[ he’s not sure what’s going on with peter, but it doesn’t matter, because whatever the problem they’ll work it out. it doesn’t help that he’s the offspring of a something something human and a zehoberei, so there’s probably a few kinks to sort through. ]
no problem, bud. no more freaking out. it’s going to be ok. uh, no, not at home. i’m at the hospital. er, was, just talking to my good friend the sheriff. i’m going to see about blowing a couple of those things sky high. but i can make a pit stop. nothing’s more important. where are you?
[ Peter repeats this text because Dad said so, and because it helps him focus. Even in a text. He repeats it to himself, aloud, while on the rooftop, regaining his ability to breathe normally.
This has been the worst day of his life. ]
main street
some rooftop
might be the bakery
you're not driving are you? with those things around?
no. just deep breaths. in and out and in and out. alright, main street, give me about... five minutes. how's that sound. car, no, that'd be crazy. i'm saving that for later.
[ peter, no, this isn't the time to get a rise out of him. ]
i've got jet boots. best way to travel, tbh. but, uh, keep an eye out for me. i'm the one flying around in a tuxedo t-shirt and american flag swim trunks.
THANK YOU. not everybody thought so, but i bet they’re just jealous they don’t have jet boots.
i know. did you get a good look at them, uuuugly. next time i throw a party i need to make sure linda’s family reunion isn’t happening the same day.
[ a few minutes later he spots peter, a wave given as he lands on the bakery alongside him. ] Bakery. Nice choice, kiddo, maybe I can get a few free samples out of this mess. [ he’s half kidding. ] I didn’t get a chance to eat yet. [ but enough of that. slapping a hand on peter’s back he gives him a smile. ] You doing ok, champ?
[ Sorry Peter, but kiddo here is going to be hella embarrassing - everyone-be-damned - for juuust a sec, because he leaps forward and wraps his arms around his dad's waist and hangs on. It doesn't last for more than a second, maybe two, but - he just needed to do that. ]
Yeah.
[ Okay. He's better now.
He exhales, gathers his wits about him, and nods. Properly this time. ]
[ it’s not something he’s anticipating so when peter’s arms find their way around his waist he stumbles back, stunned, his hands hovering alongside him for a hot second… before he returns the… hug? ] Thanks, maybe later, y’know, after all this blows over you can take ‘em for a spin. Just make sure you were a helmet or something.
But, uh, that aside… what’s this sticking to the wall business about? Care to show your not-so-old man?
He probably, maybe might not need one though, because he's pretty sure he'll be able to just ...
Yeah.
Hold that thought. ]
-- yeah, so. I can, like, stick to stuff. I don't know how I did it but.
[ Peter steps back to give himself a little space to demonstrate what he can do. He hopes, anyway, that he'll be able to recreate the scenario and it's not just something that happens in a #dire situation.
He takes a breath and then steps backwards - towards the edge of the roof. The backs of his heels hit the parapet. ]
[ stick to stuff, ok, he’s got it. ] Don’t think about it, ‘cause might, I don’t know, [ he rolls his wrist. ] nullify it or something. [ and he doesn’t want to see his son hit the ground. he’s got his jet boots though, so if he doesn’t perform his trick, then he can at least save him. ]
Do I look the type to freak out? [ he snorts. ] Go ahead.
Yeah. You're probably right. Don't think too hard about it, just - uh. Just let it happen, right?
[ Here goes nothing.
Peter salutes his dad, gives him a quick nod, and leans backwards, enough to just tumble over the other side of the parapet.
No freaking out, Peter Q, because if he steps over to the edge to glance past the concrete curb, he'll see his son sticking effortlessly to the brickwork of the wall. ]
[ when he steps over the edge he holds his breath, following closely behind just in case he’s not nearly as adhesive as he thinks… but lo and behold he’s hanging out on the side of the building. he’s got to laugh, his heart pounding about a mile a minute. he leaps off, himself, jet boots activating and allowing him to hover alongside his son. ] Well lookit that. [ how in the hell… ] And this just sort of… happened?
[ and he’s not the only one that’s relieved that peter could repeat the use of his newfound abilities. ] I bet it’s some sort’a self-defense shtick, so, nah, not weird at all. But me and your mom can’t do nothing like [ he motions at peter. ] this. [ unless she’s been keeping secrets! ] This the extent of it? Sticking to things might be the start of it.
I think I can like, lift heavy things. [ Like the car he definitely managed to pull off someone. ] And uh. I don't know why but I get this weird buzzing sensation in the back of my neck sometimes? Like - like, when something bad's about to happen.
No? [ huh. color him surprised… and intrigued. ] What else can you do? [ arching a brow he offers him a hand so he can pull him back onto the roof. ] You can’t fly, can you, because that would be sweet.
[ but super strength ain’t half bad. ] I’m pretty strong myself. [ #gunshow. ] Hey, that’s kind’a cool. You’re like some kind of clairvoyant, seeing the future and shit. [ but none of these powers sound like something he’d get from either him or gamora. ] I wouldn’t worry too much about ‘em. We’ve all got our quirks and, well, yours just happened to manifest into some bitchin’ abilities. But if you’ve got reservations we can work on those too. You’ve always been special, but now you’re more special, the specialest.
I dunno if I see the future or anything, but I can feel it. For like, a second. If something bad's going to happen.
[ And yeah, none of it is very Mum or Dad-ish, but it's something. He'd always wondered if he was just a normal kid or if he might one day be as cool and unique as his parents.
He smiles though - because telling Peter Sr about these newfound abilities of his somehow manages to reassure him that he isn't going crazy, or he isn't some weird freak. He's special, like dad says, and whatever is happening to him is totally okay. ]
No - no. No reservations. I just - I guess I gotta figure out what this all means and how to use these abilities.
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dad
holy crap
im
where r u rn???
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if you're inside good.
stay inside.
i dont think they know how to open doors.
not 100% on that tho.
are you okay?
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but something else happened
like
yeah i mean the weird things showed up but
i think i actually managed to fend them off??
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something good,
something bad,
a little bit of both?
whats going on?
lindas relatives,
i know.
when i said everybodys invited i didn't actually mean everybody.
i thought the dont come linda/jerry was implied.
but hey! good for you.
i'm proud of you.
did you blow up the science lab,
because i totally wouldnt be mad if you blew up the science lab.
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no no
dad
seriously
i have like
super strength
and i jumped and stuck to a wall
is this normal? it doesnt seem normal
did this ever happen to you?
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uh, mom's side.
probably.
i mean, i'm no average joe myself, but
your mom kicks a whole lot of
hold on a minute.
dial it back for me.
you what?
stuck to a wall?
it wasn't a fluke was it?
and, uhm, no.
but puberty hits everybody differently.
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it felt like the most natural thing to do
i just got out of the way of one of those things
and stuck to the wall
i'm past puberty
that can't be it
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but i'm just making sure.
[ he's still learning how to dad. ]
where are you?
are you still on the wall?
if so, which one?
i'm not sure what's going on,
but, listen, we'll get through this strangeness together.
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[ Even those simple words - we'll get through this strangeness together - calm Peter down significantly.
Maybe these weird abilities are from mom's side.
He can only hope that. ]
okay thanks dad
i was really freaking out
i'm
i jumped off the wall
im kind of hanging out on top of a roof rn
i kind of just climbed it and it happened
are you at home??
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no problem, bud.
no more freaking out.
it’s going to be ok.
uh, no, not at home.
i’m at the hospital.
er, was, just talking to my good friend the sheriff.
i’m going to see about blowing a couple of those things sky high.
but i can make a pit stop.
nothing’s more important.
where are you?
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[ Peter repeats this text because Dad said so, and because it helps him focus. Even in a text. He repeats it to himself, aloud, while on the rooftop, regaining his ability to breathe normally.
This has been the worst day of his life. ]
main street
some rooftop
might be the bakery
you're not driving are you? with those things around?
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just deep breaths.
in and out and in and out.
alright, main street,
give me about... five minutes.
how's that sound.
car, no, that'd be crazy.
i'm saving that for later.
[ peter, no, this isn't the time to get a rise out of him. ]
i've got jet boots.
best way to travel, tbh.
but, uh, keep an eye out for me.
i'm the one flying around in a tuxedo t-shirt and american flag swim trunks.
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the jetboots are def a better idea
[ ??? Like father, like son, apparently. Because on what planet are jetboots better than a car tbh. ]
haha okay
i'm sure i'll be able to spot you from here
i've got a p good vantage point of the whole town
its crazy the chaos going on around here
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not everybody thought so,
but i bet they’re just jealous they don’t have jet boots.
i know.
did you get a good look at them,
uuuugly.
next time i throw a party i need to make sure linda’s family reunion isn’t happening the same day.
[ a few minutes later he spots peter, a wave given as he lands on the bakery alongside him. ] Bakery. Nice choice, kiddo, maybe I can get a few free samples out of this mess. [ he’s half kidding. ] I didn’t get a chance to eat yet. [ but enough of that. slapping a hand on peter’s back he gives him a smile. ] You doing ok, champ?
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Yeah.
[ Okay. He's better now.
He exhales, gathers his wits about him, and nods. Properly this time. ]
Yeah, I'm okay. Awesome jet boots, dad.
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But, uh, that aside… what’s this sticking to the wall business about? Care to show your not-so-old man?
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He probably, maybe might not need one though, because he's pretty sure he'll be able to just ...
Yeah.
Hold that thought. ]
-- yeah, so. I can, like, stick to stuff. I don't know how I did it but.
[ Peter steps back to give himself a little space to demonstrate what he can do. He hopes, anyway, that he'll be able to recreate the scenario and it's not just something that happens in a #dire situation.
He takes a breath and then steps backwards - towards the edge of the roof. The backs of his heels hit the parapet. ]
So - um. Don't freak out, okay?
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Do I look the type to freak out? [ he snorts. ] Go ahead.
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[ Here goes nothing.
Peter salutes his dad, gives him a quick nod, and leans backwards, enough to just tumble over the other side of the parapet.
No freaking out, Peter Q, because if he steps over to the edge to glance past the concrete curb, he'll see his son sticking effortlessly to the brickwork of the wall. ]
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He wasn't actually too sure he could repeat the use of his newfound powers, if he's gonna be completely honest, but the no-thinking thing helped.
Thanks, Dad. ]
Uh-huh. Yeah - yeah, it kinda just happened. It's like, I don't know, those weird monster things triggered it for me or something. Is that weird?
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[ That is, it's not the extent of it. ]
I think I can like, lift heavy things. [ Like the car he definitely managed to pull off someone. ] And uh. I don't know why but I get this weird buzzing sensation in the back of my neck sometimes? Like - like, when something bad's about to happen.
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[ but super strength ain’t half bad. ] I’m pretty strong myself. [ #gunshow. ] Hey, that’s kind’a cool. You’re like some kind of clairvoyant, seeing the future and shit. [ but none of these powers sound like something he’d get from either him or gamora. ] I wouldn’t worry too much about ‘em. We’ve all got our quirks and, well, yours just happened to manifest into some bitchin’ abilities. But if you’ve got reservations we can work on those too. You’ve always been special, but now you’re more special, the specialest.
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[ And yeah, none of it is very Mum or Dad-ish, but it's something. He'd always wondered if he was just a normal kid or if he might one day be as cool and unique as his parents.
He smiles though - because telling Peter Sr about these newfound abilities of his somehow manages to reassure him that he isn't going crazy, or he isn't some weird freak. He's special, like dad says, and whatever is happening to him is totally okay. ]
No - no. No reservations. I just - I guess I gotta figure out what this all means and how to use these abilities.