Episode 6: Teach Me How To Study
A | 460 Stone St | Day | Open to passersby or housemates
[Peter's eyes snap open. He's lying in bed in his Mayfield house, in that still-unfamiliar bedroom. He's under the covers, the blanket wrapped tightly around his side, fabric digging into his skin a little. He freezes, panicking, remembering his condition. He takes a few slow, careful breaths, noting how easily they come, which is so different than before. He cautiously sits up and looks down at his side, then gingerly removes the blankets from around him. He opens up his pajama shirt and almost cries. His wound isn't there. It's not healed -- there's nothing there. He removes his shirt and examines himself just to be sure and he looks like he's o-- OHGODWHATISTHAT!?!?
.......No, wait, that's... lint.
There's no scar... he's fine. No, better than that: he's alive. Was it all... was it all a bad dream?
The sound of a doorbell makes him jump. When he opens it, a strange package is on his doorstep. Curious, he prods it with his foot; when nothing happens, he steps back inside, comes out with a shoe and throws it at the box. Still nothing. And now he's afraid to get his shoe back.]
[That's where you might see him: in pajamas, shirt askew, one shoe in his hand, Poker-Facing at a nondescript brown box.]
B | High School Classroom | Day | Open to all high school students, teaching staff
[Settle down, young Mayfielder. Peter's about to start his first day as your science teacher. Spit out your gum.]
[Peter is standing in a classroom, feeling uncomfortable and wearing a tie. He's leaning against the blackboard, tapping his fingers on the wall behind him, facing the empty classroom. After the bomb event, he's seeking as much familiarity as he can as he shakes off the PTSD of the horrific past few days. Being in a classroom again reminds him of his old job back home, and it's a welcome distraction from the flashbacks and trauma. Besides, he hasn't actually ever "taught" a class, and seeing what happened to Bucky has made him afraid of being droned.
The bell rings! Students file in, finding seats in the classroom and eyeing Peter suspiciously or in curiosity.]
[Other faculty are more than welcome to pop in too.]