When: Day 5
Where: The Yulelag
Status: Ongoing Rating: Low
Peter was doing his very best to make the best out of a bad situation. He was grateful for his cookies and milk, and he knew that some of his friends outside the Yulelag weren't as lucky as he was to have something guaranteed to eat. But at the same time, his stomach didn't like having to work overtime to extra the few nutrients it could find in the little food that he was being given. He had a massive headache from the peaks and falls of his blood sugar levels, and his arms still hurt from the last time he was locked up in here. Having to do another shift with the trees was something he was dreading.
But he'd gotten through the first evening without much trouble, which meant there were only a few hours left before he could back and check on Tony. That was what he felt the worst about. After his time in the Yulelag, he'd returned to Satisfactory Standing, and he'd hoped that he'd get a ration box to share with Tony and Kobik who both needed it. It didn't feel at all fair that he would be thrown back into his place, and he wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve it. He was really trying to do his best to be nice to everyone. Something that was a lot easier now that Reed Richards was gone.
He left his cell and dragged his axe towards the rows of trees he'd be expected to take down before noon. When he reached the tree plots, he froze. Parker was convinced, for a moment, that he was hallucinating: On the edge of the forest was a large pedal-operated sharpening wheel to which prisons like him could use to smooth the rust and tarnish off their ancient axes. Sitting at the wheel, throwing sparks off his axe as he pressed it to the stone, was Tony Stark.
"Hmmhmpht." Peter started, before dropping his axe and pulled the scarf he had around his face down so he could talk without being interrupted. "TONY? Tony what are you doing here?"