Second Floor Boys Bathroom, Sunday after the return

[willbethenight]

Bruce lived on the fifth floor. This was only the second. Bruce didn't care. It was the nearest set of showers for him to wash off the stink of sweat, filth, human blood (mostly not his), and grenade launcher exhaust. It had been a long weekend. Residents of the second floor were just going to have to deal with his trespassing

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[theotherpeter]

Peter broke the trend, since he only lived on the fourth floor.

However, he also needed to get the hell out of itchy, disgusting dead people's clothes and was in desperate need of a shower.

He stood under a showerhead and just let the water pass over him a moment.

"Think I'll get in trouble if I just... start those clothes on fire on the roof?"

[willbethenight]

"I think they'll understand. Just make sure you have a fire extinguisher just in case," Bruce said. "How are you doing?"

[theotherpeter]

"Raven patched me up," Peter said, gesturing at his healed shoulder. "I have no idea how she did, and right now I don't even care if it was magic. I'd kiss her for it if I didn't think it'd get me punched by that Andy guy."

[willbethenight]

"Good call," Bruce said. "You've had enough people trying to hit you recently. No reason to provoke someone."

[theotherpeter]

"I've had more than my fair share of mortal danger, exactly," Peter said. "I will be enjoying the quiet life for a long time."

[willbethenight]

"You really think you can manage that in Fandom?" Bruce asked.

[theotherpeter]

"I'll try my best," Peter said. "And normally, my best does pretty damn well."

[willbethenight]

"Well, better luck to you on that," Bruce said.