I am flesh and I am bone

Kinda wanna build another pet.

Kinda also on zero sleep in the last two days and have been playing a lot of resident evil so I need someone to convince me to not make a dog that looks like the zombie dogs.

Gaston has, twice now, challenged me to a push-ups competition. How badly would I be cheating? It's not like I can turn super-strength off. So...technically, it's not cheating?

Should I do the thing?

I don't know about you guys, but I am so all for taking a trip to Magic Kingdom for two weeks.

Who can I count on to come with me to Galaxy's Edge to make a lightsaber and a droid?

[ Let's be real: Peter Benjamin Hargreeves/Number 8, can and will in fact turn the toy droid into a real working one. He just wants the awesome shell. No one should find that surprising. ]

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.

It really is about time you all stopped whining, don't you think?

Alright, it's been a week, just what is it you're doing with three pounds of my family legacy and a large amount of code that I will grudgingly call impressive now that I've de-Skynetted it for you?

Hey, guys. Family and guests alike. I need your help with a couple things. First off, I need everyone. Each and every single one of you, to come down to my workshop. I have a project that just needs ten seconds of your time, five if you cooperate and do as I say. It's important. It's a gift for Mom.

Second: Once this is done, I need you guys to get mom out of the house so I can set this up somewhere for her to find.

I know the last part will be hard, given her protocols and everything, but do your best. This is important. It's about time mom got something nice that was just hers, right?


Thanks.