Honestly, I don't see what everyone's complaining about. Was I the only one who wanted to go to space camp as a kid?

[Don't listen to him, he's being a shit and he knows it. See, look at this dumb little smirk he's flashing the camera from his perch on the ceiling of his room.]

If anyone needs help getting their hands on stuff, let me know. Nice to know being able to climb walls might come in handy here after all. [The smirk flashes a little wider, looks less teasing.

... Except then it fades, because there was a serious reason to turn on his comm and address the Barge at large today. Something he's been sitting on for a while, and it's clear from the muddled expression and tightly pressed together lips that Peter's still not sure if this is something he really wants to talk about.]

You ever get the feeling that us - the wardens - being here is kind of... selfish? I mean, you wind up caring about your inmate once you get assigned and get to know them, but at first? A lot of us aren't here just because we wanna help people. We could do that at home.

I don't know. I'm not trying to like, start some debate that's gonna get everyone turning this into a scene from The Hunger Games, but-

[He runs a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated, and he can't quite seem to look at the camera as he continues.

(He's suddenly very glad Andrew isn't around anymore, even if it sucks, even if he never deserved Peter's reaction to him. Andrew hadn't gotten Gwen killed.)]

There's this guy back home, who I should've done more for. And I can fix it now, but I don't think I'm doing it for the right reasons. I still care about him, kind of, but after what happened? I don't know.

[Peter chews at his lip for a moment and then looks back at the camera for a moment, but hey, that spot on the wall over there off screen is really, really interesting, okay? Okay.]

It's hard, wanting to help someone who did something like that. Hurt you really badly. I guess I kind of feel like a jerk for not wanting to help him just because I screwed up before.

[Peter's sitting on the roof of the greenhouses. He hides up here a lot when he's feeling crappy, because it's one of the highest points on the Barge and for the most part, it's a good place to go when your room's feeling a little too claustrophobic and familiar.

Not that anyone listening to the network post will really be able to tell, aside from the fact that he sounds like his jaw's a little locked in an attempt to stop his teeth from chattering. It gets cold out here at night now.]

So, I think there's kind of been some like, miscommunication about how things actually are, for people like me? Like, I get it, some of us are fictional where you're from, and that's cool or whatever- [And pretty creepy, if he's really thinking about it, but he prefers not to think about how people might know about things he'd rather keep secret.] Or we've got stuff that you don't have in your world, like superpowers or magic and stuff, but that doesn't mean our lives are like, an episode of My Little Pony or something.

I don't think any of us would be here if something bad hadn't happened to us, and like, I've never read these comics or anything? But seriously, if anyone thinks being a superhero is easy just because I've got superpowers, or because someone else has monsters or giant robots or whatever to fight, you really, really don't get it. Good people - people you don't know and people you really care about still get hurt. They might even die. [Uncle Ben, Captain Stacy, the billion times Bond's gotten himself hurt or killed on the Barge and he hasn't been able to do anything about it. A lot of good having superpowers did him then.] Maybe in front of you. And you might not be able to stop it.

Or they'll leave, because it's safer.

[Because while Captain Stacy's alive now, he'll still want him to stay away from Gwen. And Bond's gone, and he's been back before, but there's no guarantee that he will this time. It's stupid to be upset about it or miss him, because the Barge sucks, and he's better off at home. Really.]

So just... think. Before you start saying you get it, or how I don't get it because you think having superpowers means my world's "less real" than yours. Because if someone made a movie about my life? I seriously doubt it's something you'd want to trade for.

So, Bond graduated, and he's gone. Like, disappeared gone. Like, literally disappeared in front of someone gone. [And Peter's... actually really kind of upset about it, but he doesn't really want to just talk about that to everyone on the network right now, so he leaves it at that.]

I'm sticking around.

[He almost says he'll be in the CTS if anyone needs to find him, and clicks off the feed instead.]

[Private to the Admiral]

Can I have a cat? Like, a kitten, I guess?

Just a normal Earth cat, if you can get it from a shelter or something, that'd be cool.

[Private to Cass]

You doing okay?

[Spam for the CTS]

[The thing he misses most about home - besides Gwen and Aunt May, anyway - is webslinging, and while the CTS can help with that, it's still not really the same.

Today though, he's really going in for one reason, and it's not that. He just wants to let off some steam, to try and cope with this latest loss, and so he's almost relieved when the CTS just produces a basic setting with almost faceless thugs to beat up.

It feels good, to be able to sense punches coming and react in his usual lightning-fast way instead of the sluggish, unnatural feeling he'd had to deal with in port without his powers, and he lets himself really let loose. He moves way more quickly and instinctively than it probably looks like he'd be able to, considering he's tall and scrawny and doesn't look all that threatening. The thugs are dealt with quickly, and he runs through a couple scenarios before stopping for a break.]

[Peter smiles a little awkwardly at the camera, not really sure how one goes about addressing a post like this, but he's homesick enough right now to want to try anyway]

Hey, so, uh, this is Peter Parker. Your friendly neighborhood... warden, I guess.

If there's anyone out there from back home, [Gwen, Aunt May, hell he'd love to hear from Flash Thompson right now, that is not a joke. :c] let me know?

[Friends Filter - If you think you're on it, you are!]

Sorry I kind of... fell off the map for a while. [Port was terrible, and no Peter does not want to talk about it. B( So much so that he sort of hesitates awkwardly for a slightly awkward moment before clearing his throat and trying to move on.] Is everyone okay?

[Private to Snow]

Seriously, sorry I didn't really say anything, I was- [Really messed up.] Anyway. Sorry. Thanks for checking in on me.

[Private to Anya]

So, Dean thinks we should work some projects together with, you know, maintenance and repair stuff. If that's cool.