voidtreckerexpress | Down came the rain

Who: Peter && OPEN
When: All day of Day 21
What: Peter Parker and his A++ coping skills
WARNINGS: Potentially triggering subjects dealing with metal health, self blaming, past childhood sexual abuse, general anxiety, and dissociative avoidance.

{ A. }

Peter Parker is a smart boy. He might second guess himself a lot more than one might consider healthy but at his core he's a smart boy and he can put it use in the most unhealthy fashion. He knows the trick to hiding when you don't want to be found-you go to places people wouldn't normally think to look for you. Which is exactly what he's done. He woke up some time ago in his bed and quickly left the room as fast he could to hide away from-well everyone. He doesn't really want to be alone but he doesn't want to face anyone. He's hidden himself in the garden car-the air feels a bit fresher here and it's easier to hide. It's not the best hiding spot but it's unlikely anyone will think to look for him here. Or at least, he hopes.

He doesn't like the idea that people could see his dreams-if they could. Those dreams were weird-not out of the ordinary for him but the guest stars were odd. He doesn't even know if his hiding away is justified and just keeps his legs tucket against his chest. He feels exposed. How many people did he see in his dreams? How many know about Skip? How many know about Flash? He should make a public statement-stating that if Flash were to turn up that he's not actually that bad. He's a bit of a jerk but he's not cruel like he had been in the dream. But New arrival day is still aways off and for now he can just hide out. He hears someone coming and quickly moves to hide himself from view a bit better, still not ready to talk to anyone about the mess his life actually is.

{ B. }

Peter has no idea what time it is, but he's been sitting in the same place for far too long-he knows this because his joints are starting to ache. He stretches his legs out a bit-he's been listening to the intercom-listening to people talk and figures they all had weird dreams. Now he really doesn't want to come out of hiding. There was so much in his dreams he'd rather no one had known about. He was always so flippant about getting picked on at school-painting it off like he just didn't really care about getting bullied. He sorta doesn't but he sorta does. He considers that maybe he should get up and try and eat something but there are probably people in the dining car so he doesn't.

{ C. }

He's still not sure what time it is, but a quick focus of his hearing and he thinks the train was quieted down enough to indicate most people have probably gone to bed. Good for them, he hopes they sleep well. He sure isn't. He finally get up from where he's been sitting all day and stretches towards the ceiling, feeling his bones creak and crack in protest. He definitely sat for too long but he's not too worried about it. What he is worried about is his incredibly empty stomach that he hasn't bother to feel all day. It's angry now and leads him right to the kitchen to find something to eat-even if it's just some pasta. He starts in on making some macaroni and cheese before pulling a monster from his stash and cracking it open. Other people might have decided to just sleep it off, but not Peter. No, he's trying plot out a way he'll never have to sleep again. He takes a long swig of his energy drink and slinks back to the kitchen to check on the progress of the pasta.

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There are some people she is avoiding, but Peter is not one of those people. She remembers the dreams she shared with him. Both his dreams probably, one where she fought his enemy and one where he was dreaming of the ER and spiders.

She had been looking for him most of the day. He wasn't in the dressing compartment, or the quiet coach or the games carriage or the kitchen.

So she was going through each carriage looking, when she spotted him in the gardens. She approached cautiously.

"If that do be being what school do be being like I do be being glad it do no be existing in my world."

Would the temple be like that? She was pretty sure it wouldn't be. It wouldn't have stupid people like that there.

By the time she's found him his spirits are a little higher but he's still sitting in the garden car, avoiding the others and lost in his own thoughts. He hears her coming but doesn't really acknowledge it until he hears her voice. He looks up at her, he's not crying but the look on his face-the lack of the usual spark in his eyes might give away that he's not nearly as happy or cheerful as he normally is-or at the very least, pretends to be.

At her comment though, he can't help smile a little, he can't blame her for that. He scoots over a little to allow her room to join him. "It's not. Not usually. I mean, you do get in trouble if you bring a knife to school." He tells her, nudging her gently with his elbow if she's come to sit closer. "But no, uh... Flash actually isn't that bad-like my school has what they call a.. 'zero tolerance for bullying' thing that mostly keeps him in check. Doesn't stop him from tripping me down the stairs sometime but hey, no one's perfect."

She joined him, wrinkling her nose at the nudging. School sounded pretty stupid. "If they did be letting you be having knives then he would no be being a problem at all." She pointed out.

If they had zero tolerance for bullying then there should be no tripping down the stairs. Or.

"You did be saying he did be being running you over with a car. They should be having zero tolerance for that."

She had no idea what a zero tolerance for bullying thing meant, but she assumed it meant punishment. And that boy had deserved punishing.

Peter doesn't disagree. He likes learning new things but he's not too fond of school over all. He can't help the small snort of laughter at her comment and then just sighs fondly. "That's kinda why they don't want knives at school-they don't want anyone getting hurt." he explains, reminding himself that her world's society is nothing near like his.

"They would, but unless he does it front of a teacher? Probably not gonna happen. I could tell on him, I guess but there's this ancient proverb where I'm from-I think I mentioned it to you once but- Snitches get Stitches." He says, tone a lot lighter than he actually feels. "Besides, his dad's a huge donor for our school and I'm there because I passed a test that said I was smart enough to not have to pay. That's the thing-In my world it's really complicated-Money controls everything. So even if someone does something bad-with a enough money they can sweep it under the rug. "

Telling on him would make him a snitch it is true. But stabbing him would solve his problems. His world was stupid.

But she nodded sagely at his next words, it making sense finally. His dad had given money to the school and Peter hadn't.

"Money do be controlling in my world too. If you do be having money you can be making guards be looking the other way." It was the way things worked, she wasn't surprised it was the same in his world.

"If you do no be having money they will no even be letting you in the bakers to buy bread because they do be saying you will be stealing their honeycakes." She grumbled. Alright so she had tried to steal the honey cakes. But the principle still stood.

He kinda lives in a world where stabbing people is heavily frowned on though, not that he would even if it wasn't. Peter nods in understanding-he's heard of kids getting discriminated against in shops. He's still really curious about these honey cakes and wonders if maybe he should ask for a pack of honey buns to see if they're similar at all. Probably not as good due to the fact honey buns are all manufactured in a factory but maybe if it's close he could get her a whole pack of them?

"Uh... so listen, if Flash does ever show up here, please promise me you won't stab him." He decides to tell her. "I mean, he's a huge jerk and has been for years but he doesn't deserve to be stabbed-he's not actually not that bad. Dreams kinda exaggerate things and I can handle Flash. I don't really know what his problem is but I think it has something to do with the fact people think I'm smarter than him." Which he is but that's not really something he thinks about a lot.

She wrinkles her nose. He deserved to be stabbed and Peter is too soft. He is always too soft and mister Stark is right, it's going to get him killed one day. But she's not his teacher, so it's not her fault he's not trained right. It is her problem though, because he is her friend. She sighed. "We can be dealing with that if he do be showing up."

Because if he was a problem at Peter's school he would be a bigger problem on the train and she couldn't promise not to stab him. It might be necessary. Not that she necessarily cared about promises, they were just words. But she'd rather not break them, especially ones made to Peter.

"Of course you do be smarter than him, you do be smarter than everyone even when you do be being stupid. I did no be meeting such a smart stupid person in my life before."

"God, I hope not." He groans at the thought. "That'd be hella awkward for so many reasons-pretty sure Gwen would deck him and then there's the whole awkwardness of 'hey, I know you've been making my life a living hell since third grade, but I'm actually Spider-Man." He rubs at his temples, praying the multiverse would at least not bring Flash here.

He can't help but laugh at her next words though, taking a good few moments as just can't seem to stop. He sucks in a breath and wipes a tear away from his eyes. "Aww, you're so sweet." He tells her, some of that cheer returned as his eyes don't look quite as dull. "I'm glad we're friends." He tells her, a small grin on his face again. "Even if you do like to stab people."

Personally she thought it would be good for this Flash to know Peter was spiderman, it would teach him a lesson and even if Peter thought he needed to keep his identity secret in his own world he didn't here.

She smiled as he looked more like his usual self. "I do be being glad we do be being friends too." She told him, "Even if you do no be liking stabbing people."

She tries not to judge him too harshly on that.

And he tries not to judge her too harshly that she does like to stab people. He really wishes she wouldn't but cultural difference is a thing and it's kinda too late for that now, probably. All he can really hope to do is maybe try to get her to think for herself-let her her decide what she wants to do.

He laughs a little at her comment, the absurdity of it hitting him a little funny. "Thanks, it's always nice to have friends who like you for who really are."

Down came the rain

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