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Peter Parker ([personal profile] hashtagparkerluck) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckerexpress2019-08-30 03:02 pm

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Who: Tony and Peter
What: Tony and Peter need to have a Talk after the party incident
Where: Cabin 1A
When: Morning-ish Apple 30


Peter didn't really move from his bed all day the twenty-ninth day. The initial hangover, luckily didn't last too long-a blessing from his super Metabolism, maybe. But his senses had been on overdrive during that time. Eleven was bad enough but that felt like a seventeen or eighteen. Needless to say, after dealing with nightmare, he just feeling completely drained and only got up once or twice for a few cups of water and to go the bathroom.

Day thirty dawns and Peter still manages to sleep well past noon-it's a sharp knock on the door that pulls him from his sleep and he's suddenly bummed he can't use his webs to pull the door open. He lets out a sigh and climbs down from the bunk to pull the door open, he's in his pajamas, a bit pale still and his hair is, as anyone might have guessed, a mess.

"Mr Stark!" He squeaks, back up and leaving the door open to let him in.
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2019-08-31 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good guy, I hope not!" Tony snaps, pausing in his walk to give Peter a stern look. "If you even think about drinking again I'll put your head in a blender."

The last comment though has him stopping completely and turning around. "How do you get bored? Really? Are we free? Can we go home? Do you have web fluid yet? If you're bored work on those. Maybe you've forgotten how to be productive.. I'll help you remember how."
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[personal profile] runs_on_batteries 2019-09-05 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He was going to help with Peter's 'problem'. He needed to also come up with additional consequences if the kid didn't do those chores.

It doesn't take them long to find string, paper, and a pen. Tony jotes down a note on the paper, strings it up, and- ta da!- slips it over Peter's head. He nods with approval.