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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 3, 2013 13:53:53 GMT -5
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Tomorrow.
Wait, scratch that. Next year would be good time...
Maybe.
Peter walked to Stark Tower from Central Park in a haze. People bumped right past him, but the blank, zombielike expression on his face didn't seem to hear their curses. Devastated didn't even cover what he was feeling. Some part of him had largely expected it for a while, the pair of them had felt adrift on two corners of the world for some time now, but Peter still wanted to cling on to that hope that Gwen Stacy and he could somehow plow through it, like they always had.
Now, it was just broken. It was one thing to imagine a possibility, and another entirely to experience it. "But I love you.." he protested silently at her every argument. All of the fights, all of the tension, all of that just blurred together. They were fighting, yes, but he loved her. It was true that they rarely saw each other, but he loved her. She had found someone else..
But he loved her.
In the end, well, that was just it, wasn't it? It was the end. He just let her go. Peter was fair to her. Gwen deserved better. There were a million reasons, but he loved her. He loved her. He loved her. Peter was already missing her.
And now he had to go to work like this. That was always his life, constantly interrupted to go somewhere else, be somewhere else, be someone else. There was no reprieve. He had to go. He had to move. If he didn't move he was sure he would wait there in the rain until it had entirely eroded him away. He had an umbrella. He wasn't using it. He just hugged his backpack and his now soaking paper lunch bag and trudged inside of the Stark Tower building. No one really seemed to notice him shuffle inside the elevator.
The stakes are high, the water's rough But this love is ours..
Oh, no no nono.. Peter smacked at the touchscreen to stop the music. It didn't stop. Peter crawled to the edge of the elevator and sat down, holding his ears. "Voice command: Stop. Voice command: Stop playing. Please...JARVIS. Jesus. Somebody-"
Stop. I love this song. This was our song. Stop. Stop. he wanted to just freeze in that moment. The world needed to stop moving. His world was broken. Why was it still moving? It needed to stop. All of it just needed to stop, for at least until tomorrow. A week. Maybe a year.
Leave a message after the beep.
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Feb 3, 2013 15:32:04 GMT -5
What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
Tony lifted up the mask to get a better look at his welding work. The smoking hot metal was still bright orange from the fire he'd just been holding to it, but it looked like it was in the right shape. Good. And this time he wouldn't accidentally blast the metalwork sculpture with his repulsor while in a drunken stupor and dancing to Madonna.
This thing took forever to fix. And he had to fix it before Pepper saw it or he was in for another round of Yell At Tony For Getting Drunk And Reckless, and that was one game show he did not want to be a part of. Just change the channel, hit mute, cut off the power.
But thankfully the sculpture was back in one piece. It looked a little lopsided, but Tony wasn't sure if it was straight to begin with. He didn't understand art. Who knows, he may have just made it even more artistic.
"Sir, there appears to be someone in your private elevator." JARVIS chimed overhead.
Tony tossed his gloves and face mask onto the counter. "What? Dammit. I told those security guys to install the new bypass codes when they were here yesterday. I knew this was gonna happen. Any chance of redirecting them, Jarvis?"
"None, Sir. They are already en route."
"Well who is it? Do I need to put on a shirt?" Tony casually walked over to his kitchen fridge and pulled out a bottle of rum.
"Checking." JARVIS replied as he hacked into the elevator to see whose card had been swiped. "A Mister Peter Parker, Sir."
Tony's nose wrinkled as he poured himself a drink. "Parker? The pizza kid? What's he doing here?" He took a swig and set his glass down. "Is he still getting lost? I mean, I know Stark Tower's a big place, but come on. There have got to be a million signs directing you where to go."
"In answer to your previous question, Sir, I believe it is conventional to be fully dressed when an employee is visiting, regardless of the situation." JARVIS said.
"All right, don't get snarky with me." Tony swiped his tee shirt off of a nearby chair and pulled it on over his head. His arc reactor glowed a faint blue beneath the black fabric. "And he's an intern, not an employee." He grumbled back. Tony grabbed his drink and shoved his free hand in his jeans pocket to stroll up to the elevator just as it dinged and the doors began to open.
"Yo, Dominoes! Research and Development is on level-" Tony paused when he saw Peter curled up in the corner of the elevator. The music was blasting. "Mute." He spoke the word quietly, but JARVIS recognized the voice command and the music stopped.
Tony stuck his foot in the doorway of the elevator so it wouldn't close. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Hey... Kid... you okay?" He asked softly.
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 3, 2013 18:12:49 GMT -5
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Peter looked up when he heard his name, the edges of his hair sloppily dripping water on his face. It was Tony's voice that summoned him. He slowly removed his hands from over his ears, looking up at Tony as if to say is it safe? He shivered slightly, but not because he was wet and cold. Peter felt something boil up inside of him, causing him to tremble. The anxious energy goaded him to stand up wordlessly, and nod.
He was not fine, but he could nod. He could move. There was no sense lying on the floor. He was getting the floor wet. He was getting everything wet. He had work to do. Peter Parker always had somewhere to be. He was always disappointing somebody, but he had to keep moving. Move, he willed himself. Peter forgot his words. He wanted to thank Tony, thank JARVIS for turning the music off, but didn't know how. In one swift movement, he practically fell upon Tony, pulling the man into a hug.
He had gotten Tony wet too, but he didn't let go.
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Mar 3, 2013 23:15:35 GMT -5
What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
"Aaaah, Peter! You're drenched-" Tony was interrupted by the tackle that knocked them both out of the elevator threshold. Tony raised his arms instinctively as his body went rigid. Was this... a hug?
He stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do. All he knew was that his new intern was hugging him... and the kid was soaking wet. Ugh. Tony grimaced, wrinkling his nose, though he didn't object to the hug. There was obviously some reason for Parker's outburst. Maybe he'd gotten a B or something. Tony didn't know, but he forced himself to gently bring down one arm to pat the boy on the back. Poor kid. After all, he was only like fourteen, right? Probably hadn't even finished puberty yet so his emotions were all over the place.
"Uhhh, Parker," Tony began gently. "Why don't we get you dry, huh?" He snapped his fingers at Dummy across the room to bring them towels. "You can dry off here before work, okay?"
Oh, God. This was so awkward. How in the heck was he supposed to react to this? Tony was terrible with emotions and he was even worse with kids. Parker wasn't exactly a kid anymore, but he was close enough. How was Stark supposed to comfort him?
Dummy came over quickly and dropped the towels... on Tony's head. Frustratedly, Tony grabbed them off and wrapped one around Peter's shoulders, encouraging the boy to let go of him. He didn't like all of this physical contact.
"You... uh... you wanna talk about it?" He asked, his voice a little more vulnerable than usual. He was out of his element here. He was only operating on what he thought he should do. Tony didn't have any personal experience with this.
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Mar 30, 2013 12:44:12 GMT -5
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When Tony asked if he wanted to talk about it, to Peter shook his head. He really didn’t, it was entirely preferable if he could just C TRL+Z and undo the last few weeks, days even, if he could have caught on to some clue or signal that could have fixed things that maybe- maybe…
The last thing Peter wanted was to demonize her. Gwen wanted somebody who could hold their life together and Peter couldn’t. He couldn’t. Case point was the way he was acting now. Drenched to the bone, hiding in the elevators- it was all just so pathetic really. Peter Parker was just a joke. And dumb sap. He didn’t even have the courage to speak right now.
In moments like these he could only reflect on what was missing, what was broken in his life. Peter missed Uncle Ben’s talks, his words of wisdom. Maybe that was why Peter had attached himself to Tony earlier. It wasn’t that Tony was any sense like Ben Parker, it was just… He was there. Tony Stark had already introduced himself into his life as something broken. Peter didn’t have to screw him up. Tony did a fine job and doing that by himself. The really were a pair.
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Apr 9, 2013 10:16:49 GMT -5
Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
He wasn't cheering up. He wasn't doing anything. Why wasn't he doing anything?!
This was an entirely too uncomfortable situation. How did Tony get himself into this mess? The kid was obviously dealing with some serious shit so why... why did he have to stumble into Tony's little humble abode? Stark had been doing something before all of this. Something important. His day was booked! ...Okay, so maybe by "booked" he meant clean the apartment (because God, this place could use it after last night...), but still!
Didn't Peter have a job to do anyway? So much for the genius intern.
No. Nooo, Tony couldn't let himself think that way. He didn't know why, since it was typically an easy thing for him to do, but for some reason watching Peter was affecting him. It made him feel... sad? Protective? Caring?
What were these strange new feelings and how could he get rid of them?! Or deal with them?! Either one would do because right now Tony was just flabbergasted- grasping at something, at anything to say or do for this kid. He needed to do something to cheer him up or say something that would magically make all his problems go away. If not because of these weird feelings, then because Parker needed to get back to work.
Yeah... just... that was it. Go with that, Tony.
"So... uh... how's the project coming along?" He closed his eyes and wrinkled his nose when it slipped out of his mouth. Damn it, Stark. That was not going to help the kid. "Never mind. You don't want to talk about that. How about... uhhh... how about... we could go sit down?"
Damn, this was hard! What was he supposed to say? Those magic words were not spilling out of his mouth. Why wouldn't they just come forward? Other people could comfort sads, why couldn't Tony?
"I could get you... I mean... I have ice cream?" Or was that just a woman thing? "Or... uh... there's Jack Daniels in the cabinet. You... you want anything, Parker?"
He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, which was beginning to ache from the stress of this situation. Maybe he'd get lucky and Parker would choose the booze. That's how he dealt with all of his problems. Perhaps they had something in common?
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on May 4, 2013 0:28:28 GMT -5
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What did Peter want? What he wanted didn't matter. He could want a thousand things, but it wasn't like he would be able to realize any of them. That's the way his life worked. How did Peter convey this to Tony? He shuffled along past the man towards a seat, silently obliging to accept his offer to sit down, but stopped when he remembered he was dripping wet and didn't want to ruin Tony's furniture- so after giving Tony an apologetic look, indecisively shifting between the two directions, Peter sat down on the tile instead.
"....is it chocolate ice cream?" he breathed out finally, though he half-wondered if he did need something heavier like the Jack Daniels. "I wouldn't want the boss to catch me drinking on company time." It wasn't even that clever of a joke for Peter, but he tried anyways- anything to distract himself. He had words again, at the very least. They weren't good ones, staining foul on his tongue, but he had them. He knew he owed Tony some sort of explanation, but Peter just wanted to stop for the moment.
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on May 10, 2013 13:14:11 GMT -5
Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
Tony grinned at Peter's joke. "Neither do I, so let's just agree to not tell Pepper, 'kay?"
Good. Alcohol was good. Alcohol made every situation better just with its presence. Tony about-faced and marched straight to the liquor cabinet, grabbing the bottle and two glasses with one hand and the ice cream tub with the other.
He came back to Peter and hesitated for a moment. This was awkward, wasn't it? Drinking Jack Daniels and eating ice cream between boss and intern. Could he get in legal trouble for this?
Meh. Who was he kidding? He got in tons of legal trouble for everything he did. Why should this be any different? ...Because it was a kid. Crying. Okay, so Peter wasn't exactly a kid kid, but he was decades younger than Tony. And still very kid-like. And he had big eyes.
Dammit.
Tony sighed and resigned himself to sitting down, Indian-style, next to Peter. He handed the boy the tub of ice cream and spoon, and cracked open the bottle, quickly pouring himself a shot and downing it before refilling both glasses.
"So... uh... you gonna tell me why you're sitting on my floor soaking wet eating ice cream and letting me get you drunk or are we just going to get drunk no questions asked? Because, honestly, I'm good with that if you're good with that."
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on May 18, 2013 22:47:54 GMT -5
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He wasn't saying anything just yet. Most people would have called him he was foolish for acting this way, but he felt like he just had his heart torn out and stomped on. There was a malaise to his movements, a hopelessness in every action that was noticeably different from the decided Peter Parker that graced the halls of Stark Tower daily. The guy had a bit of a slouch to him sometimes but this was different.
Peter stuffed his face with ice cream before trying again. "We were falling apart for some time now... I should have seen it coming." He shook his head silently, deflated just a bit and turning the glass in his hand. Peter couldn't look away from the empty glass. "I should have seen it coming."
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on May 19, 2013 18:28:07 GMT -5
Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
Tony was not an idiot. In fact, he was very much the opposite of an idiot. He was brilliant, a genius, really. So it didn't take much of what Peter said to make him jump to the conclusion. The kid had been dumped. Either that or Taylor Swift had decided to stop touring. But Tony was pretty sure it was the former.
The thing about Tony Stark, however, was where his intelligence lie. Most of the time he would tell you that there was not a field he couldn't become the expert in. But this... this was a whole different kind of ball field. No, this was a different stadium. It was like comparing the Yankees to the Red Sox. Those were baseball teams, right?
It wasn't that Stark wasn't an expert when it came to loving-and-losing. On the contrary, he'd been so far up that creek that he'd built the dam and a bridge so he could hop between sides. He'd been the one to get dropped and the one to do the dropping. He'd been the victim, the instigator, the broken heart, the heart breaker. If it came to women, Tony Stark had done it all. There was not one experience anyone else had that he could not relate to.
But all he'd do was drown his sorrows for a few hours, get so sloppy drunk that he'd have to crawl home, and sleep. By the next morning the world would be back to being a less shitty place than it had been the previous night. The process worked for him, why couldn't it for Peter?
Tony didn't say anything. Instead he poured Peter another shot and pushed it across the floor toward him. The poor kid. This was probably his first break-up. Hell, Tony hadn't even realized Parker'd had a girlfriend. In all honesty, the kid didn't exude "cool".
Tony downed his glass in one gulp and poured himself another. Sheesh. Dealing with relationship problems, even for someone else, was uncomfortable. If he were going to have to actually speak he'd need to at least be buzzed. Because right now all he wanted to say was, "People leave. You live with it."
....Oh shit. Did he actually just say that out loud?
Tony's nose scrunched and his eyes shut as he got this tight look about his face. "I mean... uh... I'm sorry. Here, take the whole damn bottle if you want." He slid the bottle toward Peter.
Well, shit. This wasn't exactly going according to plan. And he sounded like a total dick. Would it be all right if he just left Peter to drown in ice cream? He could go flying for a while, maybe show back up after the kid had drunk himself to sleep....
No. No, Stark. Deal with it yourself. Come on, man up.
Tony rolled his eyes and, for the first time, realized that he hadn't once looked at Peter. Everything he'd said had been toward the opposite wall. He'd slid him the shot glass and the bottle of Jack from his side, out of the corner of his eye. He was physically cutting himself off from the sniveling brat by turning his whole body away.
Damn, Tony. You're really not good at this.
"I'm sorry... I'm... I'm really not good at this,"
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on May 20, 2013 13:53:21 GMT -5
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People leave. You live with it.
Peter crawled into himself. He knew he probably should have been angry, but he couldn't find the energy to be. He quietly accepted it, hardening his jaw. He inhaled deeply and counted three heavy seconds. One for his parents. One for his uncle. One for...
"Gwen." he said finally. Peter took the bottle with a quiet word of 'thanks' and began mixing the ice cream with its contents. A heavy foam formed over the ice cream, making a large tub of an improvised beer float. If he had some french fries or a cupcake it would have been perfect. And sprinkles maybe, for color. The fact there was ice cream on his nose didn't register.
Tony apologized and Peter found himself smiling bitterly. 'I'm sorry... I'm... I'm really not good at this' he'd said. "Well, I'm just no good." Peter looked up from his float and towards the now-facing Tony. "Did I ever tell you I was bad luck? 'Cause I am. Really. If there is something I'm sure about- its that. So its good." he sniffed and dragged his sleeve across his nose. His head bobbed as he nodded to confirm this fact. Peter braved some more words, picking at spoonfuls of slush here and there. He let his mind fall. "At least this way I'll know she'll always be safe. She's always wanted to move to Paris. Now she has a reason to. Right? She has her whole life ahead of her now. She doesn't have to get stuck with me."
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Jun 3, 2013 13:10:07 GMT -5
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Tony grimaced at the beer float that Peter had made. Yuck. That was definitely not how you drank that stuff. And now that Tony considered it... he really wished he hadn't just handed the whole bottle over to Peter. Could he maybe rescind his offer? The remaining liquid was lying in the bottom of the bottle near Peter's feet.
Now probably wasn't the time though.... Of course, now was when he needed a drink the most. So as Peter kept talking, Tony nonchalantly scooted over a bit and swiped the bottle of Jack to pour himself one last shot.
Gwen. Huh. So it was a girl. Tony had figured. Though not everyone who broke up with their significant others reacted in quite the same way as Parker, Tony also knew that Peter didn't really have anyone left to lose. So it had to be something like a break up. In all honestly, Stark hadn't known that the kid was dating anyone.
It wasn't Peter's fault if he just looked like the sort of... undateable type. Had this been his first relationship? Aww, poor kid.
Well... now that it was established that it was merely a break up and not that someone had actually died, Tony felt a bit more confident. After all, he'd gone through this a thousand times before. You just learn to pick yourself up by the boot straps when it happens to you.
"Oh, don't say that," Tony nearly snapped at him, rolling his eyes as he downed his drink. "Everyone says that. Ohhh, they'll be so much happier without me. Boo hoo. So she dumped you. It's not the end of the world, Kid. You gotta cut it out with the hero complex. You'll only ever end up getting hurt." He shrugged. Tony knew this truth better than most.
"What was her name?"
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Jun 3, 2013 14:01:25 GMT -5
Hero complex? If only he knew. Peter tried not to crack a smile. It felt wrong to smile, almost like he couldn't. His every muscle rejected that movement. "Psh, I'm no hero. If I was a hero I would have been the one to do it, and a long time ago. If I was a hero I would have seen her that first day of class and walked away...."
"Her name was Gwen Stacy," Peter answered clearly, a sort of lightness reaching his eyes at the mentioning of her name. "And she was my first love." As sentimental as it was, Peter spoke with not a single drop of irony. "I know that sounds so lame, right?" He managed a small laugh and to stop himself he rubbed his hands all over his face, feeling himself wanting to madly dig in further and break the skin, but he stopped when he found his glasses. He took them off quietly and looked at them intently, studying them it seemed for signs of wear. He found a smudge on the inside of the glass and cleaned it so delicately that Peter just seemed to disappear in this activity for a brief moment, forgetting anything but the smudge in the glass. Then he put them back on.
"Her name was Gwen Stacy." he repeated with the same tone. "And she was my first love. I know, that sounds so lame right?" Nothing seemed off to him about repeating himself. He was entirely unaware of what just happened, only that this time, he smiled.
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"Let's face it. This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Jun 17, 2013 12:49:53 GMT -5
Oooookaaaaay. Creepy.
Tony had seen that one episode of Doctor Who with the repeating monster alien thing. It hadn't been pretty. Not to mention the far off look in Peter's eyes while all of this was going on. Very horror movie-esque. For a split second Tony almost inched away, but then he caught himself before he did that. Probably wouldn't blow over well right now. "You're starting to resemble a serial killer in a psycho movie" is probably not what Peter wanted to hear right now.
And then it hit Tony. Gwen Stacy. Hold on... he'd seen something in the news about her. Contrary to popular belief, Tony did watch the news even when it wasn't about him. He recognized that name. While Peter was staring off into space, mixing around his beer sundae, Tony slyly pulled out his phone and tapped away on it. He told JARVIS to retrieve the story. While the A.I. worked, Tony sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Don't worry, Kid. It'll get easier. Just wait. After banging the tenth girl, you're barely phased anymore." He said with a shrug and a smile. "Love doesn't exist, all right? It's all just a bunch of chemicals in your brain that move around." ...Well, that didn't come out right.
Tony wrinkled his nose and shut his eyes. "What I mean is-" He stopped when his phone pinged. Tony pulled it back out and glanced at the screen. His face suddenly changed. It grew more serious. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth set into a hard line. "Peter. What happened to Gwen." He knew what happened to Gwen. He was staring at the article. But he wanted to hear Peter say it. He needed to make sure Peter knew.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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