[ all peter wants to do is take five, relax, maybe have a hot bath, sleep—
(sleep would be so good.)
but circumstance aren't in his (or anyone's) favour, and once he sees what jason's capable of — that he's perfectly able to take care of himself, there's the fleeting thought of letting him be and moving on, seeing if there was anyone who needed his help more. that thought is shattered when peter realises that jason's looking for something (someone?), and the question is what? who?
he'd had the thought, earlier in the month, that he'd love for there to be a bad guy for him to punch and take his frustrations out on; release the anxious energy that's only been building with each passing day that he's stuck here. now? he regrets that thought. this isn't what he'd meant—
he jumps from one tree to the next, ducking at each low hanging branch that threatens to thwack him in the face (thanks, spider-sense, he actually doesn't need the sharp pain that accompanies each approaching quote-unquote bark-shaped threat) before catching up with jason.
he shoots a webline down at a spirit; pulls up once, sharply. the spirit comes with; another series of thwips and it and a branch are introduced (they've an hour to become friends).
he exhales, attention shifting back down to jason. he feels as if he should make a joke, introduce himself (belatedly), say something but after losing winters, losing five—. ]
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(sleep would be so good.)
but circumstance aren't in his (or anyone's) favour, and once he sees what jason's capable of — that he's perfectly able to take care of himself, there's the fleeting thought of letting him be and moving on, seeing if there was anyone who needed his help more. that thought is shattered when peter realises that jason's looking for something (someone?), and the question is what? who?
he'd had the thought, earlier in the month, that he'd love for there to be a bad guy for him to punch and take his frustrations out on; release the anxious energy that's only been building with each passing day that he's stuck here. now? he regrets that thought. this isn't what he'd meant—
he jumps from one tree to the next, ducking at each low hanging branch that threatens to thwack him in the face (thanks, spider-sense, he actually doesn't need the sharp pain that accompanies each approaching quote-unquote bark-shaped threat) before catching up with jason.
he shoots a webline down at a spirit; pulls up once, sharply. the spirit comes with; another series of thwips and it and a branch are introduced (they've an hour to become friends).
he exhales, attention shifting back down to jason. he feels as if he should make a joke, introduce himself (belatedly), say something but after losing winters, losing five—. ]
—What have you got?