14092/Home, sweet home

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Home, sweet home
Date of Scene: 09 February 2023
Location: 5D - Gwen's Greenwich Loft
Synopsis: Peter comes home after being fending off some thugs, unaware of Kraven's interference. Gwen and Peter make dinner plans for Peter's birthday.
Cast of Characters: Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy




Peter Parker has posed:
It is very dark. And very smelly. And very, very loud.

Peter slowly opens his eyes and finds that it is just the same as when they were closed. A veritable thunderstorm of sound is overhead, and he is not sure why because he cannot see anything. And it simply _reeks_. And his ass hurts. Why does his ass hurt?

He experimentally flexes his fingers and his toes, and then sits up. Which is a mistake, as he smacks his head against something hard and metal, with a clank. The thunderstorm moves to the side and then is gone. Puzzling. But he is trapped!

Peter pushes up with all of his strength, and the metal arcs backwards and slams into a brick wall, the shockwaves and sounds of the sudden and tremendous impact reverberating along his body and echoing inside his ears. "Ow," he says, as he slowly realizes the metal was the lid to a dumpster. Why is he in a dumpster?

He pulls himself out, and sees the shoes of the mugger that had been fleeing, webbed to the ground. It seems that while he was taking a nap, the mugger untied them and fled barefoot. But it could not have been too long ago, as the webbing has yet to dissolve.

Pulling himself up, Peter flips over onto the ground, and feels his head again. He looks at the dumpster, and then back at the shoes. He is not quite sure how it happened, but what happened is pretty clear. He had a wave of dizziness and fell from his webbing. From where the dumpster is, it makes sense. He rubs his temple, which is probably bruised from smacking his head against the side of the dumpster, and then he fell in. He's seen trash get thrown away enough to know how those lids just fall into place. And the mugger probably ran off, thinking Spider-man was gone.

He shakes his head for a moment to clear the cobwebs, and goes to fire off a strand of webbing towards where his clothes and camera are webbed up. He misses the mark, and frowns, as another wave of dizziness passes.

"Ok, kids, don't drink and swing," he says to himself.

And so Spider-man walks out towards the end of the alley and waits at the bus stop with a few fellow New Yorkers. He gives a gentle wave, but luckily, none of them ask why he is reduced to having to take the bus.

And one of them is even nice enough to drop his fare in for him!

For some reason, he gets a few rows by himself in the back as the bus kicks into motion. Peter figures maybe it is because they want to grant him privacy. He might think otherwise if his senses, including sense of smell, were not all clouded.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
What really happened? It's mostly a mystery right now. It's not as if Peter gets that tired most of the time with those powers. Maybe there's something wrong with them? Or maybe it's just that exhaustion from working so many hours for JJJ. It catches up with someone when they least expect!

"I don't think it's him." Someone is whispering a few seats apart from Peter, "Probably a drunkard coming out a costume party." "No no, it must be him. He is just like the pictures!" "Well, even superheroes need to get smashed from time to time!"

Then there's laughter from a couple of people on the bus. Loud laughter. Or is it that loud? Hard to know with all that clouding on one's senses.

The run on the bus is currently entering the Village. Already the bus stop for Gwen's place is in sight.

Home.

Peter Parker has posed:
There is a brief grin on the face of Peter Parker beneath the mask. He hears them talking, and although his head is thumping, he knows what his brand is, and what it means to the people of New York.

"Look, the Spider-car has been in the shop since Shocker took out its fender, and every once in a while I forget to change the tanks on my web slingers." He points at a man on the bus sitting with a small grocery bag containing one carton of milk and a roll of salami. "See, you forgot the milk the last time you went to the store, and had to go back for it, right?"

As the bus rolls on, he sees the stop approaching. He does not _exactly_ want people to know where he lives, or where Gwen lives, so he pulls the cord four stops ahead of it. "Alright, thanks for letting me share your ride. Have a great day everyone!"

And then he flips forward, hands and feet going to the top of the bus, and wall-crawls his way to the front. He does a flip off the bus once the door is opened, sticking the landing despite his minor dizziness. "Eat your Wheaties!" he says, pointing to a kid with mouth agape as the bus pulls away.

And then he slips off into the darkness to walk the rest of the way towards Gwen's place unseen. He manages to pull himself together at this point enough to fire off some webbing and get height and come in the usual way. It would NOT do to have Spider-man walk into Gwen's building.

He comes in through the skylight and flops onto the couch. "Honey, I'm home," he murmurs, hoping that Gwen isn't too upset by the smell.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"I still don't think it was him...!" That's the guy that was more adamant about Peter just being a drunkard out of a costume party when Spider-Man flips out of the bus. Some people are just impossible to convince! There's some more laughter from some of the other passengers but most are looking with their jaws open at the backflippin' Spider-Man that was on their bus this evening.

Twitter here we come!

Gwen isn't exactly in sight when Peter comes in. How late is it anyway? Did Peter even check? Yet considering she is stepping out of the bedroom in shorts and a starwars t-shirt along with rubbing at one eye means she might had been asleep. The purple heart pendant dangles down her neck.

"Peter.." She says, "Okkkaaaayyyy, do I even want to ask..?" this about the _smell_ coming out of the man. "Sounds like you had quite the night.."

Well, she is getting used to those. She does the same more often than not!

Peter Parker has posed:
Peter will never get used to the sight of seeing Gwen upside down. Although in this case, the explanation is far more mundane - he is laying with his head over the arm of the couch. But he still smiles as she approaches, his eyes drifting towards the pendant and then back to her face.

"Sorry, I hadn't wanted to wake you," he says. "Was a quiet night, and then I twisted the wrong way while stopping a mugger. Fell into some garbage." He slowly pulls himself up and off the couch and starts to remove the costume. "Let me get this into the wash before it stinks up the whole place."

He strips down to his skivvies tosses the Spider-man suit into the special super hero costume cleaning device he brought over from Kord Co - it works great for his costume, even if his isn't a JANET VAN DYNE ORIGINAL, and then heads back over towards Gwen, smiling warmly to her. "Hopefully tomorrow night is less rough, but just as "quite"," he says, with a grin.

He does not know what tomorrow night will be, but he knows one thing - Peter Parker's 21st Birthday Party will be an evening to remember.

Gwen Stacy has posed:
"I hope this isn't you trying to revive your spiderfails dot com site.." Gwen murmurs when Peter explains what happened, shaking her head slowly and allowing a brief sigh to escape her lips. And while Peter is busy dunking his suit in to the washing machine? She busies herself lighting up a few incense candles to get rid of that smell on the living room.

Yes, she keeps a few handy. It's not like it's the first time this happened to any of them!

"Dinner will be at seven. I booked us a spot at the new Italian that opened last week." she tells Peter. Of course she did. Then a radiant grin on her expression. "And it's bad luck to be wishing you a happy birthday on the day before so ...., you will have to wait till morning for it."

The kind of look she gives Peter is telling.

Peter Parker has posed:
"That was the worst idea ever. What was I thinking, back then?" Peter moans as he looks at her. "I have no idea. Must have been a different person." He laughs. "A person with very bad taste."

He nods slowly as she rattles off detailed. "Seven. Italian. New spot." He laughs again as he slides over towards her, returning the grin. "Bad luck? I don't believe in bad luck." He slips an arm around her waist and leans in to brush his lips against hers. "I've heard of Typical Parker Luck, but the way I see it, that's what brought me to you, and I can't see that as being anything but great."

He sees that look, and he cracks a grin.

"This is going to be the best birthday ever," he says, before giving her a squeeze en route to the bedroom.