[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.
[What Peter would really like to do is get a hold of this mythical other him, who seems to have warmed the cockles of even the hardest hearts, and ask what it's like to live in Bizarroland.
Not even facetiously, though the thought might be coming to him now out of bile and envy. Peter sets the blackglass aside for a moment. Fumes.
But mostly puzzles over how to end this conversation without addressing a single thing the man's said, because he's not sure how to keep a hold on his ire when the guy's...tossing out accolades. Applauding this other Peter's character.
It's not fair, he thinks for the umpteenth time, then grabs the blackglass again.]
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
you did. it's fine. no one here is the same person
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
i'm not letting this happen again, trust me on that much at least
[There's a long pause after that. Too long for just reading over the file once, at least. Steve's answer comes far later. Peter might have even moved on by the time he sends his next message.]
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
He let you down. I'm sorry.
shall we meet next week and discuss the tits that will not calm?
[He's spent that stretch face down in his pillow, unmoving. But much like Steve, the time it takes to drum up a reply is elongated. He's gone and grabbed himself a snack, some water. Fidgeting and reading those six words over and over and over until he starts to feel too damn pathetic, even by his own standards.]
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
You told me I was an embarrassment right before it and should quit.
[Both of them had said that, now. Two editions of Steve Rogers, cut from similar cloths, but not the same. It should speak to the nature of the man, whatever thread keeps all the versions in all the crappy rehashes in each universe connected, drawing from the same well to make the same man with a pinch of something extra each time.
But he's never going to hear it for real. From the man who was there. Because as much as Peter wants to take those words and hold them close he can't help but wonder: if these copies were in his shoes, going through what that Cap had been through that day, that week, that month. That whole timeline. If they were in the same situation...
Wouldn't they decide one dumb, reckless kid wasn't enough to turn back for? Wouldn't they decide that six lunatics, busted loose from a prison and with the death of only one person on their mind, was a problem for the back burner?
It's not just Steve. It's all of them. But Steve let him go on the bridge, and never came back. Even after telling him how oh-so-sorry he was, you've got hero mettle after all.
Fucking jokes.]
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
if i say yes to this will you stop texting me right now
He has none. He has to tear out of bed, thankfully mostly better, and go out. Walk. Alone. He's too ashamed to linger where he made that stupid face when he laid eyes on the message, and even more shamed that thinking about it again in the dark pushes out wet trails over his cheeks.
Times like this he wishes he could hide under the ragged afgan on their living room sofa while his Aunt flips the channels. That used to be the easiest out from all this Spider-Man garbage.
;aklsdjfa
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.
LET HIM LOVE YOU
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.
BUT HE'S BEEN BURNED BEFORE
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
THEY CAN HEAL HIM TOGETHER
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.
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
I want to help. Don't know how to, I guess.
NO!!!!!!! SLAMS DOOR ON THE WAY OUT
Not even facetiously, though the thought might be coming to him now out of bile and envy. Peter sets the blackglass aside for a moment. Fumes.
But mostly puzzles over how to end this conversation without addressing a single thing the man's said, because he's not sure how to keep a hold on his ire when the guy's...tossing out accolades. Applauding this other Peter's character.
It's not fair, he thinks for the umpteenth time, then grabs the blackglass again.]
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
you did. it's fine. no one here is the same person
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
i'm not letting this happen again, trust me on that much at least
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
;A; oh.
Did I? Is that why you're avoiding me?
[There's a pause that might suggest Steve has let it go. Actually, he's just thinking.]
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
All right. If you can tell me you trust me.
wails in horror over that empty message line, how did that even happen i'm so gomen
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
don't
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
that is some grade a mom manipulation rogers
he was so disgusted he sent an empty message :D;
Are you going to tell me you're not trying to avoid me? You're in serious trouble. You want me to ignore that?
furiously buttdials captain america
you can't put me in bigger trouble than i've already been in
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
Yes? Preferably? I'd like for all of us to go about our business
ragedial?
Sorry but I can't do that.
butthurtdial...
now you're being difficult
aweojyeweiigijk;
Yup.
this has been an informative set of subject lines
okay
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
how about you read my file and do the math
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
because I had this conversation with the other you already and I'm sick to death of it
I have indeed learned much about the art of butthurtdial.
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
He let you down. I'm sorry.
shall we meet next week and discuss the tits that will not calm?
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
You told me I was an embarrassment right before it and should quit.
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
just leave me alone.
Verily. You should teach me of these secrets.
I can't do that.
i will show you many wonders sweet child
stop
no subject
Listen to me. Just this once. He was wrong about you. I'm not going to leave you alone in this mess because it wouldn't be right.
FROM: rogers.s@cdc.org
You don't have to forgive me and I won't track you down. But if you need help I'll be here.
no subject
But he's never going to hear it for real. From the man who was there. Because as much as Peter wants to take those words and hold them close he can't help but wonder: if these copies were in his shoes, going through what that Cap had been through that day, that week, that month. That whole timeline. If they were in the same situation...
Wouldn't they decide one dumb, reckless kid wasn't enough to turn back for? Wouldn't they decide that six lunatics, busted loose from a prison and with the death of only one person on their mind, was a problem for the back burner?
It's not just Steve. It's all of them. But Steve let him go on the bridge, and never came back. Even after telling him how oh-so-sorry he was, you've got hero mettle after all.
Fucking jokes.]
FROM: parker.peter@cdc.org
if i say yes to this will you stop texting me right now
no subject
Don't answer. I just wanted you to know you're nothing anyone else says you are. Especially him.
no subject
He has none. He has to tear out of bed, thankfully mostly better, and go out. Walk. Alone. He's too ashamed to linger where he made that stupid face when he laid eyes on the message, and even more shamed that thinking about it again in the dark pushes out wet trails over his cheeks.
Times like this he wishes he could hide under the ragged afgan on their living room sofa while his Aunt flips the channels. That used to be the easiest out from all this Spider-Man garbage.
Gonna have to find a new one here, he guesses.]