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ya_assemble2015-03-07 11:31 am
morescaredofyou) wrote in ya_assemble2015-03-07 11:31 am
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[LN] Burgess - Open
It's official: his life sucked.
Not that this was a revelation, particularly. His life had sucked, officially, for a good while now. But this kinda took the cake. Because even when the Bugle was blaming him for every that happened in New York City and when super villains were beating the crap out of him, he had least knew where the hell he was.
Right now, he definitely did not know where he was. Not New York, that's for sure.
Quaint little homes, sleepy suburbs, and not a skyscraper in sight. (Oh God, he was going to have to walk everywhere here, wasn't he? If he had to get mysteriously transported away to Who Knows Where, couldn't he at least have something to swing off of?)
But even if he really, really wanted to swing up somewhere high to get his bearings, Peter resisted the urge to put on the suit. At least as his own, very confused self, he could easily blend in while he figured out what was going on. Being Spider-man would just get him stared at. And possibly a few rocks thrown at him.
"Uh, hello?" He said, shuffling up to a nearby policewoman. (Man, it was cold here. Why couldn't he have been mysteriously transported somewhere warm?) "Hi? Um, sorry, but I am like, seriously lost and I...hello? Hello?"
The policewoman ignored him completely. And okay, it was a step up from the usual reaction of 'Let's shoot Spider-man even though he is clearly trying to help', but come on!
"Hello! I...hey!" The policewoman had spun around, striding purposefully away from him towards some idiot kid who'd had the bright idea of trying to spray-paint his name on the side of a corner shop. "What am I, a leper? Jeez..."
He tried asking the next passerby, but he just kept on walking without a glance at Peter. Same with the next one. And the one after that. And the one after that. Man, and to think he'd thought that New Yorkers had a monopoly on being rude. Fed up, he stepped right in front of the next person - if they weren't going to stop, then he was damn well going to get in their way, and...
...And they walked right through him.
For a moment Peter didn't move - he just stood there, shocked. "Oh no," he said. "Oh no, this can't...this can't be happening. I...Kitty? Kitty is this you? Oh man, please let this be you...and if it is you can you please stop because I am freaking out here..."
Not that this was a revelation, particularly. His life had sucked, officially, for a good while now. But this kinda took the cake. Because even when the Bugle was blaming him for every that happened in New York City and when super villains were beating the crap out of him, he had least knew where the hell he was.
Right now, he definitely did not know where he was. Not New York, that's for sure.
Quaint little homes, sleepy suburbs, and not a skyscraper in sight. (Oh God, he was going to have to walk everywhere here, wasn't he? If he had to get mysteriously transported away to Who Knows Where, couldn't he at least have something to swing off of?)
But even if he really, really wanted to swing up somewhere high to get his bearings, Peter resisted the urge to put on the suit. At least as his own, very confused self, he could easily blend in while he figured out what was going on. Being Spider-man would just get him stared at. And possibly a few rocks thrown at him.
"Uh, hello?" He said, shuffling up to a nearby policewoman. (Man, it was cold here. Why couldn't he have been mysteriously transported somewhere warm?) "Hi? Um, sorry, but I am like, seriously lost and I...hello? Hello?"
The policewoman ignored him completely. And okay, it was a step up from the usual reaction of 'Let's shoot Spider-man even though he is clearly trying to help', but come on!
"Hello! I...hey!" The policewoman had spun around, striding purposefully away from him towards some idiot kid who'd had the bright idea of trying to spray-paint his name on the side of a corner shop. "What am I, a leper? Jeez..."
He tried asking the next passerby, but he just kept on walking without a glance at Peter. Same with the next one. And the one after that. And the one after that. Man, and to think he'd thought that New Yorkers had a monopoly on being rude. Fed up, he stepped right in front of the next person - if they weren't going to stop, then he was damn well going to get in their way, and...
...And they walked right through him.
For a moment Peter didn't move - he just stood there, shocked. "Oh no," he said. "Oh no, this can't...this can't be happening. I...Kitty? Kitty is this you? Oh man, please let this be you...and if it is you can you please stop because I am freaking out here..."
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"W-wait...wait Peter Parker?! Like...THE Peter Parker!?"
A legend in her own time, the hero of so many of Sandy's bedtime stories she had looked to the sky and prayed for him to save her from the horrible life she'd led. And now only when things were looking up she finally met the guy!?
Too bad there wasn't time for her to choose between fangirling or disappointment. The way he was starring into he distance gave the distinct impression he wasn't all there. The wincing and twitching didn't help.
"Somethings wrong. Let's get him back to the pole." She dug deep into her pocket and produced a glowing glass orb.
Just in time for the fearlings to arrive.
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"No, of course I'm not Peter Parker. I couldn't possibly have introduced myself by my own name," he said, with only a little bit of snippiness. "And I'm fine, I just..." (feel like something is incredibly wrong) "...have a headache."
And he would have liked to object to being taken back to the pole, wherever that was (they couldn't seriously mean the actual North Pole, right?), when his spider sense intensified, and the things which had been on the edge of his senses finally came into view.
Great, big, black horses with glowing yellow eyes and trails of black dust wherever they ran. They seemed to flow like water over the rooftops like houses, moving fast - very fast.
He really, really wished he'd put on his suit now.
"Oh man oh man, what the hell are those things?"