sunday_reveries Grow Up

Dec 29, 2009 12:05

ppsm borrowed with love if not explicit permission.

prompt: 6. "It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are."
-ee cummings

He was wearing Woody pajamas. Who even knew they came in adult sizes? Actually, they probably don't, but whoever makes all those Spider-Man pajamas is happy to make them for him. For Spider-Man, not for Peter. Though it begs the question, why does Spider-Man want Woody pajamas?

It doesn't really beg the question why does Peter want Woody pajamas. Of course he prefers Woody to Buzz. And of course she prefers Buzz. He's an astronaut superhero who's greatest ambition is to fly. He refuses to believe it's not real and has to learn the meaning of friendship and love and belonging somewhere and to someone.... Let's face it, if she was a toy, she'd be Buzz Lightyear.

She glances at the bookshelf where she does, in fact, keep a (small!) collection of Star Wars action figures. And Captain Kirk. And, well, Iron Man (shut up). And, today, thanks to her not-so-secret-Santa, Ms. Marvel. Who even knew they made her? Oh, all right, she did. Obviously. But who knew he did?

So, I guess if she was a toy, she'd be Ms. Marvel.

Not that any of this is fun and games. Their caped crusader life isn't about pretending to save the day. The day really needs to be saved and they're not playing. Don't let the costumes fool you. Not even the adult-sized Woody pajamas. I mean, laughter aside, what's the real qualitative difference between his pjs and her Property of the Avengers sweats? What you wear to sleep in doesn't define you. What you put on your shelf doesn't define you. It's what you do with what you've got. It's what you do.

It's Buzz' big moment of comeuppance. He fails to fly as Randy Newman sings and he realizes he's just a toy after all. Past midway through the movie, the popcorn bowl's been set aside and they're sitting quietly, not quite touching, just watching. Buzz doesn't reach his window and Carol leans her head on Peter's shoulder.

"Thanks." She doesn't elaborate and she doesn't take her eyes from the screen. He does, glancing her way, and once again can't think of what to say, so he just moves his arm around her, jostling her head from shoulder to chest. And she lets him.

community:sunday reveries, what:ficlet, who:peter

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