I should hope so, what kind of assassin can't kick ass? it's literally the first third of the word.
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
have you worked with this loki guy since?
[Casually trying to suss out exactly how bad of news this version of the trickster is.....so casual.....]
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
oh wow so dumbassery has been a fine tradition long before my twin and I came to bungle it up. I'm going to sleep a lot better at night.
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
look though, armada told me he was going to explain some Dagger things once we get back on the ship. I don't know how much we'll actually get out of the guy but at least for now, we know that the instructors aren't totally in the dark here
[First thing that goes is his spider sense. His head is actually knocked back by the force of it, like getting clobbered by the bells of Notre Dame. It's almost a physical beating in itself and Peter doubles over with a scream, clutching his hair. Threatening to yank it all out. There's a dribble of blood curling over his lip, a silent escape from his nose.
Then the real punishment begins.
He's had this in degrees. In the aftermath of the flood, when the Hulk had gone batso and chased that demon thing back into the portal, then tried to crush the portal and everything blew up and was bathed in white light, all Peter remembers is the crushing force of cement. They'd found him underneath it, they'd said, buried and maskless. They had thought he was dead.
This time, it's like having the whole of the Empire State Building careen into his insides. The bones are left unbruised, the skin unmarred.
But he can't breath. Peter falls to the ground with a retching gasp. Someone's stuck a wrecking ball inside of him and is swinging it around, crushing everything to pulp. He's spitting up blood into the grass, twitching. Gasping. The air is poison and yet he keeps gulping it down. His spider sense won't stop blaring.
Thirty seconds is a lifetime when you've been blinded to time and reason.]
First, I'm sorry. For whatever happened before. For whatever the others have done to you in the past. I'm sorry it happened. If it was me, I can't apologize enough. I'm sorry Peter.
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
Now I want you to never say that again. As far as I'm concerned while we're here we're all a team. There is no my Spider-Man or his Spider-Man here. I'm asking you because I'm worried and I'll keep as
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
I'm going to keep asking.
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
I don't care what world you're from. Tell me if you're not okay.
[This takes....some considerable time to give an answer to. Partly because it's infuriating. Partly because it really, really hurts, and he can't even name why.
All these people who wouldn't look twice at him back home. When they come here, and the ranks are erased, and their teams folded, split, repurposed, suddenly they have a need for him? Even if most of them have exactly zero clue who or what he was?
It's such fucking bullshit.]
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
We're not here as a team. I was never on a team in the first place, and they've split us up how they like anyway. you don't get to pull rank on me here and I don't owe you anything.
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
I am fine, and I am still breathing. Your questions have been answered.
No that's not the problem here! Do you think I'm joking?
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
I'm not pulling rank I am ASKING because I care what about that is so hard to understand? Does no one here worry about each other? It's about common decency!
[Whoa. Okay, no.]
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
I know I'm not your friend. But I have a friend a lot like you. He'd be upset with me if I left someone behind.
Then what's the problem?! you asked and i gave you an answer, end of the discussion!
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
of course we worry about people here but no one else is trying to shepherd me into things because of how things worked back where they came from
[says the boy who is nursing grudges over seven million things that happened in his home...]
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
look, fine, i'm glad for the other me then. but i'm not getting left behind, and I'm not about to roll over and let this place get to me again. So just back off and let me do this my own way
[Okay, so, that went splendidly. Why is it he ends up being furious at the people he cares about most?]
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
Listen I
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
I wasn't saying you two are the same person. He'd just want me to do what I could to help other people if I can. He's a good guy. He believed in me when it mattered and I want him to be right.
It's actually kind of a weird case in that we've both been around since this crew was formed, but we haven't really worked together much at all. He seems okay?
FROM: jacobs.shinobu@cdc.org
Hey now, I'll have you know that the first generation of Kalis was pretty great. There was Joel and his tendency to get kidnapped, but I'd take it if that was the only weak spot.
FROM: jacobs.shinobu@cdc.org
I don't care who explains it, as long as someone knows what the hell is going on.
[ thankfully, Peter arrives soon after sending off the last message. He's not exactly sure himself why he sought him out for help with this sort of thing... Peter just seemed knowledgeable about a lot of things. And he'd talked about weird insect formations before, so why not?
He opens the door and draws him inside quickly, wasting no time pointing to the large golden egg quivering on top of the kitchen table. It's even got a nice little sand bath to keep it warm. ]
[ Said quickly, as if the answer is obvious. (It is.) She doesn't take up much room, perched on the edge of his bed, legs draped over the side. He looks alright, she notes, though she knows he probably doesn't feel very alright. But he's working his way there, if he's griping at her. ]
For you, obviously. You're supposed to bring flowers, but I thought a beansprout would suit you better.
[ Green's seen dire situations before - there's nothing worse than a grass pokemon that's been burned or frozen, a flying pokemon struck by lightning, or a psychic pokemon suffering from nightmares. It's painful to watch, in some ways, as friendly as the sport is supposed to get.
But there's a difference between what he used to see and what he's seeing now, with the added uncertainty of ... not knowing if Peter could really get better. Because he may have lucked out, but what if -- why did he separate from that girl, again?
(Is this what he looked like when he was going through his punishment?)
So for a moment, he's frozen on the spot as the other teen falls to the ground, body unwilling to move as his brain tries to process the scene in front of him. He understands, yes, he knows what's going on -- but it's about finding the means to react to it.
He's never felt this helpless this many times in a day.
Luckily, some part of him kicks his body into motion, and he's stumbling toward the other to reach for his shoulder. ] Parker-! [ He calls out, in vain hopes that the teen could hear the other; but when it doesn't happen, he takes the next natural step.
He's not meant for this kind of strength - but right now sending Arcanine out is a bad idea, not when he's a bit of a wreck too. A trainer's supposed to be strong for his pokemon.
So it takes some maneuvering, eyes constantly checking Peter's face for something that would give away a sudden increase in pain, but he manages to get the other on his back. It's .. not the best way to carry a potentially dying person over to the medical rover, but Green's not taking his chances with any other hold, not when he's still not sure how healthy he is yet.
Hopefully, whoever they find at medical is capable enough to save him regardless. ]
Yeah but it's giant. Giant bugs. Yick factor amplified by three thousand.
[The pot's set, it'll only be a few minutes to go. In the meantime he follows her attention (and is not at all surprised, it's about the only place in the deserted rover for attention to go), wandering over with a fond smile pressing into his cheeks.]
That's, um. My family. And my girlfriend. Aunt May, she's been raising me since I was ten. [No need for elaboration. The fact that she was an Aunt and not a mother should be indicative enough of what happened there, he hopes. Peter takes a seat next to the cushions as he points them out.] And Gwen over here, she moved in with us about a year or so ago? Her dad was on the police force. He died — this absolute craphole, god, he was dressing up as me and going around robbing places, and killed Gwen's dad while he was on duty. She didn't know I was Spider-Man at the time, so she um. She spent a lot of time convinced I was to blame, until she found out the truth. But her mom is the biggest piece of work, so we took her in.
Aaand this is my girlfriend. Mary Jane. [This one, he removes from the wall to beam down at. The corners on all of the photos are a little worn, bent. The reason becomes obvious when Peter's thumb swipes up and over one. Well worn, and doubtful to last too much longer if he doesn't grab a frame, but he can't help it. He's a tactile person.]
that happens a lot around here. A lot of the guys from my home either don't remember me or i don't remember them. Some of them don't even look much like the ones I knew.
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
well i think you two might be the only trainers on the team, it's bound to happen. Do you make your Charizard fight too or is that just a weird thing Green's into?
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