Episode 1: Peter Parker's Pilot

[webball]

A. [Action | 460 Stone St | Outside]

[When Peter woke up, yawned, kissed his sleeping wife on the shoulder, clambered out of bed and walked towards the bathroom with his eyes shut... he immediately toppled down the stairs and landed on his face. Jumping up with alarm, his brain clicked awake, synapses firing, as he quickly listed the Wrongs in his

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[ phone ]

[spellbent]

... Do I want to know why ordering a pizza is considered a drastic measure?

Re: [ phone ]

[webball]

Well, I've got very low standards when it comes to... drasticness. Drasticization.
...Drasticitiy?

[Peter is comforted slightly by the tone and response he just heard. It sounded like a real person, someone who is thinking rationally. Peering out the window this morning, all he saw were creepy Bob Thompson's and Suzy Jones's skipping along their merry way as if nothing was wrong...]

Plus, I usually go to this place by my house, and Vinny would be terribly disappointed in me if I cheated on him with... whatever pizza place I'm speaking to.

[spellbent]

... Right. [ even if that tone was mildly annoyed and slightly bored? ]

This isn't a pizza place, this is a residence. For some reason, the phones default to addressing the town at large.

[webball]

[Peter is always happy to have someone to bounce his nervous ramblings off of, if not a face to punch in]

Ah. Well. This is embarrassing. I'm on speaker phone with the whole damn... wherever this is.

...What town is this, again? It creeps me out.

Oh God... I hope this isn't Jersey.

B

[arisawa]

Well, I'm sure if you keep dialing random numbers, you'll get a pizza place eventually.

Re: B

[webball]

You know, after hearing about what they do to milk in this place, I'm not so sure I will. Besides, the pizza here would be nothing like New York's. It would have flavor, for instance.

[arisawa]

I wouldn't know about that. Japanese and all, y'know.

Okay, you got me. What do they do to the milk?

[webball]

[Peter raises an eyebrow. She's Japanese? And she doesn't know about the milk? She must also be new to this place. He had thought he was the newest one, the freshman on campus. Or should he say freshmeat...]

What do they do to the milk? ...Y'know, I'm not totally sure? But I know we should never drink it. Supposedly there are... things in there. Things that should not be consumed...

Your English is great, by the way.

A, oh hey Avenger-neighbor

[bucky_cap]

[Two houses down at 462 Stone St., Bucky is slipping outside in an oil-spotted work shirt, a lunch in hand from his creepy-ass drone wife and a piece of toast in the other hand. Neither of which are his prosthetic. Which still weirds him out. He really doesn't like sticking around "home" too long, and going to work is a better way to spend his time than a lot of things...

He can't help but notice the person on the lawn a couple houses down, though. He looks familiar. Why does he look familiar? Wait...]

Parker?

Re: A, oh hey Avenger-neighbor

[webball]

[Peter whips his head up at the sound of his name. Who on earth knew him here? The tone of the voice briefly reminded him of Flash Thompson, and Peter looked up in bemused surprise... into the face of a man in an oily shirt, clutching a lunchbox.]

Do I know you?

[bucky_cap]

[Oh come on. It's going to be just his fucking luck if another Avenger shows up and doesn't even know who the hell he is. At least Steve recognized him...

In the flattest tone he can manage:] You and the rest of the New Avengers used to trash my apartment.

[webball]

[Peter jumps to his feet and glances around him nervously]

SHUSH-SHH-SHH! Jeez, man, don't go... blurting out the fact that I'm with the... Ew-Nay Vengers-Ay...!