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Who: Peter Parker + you!
What: Various open prompts.
Where: Aube, STARR Club HQ and Soleil
When: The week after zombie mission and Gwen's arrival.
Warnings: None anticipated!

Fixer-Upper (Aube Floor 3)

[ Multiple midnight dumpster runs later, Peter finally has a decent collection of stuff to work on here. The common room on the third floor of Aube has been temporarily taken over by junk and tools, which have been loosely sorted into different piles. Here's a bunch of electronic parts. Here's some casings that seem mostly intact. These are screens, that appears to be a pile of ancient game console tidbits... The biggest item is an old CRT TV that is just wrecked. But - it's not what he's working on right this second. No, he seems to be focused on multiple funny-looking bracelets laid out on a cloth. He's had at least three requests for webshooters by now, and he aims to get them done today. Also, finally fix the one that Kano busted.

See what he's up to? Yell at him for taking up all the space? Or maybe if you ask him nicely, he'll build something fun for you.

In this prompt (as well as all of the others!) Peter has a fresh set of claw marks on his face. The cuts are clean and healing nicely, but obviously very fresh. Someone ran into something nasty lately. ]

STARR Club

[ Who the hell was dumb enough to let Peter start a club again? Oh wait, this is technically Gohan's fault probably. Though honestly, it's safer than just letting all these technically inclined idiots blow up their dorm room or something.

The STARR Club (Science, Technology And Runes/Robotics) was technically up and running in the first few days of school. Pete's definitely been in and out doing stuff. But now? It's officially, definitely open, and Peter is heading up the first meeting. He's. Frankly a bit overwhelmed? Please someone else take this over so he can go back to making webshooters in the corner like he actually wants to do. ]

So uh - I guess we need rules? Or something? To be official.

[ He has a whiteboard set up, on which he already has a helpful list started:

DON'T BE A DICK

Clean up after your own explosions

Annnd that's it. ]

Soleil, Returning Late

[ Of course that just covers the daytime activities. At night ... Peter tries to sleep, he really does, but inevitably he wakes up at some point and just needs to leave. Swing out to Soleil, get some fresh air come back at an ungodly hour, whatever. Today he's donned his hobo spider suit to go foil some midnight muggings in the local town. He's also taking a swing through campus too, so maybe you see this mysterious Spider-Man out and about?

Or, perhaps worse, you catch him just as he's sneaking back into Aube at 3 AM. The suit is tucked away, but he definitely is sneaking through the hallways up to his room, trying not to look guilty. ]

Spider Astronomy - CLOSEDish

[ Whose idea was this again? It doesn't really matter, honestly; Peter would have been up here regardless and the other two spider kids are nerdy enough this likely appealed to them too. Early in the morning of January 21st, Peter sneaks his way up to the roof of the Aube dorms, carrying a duffel bag full of junk with him. It's cold, as always, but the night is clear, and they have a perfect view of the moon. Pete's here to set up some blankets, put together the world's worst telescope, and watch the lunar eclipse with Gwen and Miles. He's even gotten a couple thermoses full of hot soup from the kitchen. ]

D'you think the faculty does some kind of weird blood moon ritual or something for this?

[ It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. This place is weird enough already.

Of course if you're up on the roof at about the same time (doing the same thing, maybe!) it wouldn't be hard to run into the trio. ]

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"Unless you were lying unconscious in a ditch somewhere for the past three hours, no you don't."

And, as tired as Peter looked, he didn't look like someone who'd been lying in a ditch for three hours.

Sigh. He does have claw marks on his face that are new, but they're not that new. Clearly they've had a couple days to heal.

"Well it wasn't that," he admits. What should he actually say? The whole reason why he'd not even considered leaving Bumblebee notes is because he didn't want to make it obvious he's Spider-Man. Despite it already being obvious he's Spider-Man. "Why do you care anyway? I can take care of myself."

This coming from someone who had been wandering around in a zombie horde. Bee had very little reason to think Peter could actually take care of himself.

"Taking care of yourself means being responsible. You were responsible for telling me where you were going to be after midnight, and you didn't. Which is why you're not going to be allowed out after midnight for next month."

Yeah uh. He sort of messed that up even before he snuck out of his room tonight. He can't even blame Bee for not trusting him because really, just look at how they've interacted so far.

That doesn't stop him from jolting at the proposed punishment. "What? A month? Are you serious?" He's probably not going to listen anyway, but the very thought of being grounded for a month is just insulting. "You can't do that!"

"Peter, it's been less than two weeks since I specifically told you and everyone else not to do this exact thing. I even warned everyone what was going to happen if they did. I can and am grounding you for a month."

And he would be checking. If Peter did manage to keep from sneaking out over the next two weeks, Bee would seriously consider letting him off, but that was something for two weeks from now.

Yeah uh. No way Peter's going to stay in his room at night for two weeks. Or even on the third floor. He's already kind of looking Bee up and down, trying to gauge if there's any way for him to actually know if Peter's gone.

"I didn't think you were actually gonna enforce it," he grumbles, by way of acceptance. If Imelda can ban music, then this guy can probably give Peter a curfew, yeah. "How'd you even know I was gone?"

Please tell him so he can avoid you next time.

"You're just going to have to wonder about that. Go to bed."

The real answer was that he'd still been awake when Peter had come back and had seen him coming through his window.

He's going to assume some sort of magic, okay. Which is for the best? He'll spend the first week just trying to figure out how to leave without getting caught, and thus will accidentally behave. For now.

"I will. If you move." He shifts back and forth, heaving his backpack up onto his shoulders; it clunks suspiciously. "But - look, I can't help it. I wake up every night whether I've got a curfew or not. This is the only way I get back to sleep."

For what little sleep he actually gets after 3 AM.

"Should've thought of that before you decided to break the rules," Bee says after getting up and out of the way.

"For the record, I would've been fine with you fighting muggers if you'd just told me beforehand."

He hadn't been 100% sure the person who'd been doing that had been Peter until tonight, but in retrospect it was pretty obvious.

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Peter flinches guiltily at that. Too guiltily to brush it off now, which means that that particular secret is shot. And if he goes out and takes down more muggers, it's going to be obvious he's breaking curfew. Dammit. He leans his head against the door, nudging it open.

"I did it at home all the time," he says with a sigh. "New York was a little bigger obviously."

But Soleil still needs help sometimes.

Bee sighs. Obviously Peter had had his heart in the right place. He still broken the rules, so he was still getting punished, but Bee could let up just a little.

"Two weeks. If you can keep from breaking the rules again. Otherwise it's back to a month."

Two weeks is still way too long for Peter's taste. But. Better than a month.

"Fine," he grumbles. "Do I have to stay in my room too? Or can I at least come out to the common room?"

Those nightmares can't be grounded, alas.

"You can leave your room, you just can't leave the building."

It wasn't like he was planning to lock him in there all night.

Thanks Bee, he doesn’t hate you completely now. His shoulders slump a bit in relief; if he’d had to stay in his room too, he might have done something really stupid.

“Building privileges, okay,” he says, with a minimum eye roll. Also a pause. “How old are you anyway?”

He’s pretty sure you’re only technically an adult okay.

"Eighteen. Which doesn't change the fact that I'm still the RA."

He was young for an RA, but there'd been reasons for it. Mostly the same reasons that had led to him being a ranking officer in the Autobots. Admittedly the lowest rank he could have and still be allowed to give people orders, but again, he was still allowed to give people orders.

That’s more or less what he figured, yeah, although he thought that maybe Bee was like twenty or something. He makes a bit of a face.

“Why’d you even wanna do it then?” he asks. “Did they make you?”

"It pays better than moving cargo around on the helipad." He says, a bit deadpan.

"Besides, I felt kind of obligated. I grew up around magic. I've had my whole life to prepare for this. Not everybody gets that. If there's anything I can do make the transition easier, or at least safer for anybody who's new to it all, then I should do that."

Oh. Those. Are actually both really good reasons? Like, Peter can't even fault Bee for wanting a job that pays actual money. He kind of also would like one of those.

But it's the second one that really makes him pause. Turning back towards him, now leaning against the doorframe to his room. "Seriously? When'd you start doing this rune stuff?"

"Depends on what you mean. Technically, since I was little? That was just making light and getting toy cars to move on their own, though Like the runic equivalent of making potato batteries."

Nothing big back then, just more or less stuff like the science kits in craft stores.

"I started going here when I was eleven, started training with the Autobots and building the armor when I was 14. And I finally got to use the armor and go on missions with them when I was 16."

The tunic equivalent of potato batteries, huh. He’s abruptly kind of jealous? That stuff sounds awesome and he wants to learn how to use it so bad. Too bad he has the magical potential of a turnip, other than his spider powers.

“I did my first missions at fifteen,” he says. “Uh, though I turned sixteen like a week later.” So. Close enough. Bee clearly has been doing this way longer than he has, but they also sort of got started at the same time? ish. “How’d you get involved with em when you were eleven? Were you family or something?”

Despite the fact that this conversation started with Bee disciplining him, he can’t help but be fascinated.

"Yeah, my family's been involved for a few generations. My great grandfather on my mom's side of the family joined during World War II, and my great grandmother joined after the war ended. My grandpa was the first person on my dad's side to become an Autobot."

He'd mentioned his great grandfather during the floor meeting, but it was understandable that Peter had forgotten that particular detail.

He was distracted, okay. Giant robots will do that to a teenager.

"Whoa. That's awesome," he says, his eyes bright. "I didn't even know giant robots were involved in WWII."

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