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quipsandthwips) wrote2018-10-07 12:32 am
quipsandthwips) wrote2018-10-07 12:32 am
[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.
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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Whaaat? Nooo, no. I'm not gonna kill it.
Here, I'll get a cup. You got a cup?
[As he goes to look for a cup and paper towel, the spider stares Sanji down.
And then crawls a few steps his direction, just so he can stare a bit closer up.
From somewhere to Sanji's left:]
Are you... scared of spiders?
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Peter can form his own conclusions at this point.
But hey, if he needs another hint, Sanji taking a massive step back that almost puts him on top of the cabinet should do the speaking for him.]
Fine, whatever! Get it out of here or I'm quitting!
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You're not gonna quit!
It's not even that big-
Oh, crap, missed it — c'mere, you...!
Ha! got it!
You're no match for Peter Parker, college graduate and ex-pizza delivery boy!
[....
The FEAST crowd goes back to their reading and conversations, at that.
Suffice to say, this ends with Peter walking daintily out the back door of the building, with a tiny spider in a cup that is covered with a paper towel. And you can bet the whole time, he's just like,] You're killing me here, Sandy. This is ridiculous.
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[It's just a string of profanities from this man, and they don't end until Peter successfully catches the little bastard, then takes it out of the kitchen. Don't expect him to simmer down, either. By the time Peter returns, Sanji points to every single corner of the kitchen like it might be hiding a bomb.]
Oi! Check 'em! I'm not staying in here otherwise!
[Tiptoeing daintily and with his ladle gripped like a weapon, he looks like he means it?? Maybe?? It's hard to tell when he's so grumpy anyways.
... He might be hiding behind Peter, at some point. Listen, don't call him out on this, let him live his best life, spider-free]
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I mean, I should barter with you first... get you to apologize for throwing a bowl at me...
[But Peter... decides to humor the poor guy, and makes no effort to barter his services. Sure, he's got all kinds of places to be, things to solve, civilians to go check in on... but if you help one person, you help 'em all, as Aunt May used to say. So he checks every nook and cranky, and eventually nearly runs into Sanji, the guy is so glued to his backside.
He claps his hands together by the end, whirling around to the cook as he stands exceedingly close.]
There! Not a spider in sight.
You're safe and secure as long as you stay in this room, Kitchen Lord.
[The rest of FEAST? No guarantees. And if someone overheard and leaves a rubber spider in there at some point, it's not his fault. Someone had to squawk about his phobia very loudly, mkay.]
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... Now eat or get lost.
[Says this asshole after nervously glancing around Peter's shoulder, not a thank you in sight. There's a beat where he grimaces at how close Peter ends up standing next to him, but hey, at least having the grace to not bring it up, seeing as it was... his own fault. Sorta.
Lord, he needs a cigarette.]
And that bowl was your own shitty fault for getting mouthy. Mind your damned manners. [wiping some sweat off his brow, irritable] Set an example for the kids in the cafeteria.
[... Sanji did you just. Make a self-deprecating joke.
Naaaah.]