More than two months after Peter started his own afterschool gig, he's faced with his first real crisis of conscience. (Well, second. Lying to Aunt May was and is the first.) He's sitting on the second floor ledge of his own school, wearing a blue hoodie with another school's letters and a mask made of red duct-tape and padding, watching two boys
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She's kind of out of it. Therapy and recital practice this afternoon and both of them are difficult for her right now.
Scowling, Livvie flips off the kid and there's a movement upwards in her peripheral vision that has her looking almost dead at Peter.
She blinks. The hell is she seeing?
"Don't fall!" Yes, that's...totally useful, Livvie, thank you.
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Look what you did!
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Still, it's funny.
"Go ninja, go."
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"Oy, do I look like a ninja to you?"
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Huh. That's...well it's worrisome. Kind of. Kind of cool, too.
"You kind of move like one." A shrug. "I couldn't do all that."
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"Good work, though."
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"I... gotta go, crime to fight, lives to save! Stay safe, citizen."
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And then she drops her head, shaking it. "My life is a circus," she murmurs, continuing down the street.
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