This had to be one of the stupidest things that had ever happened to him. Having lived in New York his whole life, Peter knew how the city worked. He'd had his pocket picked before. He'd nearly been mugged. He'd definitely been caught in a bad part of town at the wrong time. This one just topped it all though. It wasn't the end of the world, ( Read more... )

*Sends Nathan a picture message of a snowball, with accompanying text*

splat.  got u.

Nathan had been in his room all afternoon, steadily working on his history project.  But he promised that he'd play with Peter a bunch of times, with the same tag on the end, "As soon as I'm done".  But 'done' wasn't happening soon enough for Peter ( Read more... )

Peter got off work and headed over to Nathan's house, still in his paramedic uniform.  He gave Nathan a bad time for living on take-out, but in reality, Peter had been doing the same thing lately.  It wasn't that he couldn't cook, but he was tired by the time he got home and his fridge was.. well, empty.  But sitting at home alone with take-out was ( Read more... )

Even when he was at the Company, even with the pills to negate his abilities, Peter still had dreams, and most of them were disturbing. He had always had vivid dreams, even as a kid. Not always nightmares and not always telling of something, just colorful and vivid dreams. He had a very active imagination, open to all kinds of suggestion ( Read more... )

Peter wasn't really sure why he didn't like thunder, but it had always been there since childhood.  It made him want to hide under some blankets, even as an adult.  It was just one of those irrational fears that he had never been able to control.  For some people it was clowns, or flying, and for Peter it was thunder ( Read more... )