Day 56: Weigal Street
Peter felt like life had thrown a rancid watermelon at his face. Everything had just exploded.
Sakura was really cool. There was no qualms on the Sakura front. He had actually enjoyed getting to sit down and talk theories and science and ninja madness and do so with someone who was legitimately interested in talking back. It was a rare thing around here that someone was as info hungry as Peter Parker.
No, that wasn't the problem. Peter had two major quandaries on his hands. One, Senna was missing. Her sword had poofed its way into Scott's hands last night and no one had seen her around today. At all. Peter swallowed a lump and prayed for her to be comatose back at the institute, because he could not handle the thought of losing another friend to this crap pile. Especially not Senna. She was one of the first people he'd met here, and one of the most vivacious. She challenged him to a hot dog eating contest, for cripe's sake. No one else here had the stones to do that - and pull it off without seeming like a cornball. She was one of the good people, and one of the last names on the list of patients that needed to go.
He'd wait another day. Try another note tomorrow, when they weren't stuck in town. Maybe look for her roommate.
The second problem was Luke Skywalkasasdjkj.
Peter couldn't even think it. It was just...no no no no, it was so unfair that Luke had to be here. Luke was screwed. Screwed from his head to his toes. He was going to get his fourth wall bulldozed within five seconds of setting foot in the town. And Peter, genius that he was, was now impersonating a member of the Rebel Alliance on the bulletin board just to convince Luke that aliases were in this season. And now Luke wanted to meet him.
Stupid! Gaaugh!!
Indy was right. Well. Sort of. He was right that Peter couldn't protect him forever, and that his attempts to shelter Luke were groan-worthy at best. But he was wrong about the fiction thing not being a big deal. Indy could get away with deluding himself into thinking his films were all just nifty little biopics that came out years and years later. Luke Skywalker did not have that luxury. His films didn't even take place on Earth. Much less any set time period, past or future.
Peter scowled as he moved about town, meandering down streets with no care for direction or purpose. Today, man. Today could go suck on a...something Aunt May would frown at him for saying. Peter kicked at a pebble of ice, sending it skittering into the gutter and shattering upon impact.
[For his BESTEST BUDDY EVER OMG, the Doctor.]
Sakura was really cool. There was no qualms on the Sakura front. He had actually enjoyed getting to sit down and talk theories and science and ninja madness and do so with someone who was legitimately interested in talking back. It was a rare thing around here that someone was as info hungry as Peter Parker.
No, that wasn't the problem. Peter had two major quandaries on his hands. One, Senna was missing. Her sword had poofed its way into Scott's hands last night and no one had seen her around today. At all. Peter swallowed a lump and prayed for her to be comatose back at the institute, because he could not handle the thought of losing another friend to this crap pile. Especially not Senna. She was one of the first people he'd met here, and one of the most vivacious. She challenged him to a hot dog eating contest, for cripe's sake. No one else here had the stones to do that - and pull it off without seeming like a cornball. She was one of the good people, and one of the last names on the list of patients that needed to go.
He'd wait another day. Try another note tomorrow, when they weren't stuck in town. Maybe look for her roommate.
The second problem was Luke Skywalkasasdjkj.
Peter couldn't even think it. It was just...no no no no, it was so unfair that Luke had to be here. Luke was screwed. Screwed from his head to his toes. He was going to get his fourth wall bulldozed within five seconds of setting foot in the town. And Peter, genius that he was, was now impersonating a member of the Rebel Alliance on the bulletin board just to convince Luke that aliases were in this season. And now Luke wanted to meet him.
Stupid! Gaaugh!!
Indy was right. Well. Sort of. He was right that Peter couldn't protect him forever, and that his attempts to shelter Luke were groan-worthy at best. But he was wrong about the fiction thing not being a big deal. Indy could get away with deluding himself into thinking his films were all just nifty little biopics that came out years and years later. Luke Skywalker did not have that luxury. His films didn't even take place on Earth. Much less any set time period, past or future.
Peter scowled as he moved about town, meandering down streets with no care for direction or purpose. Today, man. Today could go suck on a...something Aunt May would frown at him for saying. Peter kicked at a pebble of ice, sending it skittering into the gutter and shattering upon impact.
[For his BESTEST BUDDY EVER OMG, the Doctor.]