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Who: Peter and OTA
Where: Varies
When: Apple Day 19 - 23
What: Peter ~~moping~~ wandering about the train, doing spider-kid stuff.
Warnings: Language?? Warnings will be added as needed.

{ Dining Car - Mornings }

Peter misses breakfast prep as he'd done the other week but he'll be around for lunch and dinner. In the mornings he makes his way into the dinning car for breakfast by late morning. He's a mess-his hair is uncombed, he's still in his pajamas and not bothering to wear socks or shoes. He puts entirely too much sugar in his coffee but the train still doesn't have energy drinks and he's gotta wake up somehow so a whole lot of sugar-coated caffeine it is.

He lets out long yawn and rubs at his face before taking a drink of of his coffee flavored sugar and then lays his head on the table, in a matter of minutes he's dozing lightly. Feel free to wake him.

{ Dining Car - Afternoon }

Peter's got a deck of cards to keep him entertained while they're on the train for who knows how long again. He gets bored easily so as a way to pass the time he's just sitting up in the dining car playing solitaire. He frowns at some of the face cards because they're not your typical King, Queen and Jack. He might be reading too much into it, but do these cards provide some kind of clue as to who put them on this train.

"Boiler man..." He turns the card over. Is there another part of the train they haven't gotten to? These cards suggest there's a driver and a conductor and here they were all thinking they were one and the same. "...Where would be boiler be? Near the engine?"

{ Dressing Car - Afternoon after lunch }

Having eaten plenty for lunch, Peter can be found in the dressing car in hammock made out of his webfluid. Not the best use of his webshooters when he's only got so much fluid left but he missed his hammocks. He's up in a corner of the ceiling, one leg hanging off the side as he reads a book. It's a lot better than he'd expected it to be but then again, maybe he should judge books just because some weird train store gave it to him as a random book.

{ Tony's Work Space - Later afternoon (Might Feature Tony Stark himself!) }

After a nice nap in his web hammock, Peter's made his way to the car Tony's taken over. He's not allowed in the work space without Tony being present-not since the incident back home so Tony himself is somewhere in the room while Peter tried to work on a new web fluid.

He's got his tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrates on mixing chemicals together. So far, all he's managed to make is a mess. There's a few splotches on his side of something that looks like it might be wet toilet paper on the counter and a vial has been knocked over but it was empty so it's fine.

He adds a couple of drops to his concoction only to have it change colors. He frowns. "Well that's not gonna work." He dumps it out in the sink and then scribbles in his notebook where he has 'Web Fluid 4.0' written at the top.

{ Cabin 1A - Early, Early in the morning on the 21st day | CW: Claustrophobia, Mentions of Skip Westcott and past abuse but nothing graphic }

Peter's hit what he refers to as a 'crash day' which means pretty much right after dinner he crawled into his bunk and crashed. It's the first crash day he's really had since they started this journey so he's happy to just let sleep happen.

That is, until a familiar nightmare hits. He's back under that warehouse, facing Toomes again with those wings crashing into the support pillars and the whole thing comes crashing down on top of him. He can't move. He can't breathe-he struggles against the cement blocks pinning him into place but they feel heavier than he remembers.

He calls out for help-someone's gotta be nearby, right? Someone will come help. He tries again, still struggling to try and get free. He hears someone approaching and lets out sigh of relief.

'What did I tell you about shouting like that, Einstein?'

The nightmare doesn't go any further as his eyes snap open and he takes a large gasp of air. Where-he takes in several breaths, just glancing around the cabin.

"Oh god..." He mutters to himself as he starts to realise it was just a nightmare. "Oh god..." He rubs his watering eyes with his hand. "Shit..."

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Now it's hard to hide a momentary smirk. It's not like she hasn't seen adult soldiers in the same situation, but she'd never put herself in such a position, surely.

"Sleeping poorly?" she asks, an eyebrow raised.

Peter rubs his forehead and then takes another drink of coffee.

"Um.. yeah, actually. Pretty much always." He takes another drink, wondering how long it'll be before he'll even see another can of red bull or monster. "I'm uh Peter, by the way. Peter Parker. Nice to meet you."

Energy drinks aren't good at her age. Or his age. Or any age. Not that she's ever been as worried about long term health as about immediate performance, but there's nothing to put that immediate performance towards here yet. "I would suggest you see a specialist, but... we'd be very lucky to have one of those here."

Which means that there's also no one here to have a professional opinion on her issues. Ah well. "Ple Two. Just arrived with the newer group."

Don't tell him Energy Drinks aren't good for him. He gets enough of that from Mr Stark. He'll give up energy drinks when he's dead and in the ground.

"Yeah, I tried that for-well a few sessions. Didn't really work. Yeah, I haven't met a lot of the newer peeps-I've kinda haven't really been up to talking to anyone. I'm feeling better now though! A little."

Which will happen sooner when he has a heart attack.

"I'm concerned if this is 'better'." So mark this one down as a liability if things get dangerous, at least for the time being. Even if he also has some kind of unique tool on hand.

...can't be much less useful than an unarmed child like her, as much as it bothers her.

Peter shrugs it off and takes another sip of coffee.

"Ah the train isn't so bad-boring maybe-like really boring-but it's fine. There's usually something to do. Tell Mr Stark if you get bored, he'll give you a list."

"He's not in charge in any formal capacity, but he's taken charge, hasn't he?" He doesn't have the kind of charisma her old 'boss' did, but that wouldn't be as useful with a small, rag-tag group that has so much downtime.

She has to respect that, and how he's willing to get his hands dirty. "There are tasks beyond our assigned chores?"

"Oh yeah. I mean-He's Tony Stark-he's usually in charge." And Peter happens to know that Tony can be a little bit of a control freak. Okay, he can be a huge control freak.

"Probably. I haven't really told Mr Stark about being bored recently because every time I do he comes up with like five things I can do instead."

"So you already knew him then." Well at least someone here is familiar with someone else from before showing up, but if anyone she knows arrives here it'll be... awkward? Awkward. No matter who, no matter the faction.

"I might need to tell him I'm bored, because I might actually find myself that bored."

"Yeah, he's my mentor-back home, I mean. I mean he's still my mentor here but-oh you get what I mean." He gives up on words and takes another drink of coffee.

"He's either in one of the quiet cars where's decided to put together a lab or in the medical car where he's also taken over as a lab." Peter shrugs. "But he might come up soon, he usually does around this time because it's when I wake up."

Peter is certainly a young man with a habit of talking faster than he thinks. "No objections to any of this, I assume?" It seems as though he could just silence anyone who challenges him on it, but that doesn't strike her as a solution he'd readily lean on.

He is that. And considering that his mind is constantly racing that might actually be a terrifying concept.

"Objections to what? You helping Mr Stark? He'd love the help, and I'm not actually allowed in his lab if he's not there-I mean I wasn't back home and I just kinda assumed that carries over to the train as well."

"From the other passengers, I mean, or from those who brought us here - that he's taken over parts of those two cars." Apparently not, he didn't even consider that might be her meaning. "I'm interested in his technology though. I might just do that."

"Oh! uh... no one's said anything so far." Peter says casually. "At least that I'm aware of-most people just listen to him 'cause he's Tony Stark." He shrugs.

"Actually, when he first got here, the dressing car smelled really strongly of Lavender-which I'm allergic too and had an incident he threatened the conductor over the network and now it smells really good in there. No one wants to cross Iron Man."

Obeying someone based off of reputation and status is familiar to her, at least, so she can roll with that while trying to figure out if he's worth it.

"'Iron Man'. That's some sort of nickname?" Not a bad one, although the armor was apparently titanium so she could totally call him out on that if she wanted to take a dig at him.

"Yeah-it's his superhero name. I mean, technically it's titanium alloy 'cause Iron's not light-not really practical for uh.. flying." He explains hurriedly for no real reason other than general anxiety because she didn't ask what the suit was made of. "Although now I think it's uh Vibranium and nanobots or... something. Anyways, It's really impressive."

"Superhero?" Pop culture was not a part of her education - if anything she's probably more familiar with operas, befitting her master's affectations. "Titanium would make sense, regardless, from alloys that I've heard of at least."

She should ask though. "Flight as well, though... what kind of energy source does it have?"

"It's an arc reactor-it runs on a synthesized version of vibranium that he makes-Mr Stark Makes, I mean." Peter explains, scooting closer to the table and ready to just talk about all the science behind the Iron Man suit if she lets him.

"He used to use palladium but that was like, really bad and poisons your blood so he synthesized vibranium which is strongest metal on earth and also the most versatile. It's insane what all you can do with vibranium. It's also really rare-or it was-but apparently, this county in Africa, Wakanda has a bunch of the stuff? And they're opened up trades with the rest of the world-which is super cool-I got work with it and it was awesome-in liquid form it like binds to everything."

Palladium - familiar! Vibranium - not so much. Ple Two can't really speak to Palladium's poison content, but even a less toxic substance can build up if you're in sufficient constant contact. "It sounds like he made a good decision to go to the effort to synthesize this substance."

Ple Two would like to know more about this 'vibranium' so she can take it home and make really cool giant robots.

"And it seems like it's very versatile." Following Peter's sentences is a trail, though.