really weird and long vacation I've been on. I wanna hang out with all my friends who're still here and really just... have a lot of fun? Until I go back to my usual life. I hate goodbyes, so I'm not gonna think about saying them right now, but I just wanted everyone to know you've been so awesome, and I've learned so much, and I've had a blast.
... Mostly. Not including being hungover.
[He smiles a little more, warm and confident in his words.]
And, um, for certain people, I've got something else to tell them?
But I'll let you know in a more private feed.
Not hungover, thank you.
But he looks a little rumpled, in that healthy way, a way that says he's actually gonna sleep early today.]
Ummm. So... This is weird. I, okay — here it goes.
Number one... Hey, hi, I'm — I'm 16-year-old Peter Parker. Not the puny one in the Iron Man mask anymore. But thanks a lot if you helped me out, back there; it means a lot. I was a little bit of a handful and all, but you guys were awesome babysitters? That's kind of embarrassing, but you know, that's just how a Parker rolls.
[Peter breathes out a sigh after a moment's hesitation, leaning back from the feed and tapping a pen on a notebook on his knee that is probably too full of science mumbo-jumbo and math notes — among other things. Liiiike bullet points on what to say for this message. He feels like he's got butterflies in his stomach, honestly. Which is stupid. But he's never been great at having an audience; you wouldn't catch him in drama with all those actor-types.
Okay, Pete. Just go down your list, you got this.]
Mr. Stark — Tony Stark, that is... and Sam Wilson, they've gone home. Captain America, too. A lot of people have: people from my world, some from worlds like it — and friends I got to make from wildly different places have left, too. And I just... wanna say, this place has been so good to me, you know? Sure, some really messed up stuff happened here and there, but. But it's been a place where I could think. And make new friends. And be way more open than I was back home.
I just know what I have to do now. It's been eating at me for a while, so... Decisions made. And all that.
I'm gonna take the next portal they can give me, and I'll be going home as soon as I get the word. [Some people know what that means. A lot of people don't, and he doesn't plan to tell them the grim reality behind it] There's a ton I have to do back home, responsibilities I gotta tend to and things I gotta be a part of, for better or worse. And it's not right for me to put it off. Like... how you avoid studying for the SATs until the night before? Yeah, it's super irresponsible.
... I don't know when it'll be exactly. I guess nobody does. Or else we wouldn't get pulled here or pushed away.
But yeah.
[He swallows.]
Anyway. I'd like to do as much as I can on my dumb to-do list thing, for this really weird and long vacation I've been on. I wanna hang out with all my friends who're still here and really just... have a lot of fun? Until I go back to my usual life. I hate goodbyes, so I'm not gonna think about saying them right now, but I just wanted everyone to know you've been so awesome, and I've learned so much, and I've had a blast.
... Mostly. Not including being hungover.
[He smiles a little more, warm and confident in his words.]
And, um, for certain people, I've got something else to tell them?
But I'll let you know in a more private feed.
private
...but she can't say any of that, and her throat is refusing to cooperate, so all she can manage is a very pathetic:]
Be careful, Peter.
private
[He grins toothily at her, a sort of 'what can ya do?' shrug to his shoulders. It's easier this way, to be the optimistic kid who is making light of a terrible future — he's so tired of it, already, being sad, being hopeless, being afraid of what's coming. He's tired of it, and he just wants to be him again.
He hopes this will help make him just that.
Peter Parker. Spider-Man. Not the kid who is hiding under a pillow in his apartment, wishing everything would just fix itself. Mourning over friends and himself and the strangers on the street he hasn't even got a chance to save yet. No, this has to be — something better, even if it hurts like hell.]
You're gonna come hang out at the diner with me later though, right?
There's this place downtown that is so awesome, but they're always empty! It makes no sense.