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6:17 PM
With Dad back, Peter didn't exactly feel like being home. Or at work. He called out with family issues, and Doctor Otto was good with it. He understood that the Hargreeves household could, at the best of times, be complete chaos. With dad back, that was exactly what it was. Chaos. Everyone was upset, to some degree or another, and Peter couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation and what it meant for others. For Vanya and Klaus. Even with the revelation that dad was intangible, it still sucked.
Everyone had been happy. Mom had been learning and changing. It had been great.
Now? Now, though...it felt like every step forward they'd all made had been negated and then some.
So Peter, in a red and black Spider-suit, black domino mask and small communications device in his ear, was swinging through the city. Sticking to low rooftops, swinging through alleyways. Getting into a few fights with muggers and having his pictures taken with a few adoring fans, but none of it was really helping him feel better. All of it just felt empty.
Still, he persisted. There had to be something in this City worth doing that'd help him get his head on straight.
It's when he's passing an abandoned warehouse that Peter possibly finds his Thing.
There are people inside the warehouse and, after sticking to the outside wall and peeking in through a broken window, they're people with guns.
He sends a Spy-der drone inside for a closer look and gets a good view of a stash of drugs and some men that he was sure his brother was looking for. Pinging Diego, he sends him video feed and location and waits.
Later on, Peter is sitting on top of another building, a sandwich from his favorite corner bodega in one hand and a soda in the other. Bored silly, he sends a message home to everyone.
"I'm still out, if anyone wants me to pick up anything. Groceries. Movies. A shitload of ice cream and junk food. The City is quiet, for once. Or, for the newbies in the house, I can give you a livestream birds-eye view of New York at night. From my vantage point."
Yep. He's bored. Even after helping Diego.
It may be a while until he's feeling 100 percent.
Everyone had been happy. Mom had been learning and changing. It had been great.
Now? Now, though...it felt like every step forward they'd all made had been negated and then some.
So Peter, in a red and black Spider-suit, black domino mask and small communications device in his ear, was swinging through the city. Sticking to low rooftops, swinging through alleyways. Getting into a few fights with muggers and having his pictures taken with a few adoring fans, but none of it was really helping him feel better. All of it just felt empty.
Still, he persisted. There had to be something in this City worth doing that'd help him get his head on straight.
It's when he's passing an abandoned warehouse that Peter possibly finds his Thing.
There are people inside the warehouse and, after sticking to the outside wall and peeking in through a broken window, they're people with guns.
He sends a Spy-der drone inside for a closer look and gets a good view of a stash of drugs and some men that he was sure his brother was looking for. Pinging Diego, he sends him video feed and location and waits.
Later on, Peter is sitting on top of another building, a sandwich from his favorite corner bodega in one hand and a soda in the other. Bored silly, he sends a message home to everyone.
"I'm still out, if anyone wants me to pick up anything. Groceries. Movies. A shitload of ice cream and junk food. The City is quiet, for once. Or, for the newbies in the house, I can give you a livestream birds-eye view of New York at night. From my vantage point."
Yep. He's bored. Even after helping Diego.
It may be a while until he's feeling 100 percent.