Peter Parker (webs_of_fate) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-12-11 20:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | †peter parker; spider-man, ♦hank mccoy; beast |
Who: Spider-Man and Hank
Where: That port warehouse Peter spoke of
When: Sunday evening.
What: Peter discusses cures
Rating/Warnings: Lowish and no warnings.
Status: Closed | (in)complete
Peter had made sure to let Hank know that Wednesday would not have worked, and instead changed it to tonight. Why? Because Peter was going back and forth on this decision, and frankly it was killing him. He hated this indecision, but he also hated worse everything he'd caused. The deaths, the sorrow, all because of that stupid mask he toted about in. That being said, he also knew other people were disappointed in him for even thinking about giving up the costume. He had to figure it out in some fashion, and he had to figure it out soon.
He figured getting the low down on cures or even potential cures could possibly help him the most. If he actually saw a finish line, or a real goal set in front of him; perhaps, then, that might be enough to help him out. That being said, Peter wasn't going to show up and talk to Hank as Peter Parker, so he donned the costume one more time, and that blue and red hero streaked through the upper echelons of the city at high speeds, circling about towers and beneath bridges with the ease which he wished his life was.
He flipped free of the line, swung through an open window of the warehouse, and quickly scanned the area to make sure it was empty of any bums, or hobos, or rave kids or whatever might take over this place. When he was satisfied, he hopped free to land on a pile of boxes, and waited there staring at the door hoping that McCoy would arrive soon. He didn't know why he wanted this to be so private, but he figured something like this should be quiet to at least a bit of a degree. Hopefully Mr. McCoy would understand. How he wished he'd understand.