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[PSL] The Vinsmokes vs. Spider-Man

[Peter Parker is doing fine.

Let him re-phase that: he's adapted and adjusted accordingly. Look, it hasn't been easy. Deciding to remain friends with MJ and still finding himself without an actual job or home to speak of doesn't beat losing both his mentor and his last surviving family member. There are empty spaces in his life that he tries not to linger on too long — but god, he misses May's smile, her voice, her kindnesses. It had taken so long to accept Ben's death... and now it's, just... it's hard. It's easier to just be Spider-Man for a while.

Crime doesn't sleep, after all. So yeah, homeless. That's no biggie. He's been there before. He mainly just works at FEAST with the homeless (he relates, and the new head honcho Miriam knew Peter was on the streets somehow, so he makes his keep there by volunteering. He, um. He gets to sleep in May's old office. It's... nice. There are still pictures and stuff hanging up that nobody had dared move.

So he's only sort of homeless now.

Anyway. Not important. What is important is keeping tabs on the villain activity around here. With most of the villains locked up aboard the Raft (not gonna even think about Dr. Octavius right now, because it still hurts too much), it's mainly these little obnoxious crime families and gangs; Kingpin had been the leader of all the gang activity before his arrest. And now it's this crime family. The Vinsmokes. Hard to get them arrested, and they've got so many secret strings being pulled all over. It makes for a real pain in the ass to deal with. He hasn't gotten a chance to catch the head honcho with anything criminal yet, but boy oh boy has he busted soooo many drug deals, weapons manufacturing, stolen goods deals — and so on.

Most of the grunts are easy-peasy. The literal family are all a bunch of super-powered heathens like him. Cool. He's gotten, like, three of them locked up on the Raft... only to have them somehow bought out, or released for shoddy police work, or something or another. Now there's just one locked up, but it's only a matter of time before Daddy Vinsmoke does his magic.

Ugh. He hates it.

2:30 a.m., and he's down by the docks and sticking against a nearby wall as fake money exchanges hands.]

Hey, do those work on any vending machine?

I'm dying for a bag of Doritos right about now.

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... Bet I can carry in more boxes than you.

[Oooof course it's "all of them", Sanji should have known better than for the universe to cooperate when he's in pain. Only barely does he hold back a put upon sigh. Common sense and all; you don't start complaining on your first day of work.

So he's already bending down to pick up another box for the sake of efficiency when Peter drops that quip with that look, and quick as a bullet:]

Ha! Dumbass.

[Voice dripping with unparalleled disapproval]

You expect to beat anyone after getting your shitty ass kicked with a bat?

[-- Ah. Fuck.

It slipped out. The brow twitch. The attitude. The inability to deal with stupidity. Sanji looks momentarily surprised at his choice of words, maybe even hiding a wince behind the cover of his hair.

.... Aaaand then, whatever grievances he might be having are burned to ash when the man tucks his chin down in lazy superiority.]

Besides, I'd win anyway.

[He raises his eyebrows slowly at that little outburst —

But he doesn't seem particularly concerned or scared by it.

He just smirks. Smirks!]

... Would not.

[:)]

[And within the span of literal seconds

Peter has gone from "okay" to "fuckin trash I'm not talking to again"]

Kid, are you shitting me right now?

[K I D

K I D]

Did you just call me kid?

Do you have the Benjamin Button disease? You can't be a day over 25!

[And yes, despite Sanji's sour grapes response, the 'kid' seems more than happy to be pleasant as he hoists up one of the boxes and starts walking, even as his side throbs with every step. You're not gonna go losing, are you?]

How old I am doesn't matter if I'm clearly older than you.

[Bless his soul for trying to keep this civil, except the bleed through is already apparent: Sanji's annoyed, and it's only the threat of getting kicked out the day he signed up for this shit that has him hauling three boxes now, stacked on top of each other, so high he has to rely on memory and the annoying sound of Peter's voice to guide him back.]

[Oh my god, you're gonna drop those, man.]

Watch the stoop steps, man.

And that definitely doesn't answer my question! Is a dude in his 20's even allowed to be self-conscious about his age? [Also, he's gonna walk a little faster. Just to see how devoted Sanji is to being annoyed and unwilling to be 2nd place in box carrying. God, would he be a nightmare at playing Monopoly? Peter's thinking yes.] Are you in your 30's? 40's? Because then I'd say you look great for someone in their 40's.

[Careful, Sanji — Miriam and Gloria are wandering these halls.

Wouldn't wanna get yourself into trouble on day one.]

["how devoted Sanji is to being annoyed"

Peter.

This is why you end up suffering 3rd degree burns]

Why are you making shit complicated? Did you really miss the basic idea behind why I called you a kid in the first place? Because I'm not gonna explain it if you did.

[That also is not answering the question. What a surprise. Also of course he keeps up, practically keeping in step with Peter, in fact. The guy's upper body strength is near comical for some supposed nobody off the streets looking to work at a shelter.]

[He looks back with a little frown.]

Alessandro, man... you really have to work on the language. Miriam will seriously string you up by your sweater laces; are you sure you want her on your bad side? [He smiles a little, looking pleasant; once they're back inside and in the kitchen area, the poor new guy has no room to curse or be crabby, because the girls are watching him with interest. A pause, and a whistle as he puts a box down over in the storage area, just around the corner and down the hall.]

... Man, you've got some crazy arm muscle there; where do you work outside of this place, anyway? Or is there some kind of super-gym I can go to, to get that going for me?

[He's not about to even remotely look buff or strong; secret identities are very important, and he's 110% better at them than Sanji, he'd bet his last 20 bucks.]

I'm only cussing so much because I don't like you, asshole.

[Yikes. That's -- brutal. Honest, but perhaps uncalled for after ten minutes of interaction.]

Don't worry, I'll look after myself.

[And you'd think being checked out by the fairer sex would at least put a smile on this guy's face but no, he either hasn't noticed or is trying his damnedest not to notice. Somewhere on the other side of the grandline, a pirate is wailing in anguish over this injustice.

Anyway, he puts down the boxes as well, following Peter's lead still. Apparently his dislike is not enough to keep him from taking advantage of the other's tutelage, though given the bomb he dropped, Sanji doesn't look like he expects Peter to play nice for much longer.]

Tch. They were three boxes, not ten -- s'not that hard. Anyone whose helped unload a moving van knows what this feels like.

[A shrug]

Anyway, go sit down or something, I got the rest covered. You're just worrying that Marcos guy straining your injuries.

[... This is almost kinda funny. It's like watching a true blue villain desperately trying to be nice while simultaneously having no clue how to turn off his asshole switch; in a totally scientific way, Peter's definitely intrigued. Peter just smiles, uneffected, because people cuss at him at least once or twice a day here. At least.]

You don't have to look after yourself here. That's the beauty of it — we all look out for each other, even when things are bleak. [He wipes his forehead, feeling the aching twinge in his cracked ribs.] And that means I'm not leaving you to do all the work, sorry.

... Besides, I can't afford to slack off.

This place means too much to me.

[So he starts back out toward the van without letting that linger too long, a chipper hop in his step, stopping momentarily to check on a pair playing Connect Four in the middle of the living space. Sanji'll notice he's actually pretty active — collects a number of boxes. And hey, is he collecting almost as many? Maybe that's just what it feels like. He's definitely not beating Sanji at box-carrying, but he doesn't seem to be in a rush to. Little conversations flower here and there as they cart these boxes, natural and friendly.

"When are you gonna get a place of your own, Pete?"
"I'm saving up, promise."

"Are we out of coats?"
"Nope, just got a fresh shipment in! Uhhh... Wash them first, for sure."

"Have you seen Jodie's other shoe?"
"I'll go check the roof."
"Pardon???"
"She has a habit of throwing them there. Don't ask."

Is he gonna go check the roof of this tall-ass building?

Absolutely.

But not without pressing a hand to his side when he feels he's in the safety of his own solitude, in the storage closet.]

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[Lord, he could have done without the peptalk, and only through sheer willpower does Sanji not roll his eyes. Yes yes, he's heard it before, the power of friendship and community and whatever else bullshit the downtrodden cling to because their lives are terrible.

He's not here to make friends, cliché as the stupid saying as become. Just keep out of the way without causing trouble. So Sanji ignores all but Peter's parting statement, that this place is important to him.

... Hn. Well, that's fine, then. If the guy wants to bust his ass for a place he's attached to, Sanji has heard of weaker arguments. There's a shrug, a silent promise that he won't push the issue, before he goes to follow after.

At no point does Sanji interact with anyone else unless spoken to. He just listens, collecting the conversations to place like samples in a lab, until he has a more complete picture of the type of person Peter is:

A nosy do-gooder.

Type of person Sanji can't stand, either, so that makes things easy. After they've put a dent into the number of boxes they've gotta haul through the shelter, Sanji decides it's a good enough time to head back to the kitchen, finish his paperwork, and hand it over to Gloria. The thought of simply leaving without a word crosses his mind, but eventually he settles on sticking his head into the storage closet and calling out.]

Oi, I'm heading back to the kitchen.

[Just a mild prickle of spider-sense...!

What could he say, man, Sanji still triggers it. He drops the hem of his shirt and spins around — nothing to see here, folks! — before offering Sanji a smile. The guy is abrasive and absolutely a stealth operative here, quiet and observant and... concerning, in some regards.]

Oh, sure thing. I'm usually banned from the kitchen because I'm practically bad luck in there, so — do your thing. [He gives a flash of thumbs up, before stepping out to follow (and just when you thought you were safe).] I'll walk with you! Heading that way, anyway; Mr. Hodges is bad-off [he taps his temple] today, so. Better give him a hand.

But I'll be front row to taste-test your food. Cross my heart.

[A pause.]

Can I ask you a question?

[He's gonna, anyway.]

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[... Weird.

Not weird enough to seem suspicious, or Sanji doesn't give Peter anything besides an arched brow as he pulls back, allowing the other guy to exit the storage room. He's already halfway to tuning Peter out when he hears the thing he currently hates most in this world.

A question]

No.

[S t a r i n g at him like he expects the question anyway, he just wants to see what Peter does after being shut down.]

[The look Peter has when the guy turns to him is... not quite as chipper as it usually is. Not angry, either, but — more serious, more earnest, and perhaps a little exasperated. It's the kind of look you get from a man who genuinely wants an answer, a filling one that eases whatever skepticism he has.]

... Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, Alessandro. You're obviously not a people person, and you're not leaping to make friends; when you're not quiet and hiding out on the sidelines, you're abrasive, and I'm pretty sure maybe allergic to positive reinforcement.

So I have to ask — why'd you decide to volunteer here?

["And why is that any of your business?"

... Is what he nearly asks. Perhaps if Peter hadn't admitted how special this place is to him, Sanji would've let him have it with both barrels. No, he's not here to make friends, and he'd argue the only person he's been an asshole to is Peter, who seems determined to not give him any space.

Maybe leave him the fuck alone before making judgement calls, eh?

...]

I like to cook.

[That's it. That's all he offers. A neutral statement he knows won't help Peter come to any conclusions besides maybe mark Sanji as an asshole, but that's fine. Peter's goodwill isn't something he's eager for. Another beat where he stares the other down before turning away, as if finished with the conversation]

What, afraid I'll be a problem here? If you're worried, get me fired before I start. Pretty sure if you blew the whistle on me for not liking you, Gloria would kick my ass out. I won't even take it personally. [Walking along at a casual pace]

But if you don't, let's get something straight. I'm here to be professional, not dick around because you think you're hot shit. Stay out of my way and you'll get to see me be perfectly reasonable towards everyone else.

[Sanji almost seems like he's gonna get away from this after that, Peter's silenced hesitation palpable.

But then:]

— You're right.

[The man blows out a breath, shoulders relaxing.]

... Not too long ago, we had someone working here who seemed to have good intentions. He was a friend, and I cared about him... but then we saw another side of him, and before I could do anything to protect this place, he — hurt a lot of the community here. Detached himself from all the good that he had in him and helped fill this place with hospital beds and sick people.

[Devil's Breath. An epidemic in New York City, one that left FEAST full when hospitals couldn't take anymore people in. An outbreak that took lives that Spider-Man couldn't bring back. Including one of the most precious people in that stupid hero's life.]

I guess I, um... I'm more protective now... I prod a lot, just to be sure... who to trust into this place. But I shouldn't make you feel unwelcome here. It's as open to you as it is anyone else.

[More sincerely:]

I'm sorry.

I'll stay out of your hair.

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[...

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Eh?

[Yes Peter just dropped a load of sentimentality on him but that pales in comparison to that last part. Was that an apology? Is that was those sound like?

Sanji wouldn't know. The last one he heard was ten years ago.]

Tch, whatever.

[Doubly annoyed now, except it ... doesn't wear on his expression like it once did. More the face of a man who is uncomfortable, suddenly, and with only one coping mechanism to his name. Noticeably, his pace picks up.]

We don't know each other, so I'd kick your ass if you trusted me or some dumb shit like that. I'm a bum off the streets, probably would've come at you for pocket change at some point.

[Glowering, hands in pockets, wishing he had a cigarette right now]

So stuff your apology. You didn't do anything wrong.

[...]

Besides be annoying.

[So fuck you, he guesses, annoying do-gooder]

[Heh. He turns on his heel, to go the other way.]

Alright, you got it.

... Sorry for apologizing.

[You can practically hear the wink in that bastard's words. But he's gone, and — he does as he says. He leaves Sanji... or, uh, Alessandro alone. Let's him do his own thing. But he does make sure to try the food when mealtime rolls around, and... It's actually...

Really good.

What a plot twist and a half.]

[A week goes by, and Sanji ends up pretty much handling the kitchen on his own. It still kind of wigs Peter out, the thought of a mob boss' son having full control over the food people get here (so many scenarios go through his head, so damn many). But he keeps the faith, that this isn't some... trick, some way to hurt people. Sanji seems focused on the job. Really, really focused. It's like a spark of something new and foreign comes over him.

He also fights him again, at one point. As Spider-Man. Nothing too bad, he gets away with scrapes and burns he can hide pretty easily. It's actually an entirely different situation in which he finds himself in an unfortunate position. And so, at midnight, he climbs onto the second story through a window, panting in pain and struggling to keep himself quiet; there's a red spot on the left-hand side of his stomach where a bullet definitely grazed him. Sometimes that just happens, you know? Sometimes you fight a gnarly villain with a lot of tricks up their sleeve, and you get yourself shot in the side. It's not — life threatening, just a graze more than anything. He's more worried about the swollen cheekbone and split lip, honestly; it's harder to hide.

He has to be really careful not to wake any of the sleeping people downstairs, though. There are still people awake, even, and he covertly gropes along the darkened walls of the upstairs, towards May's office. He starts to draw all the blinds there the moment he staggers in (knocking over a lamp, oops).

No blood trail. Good, goodgoodgood.

But he's definitely bloody.

He shucks off his Spider-Man suit and stuffs it away from sight, flopping backward in his underwear and clumsily slapping around for some pants — and, uh, first aid. Need first aid. He's not in danger of passing out or anything. It's really just chump change in terms of injuries, when it comes to being Spider-Man; it'll be healed in a few days, tops.

Lucky that he got through this without any attention, amirite?]

[Sanji's not a man who makes many promises -- it's why he keeps to the ones he does have. Peter leaving him be as per their agreement gives the man ample chances to prove his worth, both in the kitchen and as the newest hire of FEAST. He doesn't speak much to anyone, barely tries his hand at being friendly, and has been told off twice for how much he cusses...

But damn, his food.

His food.

One day in and Gloria just hands him the reins, no questions asked. By Friday, the joke is that FEAST is living up to its name. Just look at the lot of them, eating better than the big wigs, practically kings and queens with the way Alessandro feeds them. And when a little girl with pigtails murders his name with unintended prejudice, trying to thank him for making her favorite kind of chocolate cake, someone pipes up that they should just call him "Sandy" already; ain't none of them Italian enough to pronounce his name otherwise.

So congrats, "Sandy", guess you're not so much of an asshole that people dislike you.

And he... relaxes after that. Grins a bit more. Allows one or two of the kids to get away with teasing his eyebrow. Still a little closed off, and good luck getting a straight answer from him about anything personal, but he takes up his place as the favored kitchen staff without complaint. Whatever you want, he'll make -- just don't go tattling to Gloria because he's double dipping into supplies.

His schedule is a bit of a mystery. He shows up when Gloria needs him, first off, though outside of that set-in-stone timeline, Sanji appears at odd hours, only to leave just as quickly. Makes him even harder to pin down.

... Midnight isn't out of the realm of possibility, though.

Hope Peter doesn't jump out of his skin when he turns and finds Sanji ... there. Leaning against the doorway frame, with his brows shot up into his messy hair, looking vaguely perplexed by what he's seeing. He twirls a spatula through his fingers]

Shithead, I thought you were a burglar.

Edited 2019-01-07 23:41 (UTC)

[Peter totally regrets putting a modicum of trust in Sanji, in this very moment, because it means he's... much easier to sneak up on. He curses internally, flopping backward into the desk chair and looking like a crazy person in the dark, with his murky features. But it was the first thing that came to mind, the fastest he could try to mask the bloody gash under his hand.]

San—

Sandy, uh. What're you... doing here? It's midnight.

Should I put a request in for a new watch for you, man?

[Sounding a little breathless there, bud.

(Boy this almost sounds like Sanji caught him jerking it, that's embarrassing, huh.)

... But then there's the scent of blood, hovering bleakly in the air.

So not such a great cover.]

Cooking.

[Why the fuck else would he have a spatula in his hand? Sanji almost sounds insulted by the question.

... he should also probably backtrack quick because uh, yeah, sounds like he found Peter in a compromising situation, and heck no they're not close enough to swap jerk off stories. (Do people even do that? Shit, Sanji doesn't know, he doesn't do friendships, this is gross, someone save him)

-- Until he catches that scent of blood. That's more than familiar territory, and the reason Sanji flips the switch to the room, mouth narrowed in disapproval]

Are you kidding me? Did you get your ass beat aga--

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