Green Gardens - Dated to May 29
May. 31st, 2018 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
close_to_the_groundPeter Parker is not impressed.
Mr. Stark took away his suit, again. Okay, maybe not really, but he's 100% without suit once again. Apparently it was 'ripped up' and 'embarrassing' and Tony had 'accidentally' thrown it in the fireplace with promises to find Peter a better replacement.
So now he's ditched Liz at the prom, battled her dad, had a building imploded on his head, crashed a Stark Jet and been spirited away to a pocket universe where he barfed in front of Tony Stark. And he's somehow an orphan an entire other time over and he learned that vampires are real which would be way better if he weren't exhausted and dressed in what he really thinks are lady's pajama bottoms despite Mr. Stark's assurances. They're just really, really pink. He'd be more mortified about passing out at Mr. Stark's place like a baby, clutching his web shooters like a lovie but he just can't quite get there.
The bed is insanely comfortable.
Or it was? It's kind of scratchy, actually. And damp? Oh God, oh God did he pee the bed?
He bolts up, squinting up at like, Jane Austen's house or something and holy shit if he just got zapped somewhere entirely new he's going to freak so, so hard.
Mr. Stark took away his suit, again. Okay, maybe not really, but he's 100% without suit once again. Apparently it was 'ripped up' and 'embarrassing' and Tony had 'accidentally' thrown it in the fireplace with promises to find Peter a better replacement.
So now he's ditched Liz at the prom, battled her dad, had a building imploded on his head, crashed a Stark Jet and been spirited away to a pocket universe where he barfed in front of Tony Stark. And he's somehow an orphan an entire other time over and he learned that vampires are real which would be way better if he weren't exhausted and dressed in what he really thinks are lady's pajama bottoms despite Mr. Stark's assurances. They're just really, really pink. He'd be more mortified about passing out at Mr. Stark's place like a baby, clutching his web shooters like a lovie but he just can't quite get there.
The bed is insanely comfortable.
Or it was? It's kind of scratchy, actually. And damp? Oh God, oh God did he pee the bed?
He bolts up, squinting up at like, Jane Austen's house or something and holy shit if he just got zapped somewhere entirely new he's going to freak so, so hard.
