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Pizza and movies tonight, my place.

Unless you had other plans, that is.

Hey, Mr. Stark! I know you're probably super busy and all, but if you have any time set aside Iiiii — Kinda burned my suit a little bit and might need some... repairs...? I mean, I'd totally do it all on my own, but this thing is like worth a bajillion dollars, and I'm fifteen. So it's kind of a little out of my comfort zone. It's nothing super bad, just on the arm! And one leg. And a little on the mask. But nothing super serious. Yeah. Um. This is Peter, by the... You already know that, but just in case you have, like, middle-men here, too. I don't know. Thanks!

Umm. Mr. Stark?

[It's admittedly not very confident, but he figures he'd been sitting on this long enough. He told Big Pete he'd talk to Tony about it weeks ago, and even if he's unsettled by what he's heard so far... He needs to listen and actually get it over with.]

If you have a sec... Whenever you do...

What exactly do you know about a, uh — a Thanos?

[He just gets it out there. No room for cold feet now.]

Mister Stark, I heard you were around and you might be willing to take a look at a bit of tech I confiscated for me.

Hey Tony. Can we catch up?

[Man, Peter feels a little bad for this. He'd been bad at keeping in touch as much as usual with just about everyone, but now he's kind of wanting to fix himself up and has nowhere particularly enjoyable to do it. He would've poked at Quill for his medical kit, maybe, but... anyways. Mr. Stark's always been there to help. So he heads for his place, huffing at the discomfort in his temple.]

Mr. Stark, can I drop by? I need ur med kit.

It's nothing bad just a lil concussion. Karen said so, it's mild.

[.......... His faith is unshaken that Mr. Stark'll let him stop by; he's just hovering around the outside of Tony's place in his Spider-Man suit, fidgeting with his phone where he sits sticking to the outside wall. It's really not a bad injury, not really, but you don't mess with head wounds. Even as a Spider-Man.

He's still wafting on if he should mention who he faced. Mr. Barnes had been looking for something and breaking the law to do it, after all. But... He doesn't wanna mess anything up, and Mr. Barnes at least seems to mostly keep to himself...]

[ It’s late, and Peter is drained. It’s nearing the end of a long, long week, and— he’s been holding it together pretty well. He’s been maintaining, with a handful of slip-ups, here and there. But that’s to be expected, right? That’s to be expected, because he literally died, and surely he can be forgiven for a few hiccups.

It’s late. It's seriously late, in that weird hour where night meets morning, and Peter is exhausted. A week, and— he’s not sure if he’s just numb or if he’s getting over it. But—

It's late. And Peter's had a pretty strong drink, and he's been sitting at the crossroads of putting this off and wanting to do this ever since the kid spilled the beans. Apparently, insomnia and a bit of liquid courage have tipped the scales.

So, here comes a voice message to your inbox in the middle of the night, Tony.

In a low, ragged voice: ]

Why the hell didn’t you say anything?

[except the only content is a video of peter taking a drink and sam cackling in the background like the responsible adult he is]

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Voicemail Left by (1) Peter Parker for you

Voice (probably actually around 7/20/18 or some such :'))

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After this fun...! https://riverviewlogs.dreamwidth.org/192175.html?thread=32024751#cmt32024751

voice; backdate to 8/30 or so!

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