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myresponsibility) wrote2013-09-25 01:15 am
myresponsibility) wrote2013-09-25 01:15 am
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[Spam for Bond]
[Peter is - somewhat ironically - sometimes kind of terrible at dealing with a crisis.
Well, that's exactly true. Spider-Man is pretty competent in a crisis, but when it comes to this kind of thing, people he cares about being hurt and knowing there's not much he can do about it? That, he really sucks at coping with.
He knows he should probably be in the infirmary right now, but at the same time, he doesn't think he's going to be all that helpful. He can clean people up and give stitches, he can't reattach limbs, and just the thought of that even being necessary makes him want to be sick.
Still, he finds himself wandering towards the infirmary anyway, wanting to do... something, even though he doesn't know what, but he turns around once he gets in sight of the door. Whatever he wants to do, he can't do that, doesn't want to see what's happening, and really, he just wishes he was home, or that there were some buildings handy he could swing over, that there were some criminals to beat up.
Which probably isn't the healthiest way to deal with stuff.
He winds up on deck, looking sort of pale and confused and upset. He rubs both hands over his eyes, and abruptly, he desperately misses Arachne. The memories of the breach are still fresh, and he wishes he had someone or something like that to turn to, because right now, he just feels off balance and desperate.]
[Peter is - somewhat ironically - sometimes kind of terrible at dealing with a crisis.
Well, that's exactly true. Spider-Man is pretty competent in a crisis, but when it comes to this kind of thing, people he cares about being hurt and knowing there's not much he can do about it? That, he really sucks at coping with.
He knows he should probably be in the infirmary right now, but at the same time, he doesn't think he's going to be all that helpful. He can clean people up and give stitches, he can't reattach limbs, and just the thought of that even being necessary makes him want to be sick.
Still, he finds himself wandering towards the infirmary anyway, wanting to do... something, even though he doesn't know what, but he turns around once he gets in sight of the door. Whatever he wants to do, he can't do that, doesn't want to see what's happening, and really, he just wishes he was home, or that there were some buildings handy he could swing over, that there were some criminals to beat up.
Which probably isn't the healthiest way to deal with stuff.
He winds up on deck, looking sort of pale and confused and upset. He rubs both hands over his eyes, and abruptly, he desperately misses Arachne. The memories of the breach are still fresh, and he wishes he had someone or something like that to turn to, because right now, he just feels off balance and desperate.]
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(Sorry, he loves you, so he worries. B( )]
Do you want to, like- [He feels weird for suggesting it, but.] I don't know. Go to the pub, or something?
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Just don't ever give voice to those concerns, Bond would be terrifically insulted.]
I could use a drink. [He smiles wryly.] Are you going to spike your soda?
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... I guess? [HE COULD TRY...?]
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Have a beer.
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[And he will totally try to finish it gdi. >:CCCC]