[A neatly wrapped box is delivered containing an assortment of chocolate and gingerbread cutout cookies - enough to share between everyone in the house.
With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]
Happy holidays.
- B
P.S. I'll completely understand if you decide to use these for experiments.
[Aw, man. It's hard to be depressed on Christmas Eve when everyone's being so awesome to him. He's gonna totally devour these. And maybe consider talking to Bruce about his last name — y'know, since Bucky knows, and Lil' Pete knows. He could use a guy like Bruce to confide in, especially when it comes to experiments and technology around here.
... It didn't work out very well with Dr. Octavius.
But he can pray the same can't be said of Dr. Banner.
Excuse him while he wipes the floor with his new villainous enemy: chocolate and gingerbread.]
[ maaaaan. last time she texted peter it was about donuts. can't they go back to talking about donuts? ]
hey so i still can't figure out why i kissed you the other night which sounds insane and maybe kind of rude but i don't mean in it a rude way i mean literally i don't know what happened so i'm sorry if that sounds bad but i know if i don't just tell you that it's gonna like sit around being all weird until some crazy explanation forms in my head which might be worse and i don't want it to be weird
also i should i should have called you and said this but i'm a coward and i'm bad at this crap so here we are
[Oh, boy. This is gonna be... something. Give him a second to figure his life out; he's had text messages go to hell in a hand basket without thinking. (See: the last one he had with MJ.) But this isn't a big deal, right? It was just. It was something from Deerington. A curse or... something. Or at least most of it was. He thinks. Yeah.]
no I'm sorry, I should've tried to call you too I'm sure it was just the NYE thing, Deerington does crazy stuff to our heads, right? I don't think any of it was on you. I mean something weird happened to us we were frolicking out of a crime zone, amirite???
It sure does and that was before I met the skinny nervous version of him on the feed just now. I've got one back home that is definitely different, but definitely similar.
I'm guessing you're gonna tell me more about this new update? ☝😬
[ there's a couple of reasons why gwen hasn't sought peter out before now. she was there when they administered the cure ( might have even cried, but he wasn't awake for that, so does it really count? ), knows it worked, knows he had a rough time of it coming back from it. not that she was there for that. maybe she reached her watching-peter-parker-suffer quota for this- lifetime. her whole life. she'd be okay with never seeing something like that again. but anyway, she's kept herself busy with other stuff, helping where she can, going comatose for literally three days. you know, things like that.
all the horrific shit they've all been through over the last month is starting to sink in, so obviously sleeping is the answer to dealing with it.
but anyway, she's a little fresher when she finally ends up on his doorstep, shaking rocks in a bottle because maybe she's not feeling her usual b&e entrance. she didn't even text or call first this time. she's just feeling impatient, and antsy. he doesn't get a say in when this overdue hang time is happening, okay. if he answers the door, then that's when it'll happen. no ifs, ands, or buts. damnit.
there's a little rush of relief in her gut when he does open the door, and he looks- way, way, ridiculously better. back to normal, right. still a little thin, maybe, but no more scars, no more um, zombie-like pallor over lizard-like rough patches of skin that will forever be burned ( reburned? ) into her brain for years to come. he looks like peter parker again. and that? is awesome. her expression even goes soft for a moment, so relieved, like all she wants to do is pull him in for a crushing hug that lasts a lifetime.
but instead she's reeling back to punch him pretty damn hard right in the face, so. like. that might be sending a mixed signal, sure. she'll take responsibility for that. ]
[Oh, well, you know. This is just what he deserves for being Peter Parker.
He goes dramatically toppling backward, because it's just easier to let the kinetic energy take you away to another world for a sec — and then he lands right on his butt with an oof before a hand flies up to his throbbing nose. Totally not broken or anything, but throbbing in complaint. Did I just get sucker-punched in the nose?
Yup, he just got sucker-punched in the nose.]
Hey! What the — ?!
C'mon, don't take advantage of the spider-sense loopholes. What'd I even do?!
[Okay, okay, he knows this is probably relating to almost dying.
hey Pete. can I call you Pete? or is it Peter? do you prefer Peter? I don't actually know what you prefer... I'll just stick to Peter.
I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay. you looked pretty sick when I saw you. you didn't see me. I mean not like in a weird stalkery way or anything. you were asleep.
uhhh yeah I just wanted to make sure you were okay and maybe check if you needed anything?
As we discussed, I have spent some time looking into this Mother Superior. Although I found some interesting information at the power plant, it was the deer who were the most fruitful. They led me to the foot of Mt. Rheum, though they seemed incredibly reluctant to travel there themselves or to allow me to travel that way.
Is there much you can tell me about the mountain?
Kind regards, M. Briest
[It's formatted like an email because she's just... used to text communications being formatted that way. She's an old lady at heart.]
[Mid-May Peter's dealing with worrying over a friend and absolutely swapping his powers for some... interesting ones, so this is a welcomed breath of fresh air, honestly. Mr. Spider-Man replies promptly:]
This is great news, thank you so much. Mt. Rheum is actually somewhere I'm planning on revisiting soon -- there were skeletal remains in the mines FEAR was interested in getting a hold of, just in case there were any clues to what happened there in them. Considering the amount of pain and suffering there, I'm not surprised Mt. Rheum's a possible lead. Feels like my own investigation there was too -- incomplete.
I'll try to get back in myself, see if the deer will stop me.
I don't know a whole lot about the mountain, but I'll do my best -- someone from earlier than myself stated there were strange lights in the mountains, and the feeling someone was watching them. They also said there was a lab at some point in the mountain, too, but not much to gather from it -- you try to get into the place, you get this awful scream that makes you bleed out of your ears.
I'll need to investigate THAT further, if you're willing to be patient with me. I can get more info and fill you in. I've never seen it myself, but I'm dyin to see what they've got going on there.
The Doctor's gone. She left her shop, but I don't know a thing about all the junk in there. Lots of electronic odds and ends. I thought you should have a look around before I lock it all up, see if there's anything you could use.
[And that's just news on a shit sundae, for Peter Parker. Not that the loss of the Doctors impacts him the same way it would Clara — but god, it seems like everything's getting messier and messier this month.]
I'm so sorry, Clara. I know what it's like, to lose your people. She's got a good place in time to go back to, right?
And I'll totally be over to look. I just need to drop some things off to a friend who's
[Usually he'd be jokingly asking what grafitti she's done to the school, or what recreational drug she's been caught with, but — considering the state of the town right now, the message completely sets him on edge.]
[ Wade is awake and looking well... kinda groggy and pale when he swings the door open before Peter can even knock. Though he looks a million times better than he did when his cancer was killing him.
... had he been waiting for Peter to stop by with coffee? ] You're off today. [ He says it like an accusation, Peter had no reason to stop by today before work with coffee. And yet...
But Wade seems to be vibrating with excitement as he gently tugs Peter inside and closes the door before... lifting his shirt a few inches and pointing to a patch of skin above his waistband not mottled with scars. ]
It's working! And look! [ Don't mind that finger redirecting and pointing to his eyebrows where little hairs are starting to grow back... it looks kinda like stubble to be honest. ] This is the best hair growth treatment!
[ Goodmorning Peter, is this what you expected to deal with. ]
And I was thinking, which is a shocker to everyone reading! [ He's suddenly heading to the kitchen. ] You've been spending a lot of time over here [ He stops by the kitchen table, pausing to look at Peter. ] Relax, I'm not asking you to move in with me, you can breathe. [ His train of thought seems to stutter. ] Unless you want me to ask you that? Do you want me to ask you that because that's always on the table. I just figured you'd say no, which is cool, enjoy your freedom -- anyway! What I was trying to say was... [ Suddenly, he's snatching something off the table and holding it out to Peter... it's a toothbrush. ] In case you wanted to keep hanging out or ever wanted to spend the night, I'll keep it in the bathroom for you.
[ Oh no... he's looking hella nervous. Say something before he starts rambling again. ]
[Peter can't help but get excited on Wade's behalf, too, even if he's metaphorically ran over by the energy Wade's adopted at the present; a grin splits his face, and he gives him a little punch at the bicep, all fondness and relief rolled into one. Because thank god. Thank god it's working — that something's going right, after all the horrible crap that's dogpiled everyone in this place lately. He feels his soul re-enter his body for once instead of him struggling to drag the incorporeal bastard back in week after week.]
... Wade, that's awesome—
[But you know, his stupid grin turns to one of confusion when the toothbrush ends up. And his own eyebrows raise a little. And he's about to tell Wade that it's fine, it's all good, he has a little hygiene bag hidden here with a toothbrush and deodorant and all the usuals, things he absolutely had hidden in backpacks through his youth and time as Spider-Man—
But then he freezes, because... is it weird, to already have a toothbrush here?
Is that kinda sound weird?
Maybe his own train of thought stutters alongside Wade's, in the moment.]
... Oh, uh. Yeah, man — a toothbrush is fine! Considering how often I have to make sure you're not keeling over, you know... [He's quick to repair any awkwardness, plucking the toothbrush out of Wade's hand and putting it on his ear like one would a pencil.] Maybe I shouldn't be supplying you with coffee this morning, Mr. Energizer. Sit down before you undo all the work the doc started.
Hey Spider-man, I thought you might want to know - Sodder's first name starts with a J.
That's all she could remember, but I think if we can figure out her first name and maybe start calling her by that instead of Sodder, it might help her remember more? Or get more of herself back?
Or maybe just feel more like we're friends instead of people she has to take care of.
[ He's getting some Tupperware filled with the pancakes he never fucking ate, a turkey sandwich, and a bowl of chili because those are what the lunchbox gave her, and a note! Aww. ]
You still need to eat something, nerd. Good luck figuring your shit out.
[The video is thirty seconds of the blow-up Spider-Man doll floating listlessly down Main Street, about two stories up in the air, set to the lively tones of High School Musical's "Breaking Free".]
[A picture message, containing one (1) image of Wade Wilson dressed in a zebra print skirt, a Hawaiian shirt tied up into a crop top, and tacky 1990s snow gloves.]
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