034 | SPAM & TEXT

[myresponsibility]

[Spam for the Infirmary]

[Being shot in the thigh is a strangely familiar experience for Peter Parker. Being poisoned with wolfsbane and spending a while hallucinating and incredibly nauseous is less so, but thanks to his enhanced metabolism, he winds up more or less okay symptom free in about an hour or two. (He makes a mental note to try and do some more research into how well he actually resists poisons and stuff like that.)

So for the first day after our latest vacation to Mirror Barge, Peter can be found napping in a hospital bed, playing Angry Birds on his phone, or inquiring after his friends and the general state of the ship. His right arm is heavily bandaged, and he's careful to keep weight off his leg, but otherwise, he actually seems kind of cheerful, if a little sedated.

A day or so later, and he'll be trying to hobble out on crutches if no one stops him.]

[Public Text]

so that sucked

sound off, where is everyone?

[Private to Gwen]

hey

Comments

i have so many from that scene haha

[interns]

Maybe that's why I love you. Part of it, at least, for sure.

[ she's laughing too, even if she does turn to take a quick look around, make sure they aren't disturbing anyone from getting their rest or whatever else. but they're not, everybody's out like a light, no nurses or doctors giving them looks. which is good, it's great. she doesn't want to cut this moment short because of an angry nurse. her forehead rests against his once she's looking at him again, just for a second, just long enough for her to control her smile enough to be able to talk again ]

You're a dork and you're smart and you're probably the bravest person I know. And that's saying something, considering who my father is. [ why does she always bring up her dad during this stuff uhh let's not read into it ] I love you because you do things for the right reasons, no matter what. And because you're just- ridiculously cute, even when you're holed up in a hospital bed. I like that about you, too. [ nodnodnod, very serious reason, that last one. huge contributing factor. ]

[myresponsibility]

[It's not that he doubts her - it's not that at all - or as if he doesn't think he deserves something like this, but it's still just... humbling, really, to hear all that and know that she means it. She loves him.]

When I'm not super doped up on painkillers, I'm totally going to embarrass you with all the reasons I love you, too. [As it is, he might fall asleep in the middle of it and ruin everything by snoring or something. Good work, Peter.]

[interns]

Uh-huh.

[ she nudges her nose against his with a laugh before moving to lay down along his side again, getting comfy with her arm draped over his chest, curled around him, holding him close. without bumping any bruises, hopefully. ]

I think that definitely means it's nap time for us. We can continue this later on, okay?