Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before. [ it's a dismissive reply, the verbal equivalent of a shrug — peter's not entirely sure if bruce is trying to wind him up, if he's testing where the edges to peter's patience lay. he's never been particularly good-tempered, particularly as a teenager — he'd been easy to antagonise, easy to make fun of, and he'd never really tried rectifying it until after ben, after high school. when he thinks about it — really thinks about it — there had been a reason he and flash had butted heads so many times, and it wasn't always undeserved.
it'd been an odd moment of self-reflection.
even now, he's not what he'd particularly describe as social — his group of friends is more or less the same group from college, with the odd new face from a workplace here and there — the bugle, front line, horizon labs, but he's more comfortable with all of it. more comfortable with himself.
but as for his temper? it's still there, but more often makes itself known in his humour, in sarcastic retorts less well-meaning than some might assume; he more often lets it out on patrol. it's only the really personal things that get to him; stress and worry, that make him lash out. ] But do you mean here or Beacon? Because— [ he opens the tonic water and the aspirin. two, right? that was what most people took. normally he takes more, but normally that's when he's alone, or with mj, when he doesn't have to make up an excuse for 'oh, those are just guidelines, yes I'm aware that overdosing on painkillers is ironically a very painful way to die, no, please don't worry, I'm not—'.
he pulls a face. (chalky. gross.) ] —wrong place, wrong time. Let's pretend I'm passing on sage wisdom about not spending too much nighttime alone time in Central Park. [ beat. ] And the Invincible provides food. I'm a terrible cook. [ another pause; a glance at bruce, eyebrows knitting. ] —Listen, I don't think neurotic works out well for anyone. Is there a larger point you're trying to make?
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it'd been an odd moment of self-reflection.
even now, he's not what he'd particularly describe as social — his group of friends is more or less the same group from college, with the odd new face from a workplace here and there — the bugle, front line, horizon labs, but he's more comfortable with all of it. more comfortable with himself.
but as for his temper? it's still there, but more often makes itself known in his humour, in sarcastic retorts less well-meaning than some might assume; he more often lets it out on patrol. it's only the really personal things that get to him; stress and worry, that make him lash out. ] But do you mean here or Beacon? Because— [ he opens the tonic water and the aspirin. two, right? that was what most people took. normally he takes more, but normally that's when he's alone, or with mj, when he doesn't have to make up an excuse for 'oh, those are just guidelines, yes I'm aware that overdosing on painkillers is ironically a very painful way to die, no, please don't worry, I'm not—'.
he pulls a face. (chalky. gross.) ] —wrong place, wrong time. Let's pretend I'm passing on sage wisdom about not spending too much nighttime alone time in Central Park. [ beat. ] And the Invincible provides food. I'm a terrible cook. [ another pause; a glance at bruce, eyebrows knitting. ] —Listen, I don't think neurotic works out well for anyone. Is there a larger point you're trying to make?