Owner	Pose
Peter Parker	After what happened, it was probably no surprise that he was here at King's Landing Scrap Yard. It wasn't what he expected how it would go. No screaming matches, no building resentment, no snarky remarks...it was really very civil. But in the end, Peter Parker walked away from Kara Danvers a single, unattached guy. So here he was, punching a heavy bag filled with lead shot, trying to go over what went wrong...if it had been his fault. Because it usually was.
Susan Sullivan	Susan keeps her store-bought dowel upright while she's walking through pedestrian traffic. When she gets to King's Landing, however, she swings it up and over her shoulders. She then puts both her arms up on it like Little John. She walks through the wrecks of cars and stuff. She might want to talk to Spider-Man about a project with all this scrap metal around. She knows how to weld, after all.     When she saw Spider-Man, she immediately knew something was wrong. While Spidey was all about training, she'd never once seen him punching something. Why do that for strength training when one could swing like he could on webs around the city? That was much more fun. "Peter!" she says, cheerfully, still a dozen yards away from him. She jogs toward him, flipping her staff off of her shoulders and tossing it aside like a Dodger who just hit a home run.
Peter Parker	Peter stood up, stopped punching the bag, and turned to look at Susan. He looked a little...distant, disconnected. Then she could see the bruised knuckles, and for a moment, he looked...dangerous, in some way. Then he blinked, and she could see the intelligence and personality flow into him from somewhere, and he smiled, waving. He looked up to see his black-and-blue knuckles and upper fingers, and the smile turned apologetic. "Uhhh...hey, Susan. Been awhile, there...how've you been doing?"
Susan Sullivan	Susan's expression quickly changes to one of concern. She slows before he comes to his senses. When he greets her, she walks more carefully toward him. "Hey, Pete," she says. "Are you okay?" She reaches out her hands, palms up, invitingly. Just like when she helped his hands heal when they were broken.
Peter Parker	Peter blinked again, then comprehension joined in and he placed his hands in hers. "Uhhhh...no. No, I guess I'm not. Something happened. I...I had a talk with Kara, after not seeing her for weeks. I...we talked...about us. It wasn't an argument...it wasn't a screaming match. I dunno if it would have been better if it had been either of those. But...she said she and I spent too much time apart, we were becoming strangers in our own relationship. We...just couldn't be together enough to make it work. Being apart for so long, with our schedules...our goals...our obligations. It was just...better if we parted, to end what was an already-deteriorating relationship." He rubbed his face with one hand. "I'd have argued if I chose to ignore the truth. Nothing she said was untrue. So...for each other's sake...we chose to downgrade the relationship to 'Friends-Only.'"
Susan Sullivan	The flow of qi through Peter's hands makes them hurt worse as they start to try to heal, though that was followed by endorphines. Susan's eyes are watering as Peter finishes his story. "Oh, Peter," she says. She doesn't ask, but moves in and hugs him tightly, her arms around his shoulders. That's all she says as her heart breaks for him.
Peter Parker	Peter hugs back gently. Words temporarily failed him for a few minutes. Finally, he stepped back slightly to look at Susan, giving a deep sigh. "It's a little anticlimactic at how...CIVIL it all was. No one was cheating or anything. No one was abusive in any way. No one was stealing or gossiping or being unfair. We even...shook hands." He looked down at his hands. "I...never seem to have any of the traditional breakup experiences..."
Susan Sullivan	Susan crosses her arms awkwardly over her chest. She clearly hurts as Peter hurts. "I really wish I knew what to say," she says. "I've never...um...never had a breakup, so all I see is my best friend hurting. I don't know what to do. I really want to fix it, but I can't."
Peter Parker	Peter sighs. "This is one of those things that takes time. There's no quick fix. No pill to cure this ill. I just...have to accept it, learn to live with it. And to move on. Even though it hurts like Hell right now, there are still people out there who need help. So tomorrow...I get up, pull the suit on and go do it again..."
Susan Sullivan	Susan nods. "Okay," she says. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. "Peter," she says almost hesitantly. "Would you mind if I came and cooked you something? I don't know if that will help," she admits. "I'm trying to follow my instincts, here."
Peter Parker	Peter smiled thoughtfully. "Actually, that sounds pretty nice. I would suggest going to Aunt May and telling her you know...and that you'd like to work with her in making a dinner together?"
Susan Sullivan	Susan smiles again. She might not be able to fix it, but at least she can do something to help. "Do you like Chinese?" she asks. Or maybe a Chinese-Irish fusion dish? No! Bad brain! Down!
Peter Parker	Peter smiles. "I like most type of cuisine. Which is why I suggest offering to work with Aunt May. She also likes to try new dishes and might like the idea of making Chinese dishes with you."
Susan Sullivan	Susan nods. "Okay," she says. She gestures toward Peter's hands. "Could you maybe take it easy for a bit, though? I know it hurts, but hurting yourself won't make it better. I know you heal well, but my heart breaks a little when things like that are self-inflicted."
Peter Parker	Peter sighed. "Sorry...I kinda zoned out. Trying to think if I did something wrong and Kara was just too gracious to tell me. Sometimes my thought processes are like mice on exercise wheels. A lot of energy expended, but you don't really GET anywhere." He smiles encouragingly. "I'll be fine. I just need to get myself together, work it out in my mind...and to keep from blaming Kara for anything. It's no one's fault, really."
Susan Sullivan	"Yeah," Susan says, nodding, though it's kind of an idle nod. "Hey!" she says, perking up. "I want to build a car from scratch." She gestures around. "There's more than enough material, here. Will you help me? It'll keep your mind occupied and hopefully keep you from hurting your hands again."
Peter Parker	Peter looks surprised, then amused. "Looking for a particular make and model, or are you planning on making a Frankenstein's Monster Truck?"
Susan Sullivan	"Oh, definitely gonna frankenstein," Susan says. Her smile broadens. "Can't you tell I'm an EVIL GENIUS?" She reaches out and takes Peter's wrist, leading him to the junkers to discuss specifics.