Hey, don’t worry - none taken. You’re right, you don’t know anything about me. For all you know, I could be an exceptionally charming and handsome twenty-something who’s said all of this specifically to earn your trust.
Or I could be an exceptionally charming and handsome national disgrace.
Sure. It's -- a little more complicated than the short version, but I got accused of plagiarizing my doctorate, which got revoked, and apparently it's a little embarrassing (who knew) for a newspaper to employ a science editor who's got a plagiarism scandal hanging over his head AND no doctorate.
The outcome wasn't undeserved.
Which means: jury's out on handsome and charming, but a guy's ego can only take so many blows.
I didn't take responsibility for something that I should have, which led to the accusation. So, honestly? It doesn't matter if I did or didn't, I still messed up.
[ doc ock completed peter's doctorate whilst in his body. it wasn't peter's doctorate at all :( so, not plagiarised but still NOT EXACTLY HARD EARNED. ]
Oh, man... That means I've got to try and be charming in person. I might have set myself up for failure, here.
Maybe, maybe not. Here I guess it’s more a case of acknowledgement, but even so I don’t want to fall into the trap of thinking the things that are important back home no longer matter.
My usual trick is to offer coffee as a distraction from the company, but unfortunately the coffee here can be best described as 'hot' comma 'liquid', further comma 'mildly caffeinated', so...
[ peter's not expecting a knock at his door, even if the question and ensuing silence implies that maybe, just maybe allie too lives in the invincible — which is the long way of saying that the knock makes him jump. he doesn't tend to spend a whole lot of time in his room, which means that he he either doesn't get that many visitors, or often isn't there when anyone comes to visit him.
there's a slight delay before he gets to the door — habit has him checking to make sure that anything that might give him away as spider-man is hidden out of sight (suit? shoved unceremoniously at the back of a drawer; webshooters? well, he's wearing those, underneath a long-sleeved t-shirt, and they're small enough that if someone does catch sight of them, he can laugh, awkwardly, and wave them off as fitness trackers he wears out of ... sentimental value? sure, maybe.)
blonde — teenager? young adult. shorter than he is, petite. does he recognise her? maybe, in a vague 'in passing' kind of way. his expression shifts from surprise to confusion to thought and then, possibly, realisation— ]
[ It had been a long time since Allie had done anything without agonizing over what could go wrong first. She didn't trust people, not because she was paranoid by nature but because her life leading up to Beacon had taught her she couldn't. There's no hesitation when she sees the room number on her device, however, Allie not even bothering to run her fingers through her long wavy hair in an attempt to look presentable. She simply acts, and it's only when she's standing outside his room that she begins to second guess herself.
Notably however, it's not Peter that has her shifting uncertainly at his door. It's the silence that immediately answers that knock. The movement she thinks she might hear in the room beyond but the lack of door opening has her thinking she may have crossed some invisible line. Especially in a place where things get weird before you have a chance to establish sense of normalcy.
Her weight shifts as she rocks from her heels to the balls of her feet. Allie glancing up the hallway then allowing her gaze to flit to her device. A grimace beginning to form and just as she's about to disappear back to her room? The door opens and a vaguely familiar face is staring at her.
Pulling in a steady breath, Allie opens her mouth to speak. The words stalling on her tongue as it sticks to the rood of her mouth. ]
After. [ The lines of anxiety that twisted her features smooth at as she exhales. The bare hint of a smile playing across her lips as she forces the tension out of her shoulders. ] If you add the milk first then the tea doesn't have a chance to steep.
[ That would be a yes. ]
I'm... in 206. So. [ Just in case you think she's a stalker now, Peter? She's not. Really. She swears. ]
[ there's a breath of a pause and peter eyes allie for one second, then two, and then he laughs — it's good-natured and not directed as her so much as all of it: the explanation about the tea, the slight hesitance and then the clarification that they're basically neighbours.
(what're the odds?)
he stops and runs a hand through his hair — it errs on the naturally messy side, something he'd, as a teenager, tried to combat with a little too much vigorous styling before eventually giving up on that venture. (there was no winning against mask hair.) ] Right. That makes sense. [ a beat and a quirk of a smile, and he shifts his weight to lean against the doorframe, expression shifting into something that manages to sit between self-awareness and mild consideration. ] I'm a scientist, I probably should've been able to figure that out — but maybe that's why I'm minus a doctorate and gainful employment.
[ another pause, and he looks almost sheepish, before: ] So, hey, I guess. I'm Peter. It's good to meet you in person. I think this is where I'm supposed to invite you for tea, but I'm going to guess you're well-acquainted with the offerings, so I don't know if it's an offer you're going to want to take me up on. Instead, I'll just segue into admitting I mostly drink the coffee because if I don't, I get grouchy.
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[ She realizes how that sounds at least. ]
No offense meant there but the truth is I don't really know you.
[ But she'd like to be able to trust Peter, so that's a start. ]
1/2
Or I could be an exceptionally charming and handsome national disgrace.
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...Half true, maybe.
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[ It's a real shame he can't see the rare grin he's managed to bring out at this moment.
Does she get points for thinking that is the one thing that's least likely to be true? ]
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Infamous would be the competent version.
Which is my way of saying it’s true, yes. I recently got fired very spectacularly and very publicly.
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[ In other words. Yep. She'd been joking. Clearly it had backfired. ]
Can I ask what happened?
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The outcome wasn't undeserved.
Which means: jury's out on handsome and charming, but a guy's ego can only take so many blows.
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[ It's not a question because for whatever reason, she doesn't automatically believe he did. ]
For what it's worth? The charm translates through text. I can't speak to the other but I'm happy to pretend I can for your ego's sake if that helps?
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[ doc ock completed peter's doctorate whilst in his body. it wasn't peter's doctorate at all :( so, not plagiarised but still NOT EXACTLY HARD EARNED. ]
Oh, man... That means I've got to try and be charming in person. I might have set myself up for failure, here.
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[ She's catching on with a lot of things that seem out there by her worlds standards but even that would be a leap for her to comprehend. ]
I guess you better start practicing then.
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That sounds like you’re going to score me.
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[ Look. Tone is hard in text but emotes help. She hopes. ]
I'll make it easy. A simple thumbs up or thumbs down. How about that?
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...Maybe it's part of my ploy to seem relatably self-deprecating on top of handsome and charming?
[ don't call him out like that! GOSH. ]
Hoo boy, that's very cutthroat. No 1-10, with room for improvement?
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Maybe she just thinks you need to take a compliment. ]
I'd offer to grade on a curve but I think that's making it too easy for you.
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I'm sure you're going to do just fine.
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So: thanks for the compliment-slash-tip. I guess we’ll see how much of this turns out to be an insidious ruse.
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I look forward to it. I think? ;)
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Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
I'm in the Invincible if you need anything.
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[ Just. Give her a moment here. ]
What floor?
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2nd. 208.
How could I not?
L A U G H S
there's a slight delay before he gets to the door — habit has him checking to make sure that anything that might give him away as spider-man is hidden out of sight (suit? shoved unceremoniously at the back of a drawer; webshooters? well, he's wearing those, underneath a long-sleeved t-shirt, and they're small enough that if someone does catch sight of them, he can laugh, awkwardly, and wave them off as fitness trackers he wears out of ... sentimental value? sure, maybe.)
blonde — teenager? young adult. shorter than he is, petite. does he recognise her? maybe, in a vague 'in passing' kind of way. his expression shifts from surprise to confusion to thought and then, possibly, realisation— ]
—Allie?
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Notably however, it's not Peter that has her shifting uncertainly at his door. It's the silence that immediately answers that knock. The movement she thinks she might hear in the room beyond but the lack of door opening has her thinking she may have crossed some invisible line. Especially in a place where things get weird before you have a chance to establish sense of normalcy.
Her weight shifts as she rocks from her heels to the balls of her feet. Allie glancing up the hallway then allowing her gaze to flit to her device. A grimace beginning to form and just as she's about to disappear back to her room? The door opens and a vaguely familiar face is staring at her.
Pulling in a steady breath, Allie opens her mouth to speak. The words stalling on her tongue as it sticks to the rood of her mouth. ]
After. [ The lines of anxiety that twisted her features smooth at as she exhales. The bare hint of a smile playing across her lips as she forces the tension out of her shoulders. ] If you add the milk first then the tea doesn't have a chance to steep.
[ That would be a yes. ]
I'm... in 206. So. [ Just in case you think she's a stalker now, Peter? She's not. Really. She swears. ]
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(what're the odds?)
he stops and runs a hand through his hair — it errs on the naturally messy side, something he'd, as a teenager, tried to combat with a little too much vigorous styling before eventually giving up on that venture. (there was no winning against mask hair.) ] Right. That makes sense. [ a beat and a quirk of a smile, and he shifts his weight to lean against the doorframe, expression shifting into something that manages to sit between self-awareness and mild consideration. ] I'm a scientist, I probably should've been able to figure that out — but maybe that's why I'm minus a doctorate and gainful employment.
[ another pause, and he looks almost sheepish, before: ] So, hey, I guess. I'm Peter. It's good to meet you in person. I think this is where I'm supposed to invite you for tea, but I'm going to guess you're well-acquainted with the offerings, so I don't know if it's an offer you're going to want to take me up on. Instead, I'll just segue into admitting I mostly drink the coffee because if I don't, I get grouchy.
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spoilers for asm: family business / zdarsky's peter parker: spectacular spider-man
spoil away always <3
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