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friendly neighborhood sticky boy ([personal profile] klebrige) wrote in [personal profile] aequitatis 2020-10-30 07:14 pm (UTC)

While riding on a motorcycle doesn't exactly seem all that exciting, the fact that he's being given a ride to school by Captain Freaking America? That's pretty awesome, and he knows for a fact that Ned's brain might actually explode when he shares the news.

The ride doesn't take long but Peter enjoys it for what it is. There's no pretending here, no reason to plaster on a silly smile to cover up the fact that he'd been much closer to Tony Stark than the public could ever know. It gives him some time to recenter himself, so that when they're walking in the courtyard after, he doesn't feel so taken aback, surprised.

"Nah, I mean if they catch me out here detention's really not that big of a deal anyway. I think they're giving a lot of people breaks, with the Blip and all." He shrugs a shoulder and digs a toe into the concrete, kicking a pebble along the walkway. "It's like thirty minutes of watching some videos and we can usually do our homework. Aunt May might yell at me a little but I think she's chilled out a lot. Turns out when you're the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man detention doesn't seem like it's that big of a deal."

He laughs a little and rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. As they walk, they come to a small fountain. It's not turned on, but in the center sits a tiger, the school's mascot, surrounded by stone birds and flora. "Hey, uh. Can I... can I ask you a question?"

Peter doesn't look at Steve as he approaches the fountain and moves to sit up on its edge. He looks across at the back of the school, the campus quiet as all of its students settle into their morning lectures. His phone buzzes and without checking, he knows it will be Ned.

"Does any of this stuff get easier?" His voice goes quiet, as though the fountain itself might overhead. "The uh, the fighting." The part where they lose people. "All the creepy alien stuff and the bad guys. When I found out what I was... I mean, what happened to me, I knew I should use it to do something good, but—" A small intake of breath. "It doesn't feel like enough."

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