Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

peter parker (thespiderling) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2019-09-09 21:24:00

Who: Peter Quill and Peter Parker
What: Peter² discover the bright side of 2023
When: Backdated to after the time jump!
Rating: Green

This universe was apparently the gift that kept on giving - if total mind-whammies could be considered gifts.

Peter went through school that week in a daze, scratching his head over everyone - even his friends who hadn’t aged right alongside him - acting as if four years passing in the blink of an eye was no big deal. He and his aunt had apparently moved apartments overnight, and it had taken every ounce of Peter’s willpower not to freak out on the morning he’d woken up to that. Outside of those on the network who had similarly been effected, it was like nothing noticeable happened at all to the world around them.

It wasn’t until Ned asked him if he wanted to see the fourth Detective Pikachu movie when it opened on Friday that Peter realized there was a serious silver lining to this time jump.

“Detective Pikachu 4?” Peter repeated, his voice just a little more high-pitched than usual. Ned looked at him like he’d grown two heads and asked him how he could have forgotten the 2nd and 3rd installments.

Peter laughed it off and pretended like he hadn't, but he was twitchy until the bell rang at the end of the day. He jumped into the spider-suit and propelled himself through the streets like he was on a mission, but to be fair, he was. His head was spinning with the possibilities; how many new scientific discoveries had there been? How many movies and video games and books and stupid BuzzFeed articles had he missed out on? The sky was probably the limit.

He hastily crawled into Stark Industries through the window (the security system was used to him doing that, at least), and quickly discarded the suit in exchange for normal clothes. He took off and didn’t stop running until he found the only person whose excitement would match his own.

“Dude!” Peter Parker skidded to a halt in front of Peter Quill, trying to catch his breath. “Dude, did you know there’s a Detective Pikachu 4 coming out? We have so much to catch up on.”

Peter Quill had realized there were definite benefits to this weird time jump as well, most notably the insane set of abs he now had. No longer was there a definite little dad pooch above the waistband of his pants -- no no. He was now back to single, svelte, delicious Peter and he loved it.

Added to that the sheer number of digits in his oddly upgraded StarkPhone (it honestly felt like liquid silk which made no sense to anyone but himself, but damn was it a nice feeling phone), and he had to say -- future Peter knew how to live life. Of course, everything else was exactly the same, which was fine. He’d lived a life full of changes and any type of status quo was greatly appreciated.

When little Peter came in, big Peter had been catching up on policies and procedures, not because he wanted to follow them but because he wanted to ensure that he continued to skirt on the edge of ‘dutiful employee’. In all honesty, he’d half-expected his ID badge to not work when he showed up that morning, figuring that in 5 years, Tony would have fired him. Guess not.

“Whoa mini Pete, slow down,” Peter Q said, holding his hands in front of him. “Are you telling me that our Lord and Saviour blessed the world with MORE Detective Pikachu movies and now we don’t have to actually wait between movies, we can just binge them all at once like we deserve?” Oh yeah, that merited a high five. A double maybe. He put his hands out and grinned before suddenly getting a thought. “HOOOLY SHIT! Does that mean there’s other movies? Like Godzilla 1000? Why are we not online RIGHT NOW googling the shit out of what we’ve missed?”

His hands were still out for a high five though.

Peter P was practically bouncing on his heels as he met the bigger Pete in an enthusiastic double-high five. The world was strange and different and in both big and subtle ways he’d still be navigating through for a while yet, but this aspect of the time jump was a win. And ever since that last batch of memories had flooded in, Peter had been in desperate need of one of those.

“We got Pokemon, the Godzillas or King Kong or whatever’s going on with them now, Star Wars, the Lego movies…and there’s gotta be new stuff we don’t even know about. I wonder if they finally made Mechagodzilla, because that would be the coolest. We need a spreadsheet of everything.”

He scrolled through his phone and scanned the times for what was currently playing, his eyes lighting up with what he read. “There’s a Pokemon marathon of the first three movies playing like five blocks from here. And the newest Godzilla movie is playing there too, but-” He squinted at the rating. “Wait, it’s rated R?” Well, that sucked for a 16 year old kid depending on the theatre. “That’s okay. I bet I can sneak in.”

Peter Q was taken aback and raised his eyebrows. “Wait -- have you never gone to an R rated movie before? Do you not know that you just need an adult? And apparently ,” he continued, pointing to himself with both thumbs, “I’m considered one here. So you’re golden ...but we’re going to talk about lying to the ticket seller, and saying you’re watching a G movie at the same time as an R movie. Like come on -- that’s basic skills there, and I didn’t even grow up on Earth.”

It wouldn’t really make any sense to explain how he never worried about that stuff in space, but he did remember being 8 and sneaking into Predator. His mom had been so pissed off when he came home, shivering and terrified of the dark.

Part of him was grateful that Predator wasn’t based on a true story -- half-Celestial or not, he wouldn’t have stood a chance.

“Anyways. So. Sounds like we have a marathon tonight, and Godzilla tomorrow. Think your aunt will let you spend the night? I mean, we’re clearly not going to sleep for at least 48 hours here, since we have to catch up.” His eyes widened. “AND we have to go to the store and get some new consoles. Oh man, this is probably the best thing this stupid universe has done for us.”

“I usually just stream stuff. Which is maybe a little bit like stealing, but…” Peter P shrugged. It cost a whole lot less than going to the movies, and Ned had a projector in his room so it was like going to a theatre - but better, cause they could eat all the food and talk as much as they wanted. Today, however, was an occasion to fork out the cash for a full movie experience. How often did time jumps happen with added bonuses like this?

Anyway, they definitely had this R-rated Godzilla in the bag; Peter sometimes forgot Peter Q was an adult but only because he had the right kind of enthusiasm for the world.

“Oh yeah, she’ll probably be fine with that!” May would be glad he was off doing nerd things instead of crime-fighting, honestly. “You can skip out of work, right?” Peter’s gaze darted around to make sure no other employees were around or listening. “…What Mr. Stark doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“And even if he does know, I don’t really care,” Peter Q responded with a shrug. “It’s not like I do much anyways.”

That wasn’t true -- in the months since landing this job, Peter had actually become a pretty accomplished assistant. It helped that he worked whatever hours he wanted so if a 2 am catch up party seemed to fit? He did it. Also, he didn’t have to Tony wrangle. In fact, with Tony now focused on his family (and rightfully so), there wasn’t much outside of regular hours that Peter needed to do. He would never attain the legendary status of Mrs. Pepper Potts-Stark, but people tended to listen to him and knew that things would get done ...maybe not right away.

“For real though, I can take time off. I think this is like ..extenuating circumstances, or some shit. You don’t often get to visit the future! I wonder how long this will feel like the future … like are we going to be bored in three days and be all ‘damn. It’s thursday. boo.’?

“I’d give it at least a month, right? We’ve got to attack this on all fronts - movies, shows, video games, new food places, new tech discoveries… ” And memes. Peter P had to catch up on the memes. Ned had referenced one today at lunch and Peter had no idea what he was talking about - it was stuff he’d have to brush up on if he wanted to look like he hadn’t just blinked and missed almost half a decade.

“There’s no flying cars, though. I checked. No hoverboards, either,” Peter added with disappointment, although big Pete might not be too surprised about that - he’d lived with aliens who were advanced way beyond humans.

“So did anything huge change for you?” Morgan was no longer a newborn, and Dr. Foster’s health had recovered; a lot wasn’t the same in good ways. “I thought I might be at least a little taller, but nope.” Peter P guessed the lack of physical change made sense since he’d been one of the dusted, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been really hopeful.

Peter shook his head and was secretly a bit disappointed that he didn’t think to check out hoverboards or cars. Or memes. Frick. There would be SO MANY MEMES. He hadn’t logged into Facebook yet but he was sure he was going to need to do some ample research.

Or maybe the two of them could do it together.

“Nah, the only thing that’s changed is I have a rockin’ bod now.” As proof, he lifted his shirt to show a perfect set of washboard abs. Since coming back to Earth, the amount of people who had commented on the pudge he’d been gaining was a bit annoying. Now, they couldn’t say anything! The only downside? He’d actually have to keep this up...and probably slow down on the drinking. Maybe.

“Oh, and like six new girls in my phone.” He grabbed it and frowned. “But I gave them all nicknames and I have no clue who they are. Like what the fuck is Salad Sprinkles? Or Fairy Bites? Pretzel Snack, I think I can figure out, but the others?” He shook his head. “I don’t know how they look, who they are, they’re inviting me places and I’m going to walk right past them..” He sighed heavily. “Life is so fucking hard when you’re super attractive….. And you look taller.” Kind of. “Maybe you’re just not slouching anymore. I went through that. Yondu was always smacking me in the back of the head, telling me to stand up proud and shit. I slouched even more until one day, I got annoyed and listened to him.” Peter chuckled at the memory. “The look on his face when he realized I was actually the same height as him….fuck. It was good. I never backed down again…have you tried walking around with a book on your head? Posture, or some shit?”

“Six?” Peter P had enough stress keeping up with his crush on one girl, so the thought of juggling conversations with half a dozen was terrifying. “Um, yeah, I got nothing on Salad Sprinkles.” Was that like…a euphemism? Peter probably didn’t need to be thinking too deeply into that. “Maybe you could ask them what they’re wearing before you meet up. You know, cause they’d think you’d be asking in that way-” He used some air quotes for effect. “But you’d really just be asking so you could pick them out in a crowd.”

While they were talking, Peter forced his posture back a little - it at least gave him a half an inch when he wasn’t in a perpetual teenaged slouch. It was something, at least. He’d always had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t be very tall, anyway. According to May, his dad had been on the shorter side of height too.

“Who’s Yondu? Is that where you got your rocket boots from?” He was super curious about the other Pete’s life before he came here. He knew he’d been kidnapped by aliens in the 80’s and had led a life in space, which was a crazy impressive background. As much as Thanos totally and completely sucked, he’d done them at least one favor by bringing the Avengers and the Guardians together.

Little Peter made a very good point about the whole asking girls thing, so Quill filed that information away. When Yondu was mentioned though, Quill couldn’t help but somber up a little.

“Um. Wow. SO. Long story, but short story is -- I was kidnapped by Yondu, who instead of giving me to my murderous, narcissistic planet of a father, decided to raise me to be the most kick ass space pirate the universe had ever seen. He gave me my rocket boots, taught me how to fix the ship, to fly, to basically do everything all the while threatening to eat me because ‘I ain’t never had Terran before’.”

Peter was basically a pro at impersonating Yondu.

“He...died. Sacrificed himself to me and basically called me his son and I realize yup, he was my dad all along. So. I mean, I got two dads in one day and lost two dads in the same day … it was ...not a good day.”

Peter Q shrugged like it didn’t mean much even if it did.

“You know how it goes.” Quill didn’t know much about little Peter but he knew that loss was present for him too. You could tell, how grief just ...seeped into you.

Peter P was still trying to get over the idea that Peter Q’s birth dad was a planet - a detail which affirmed his belief that the other Pete had the coolest origin story ever. And there was something familiar in it, too: the dead dad figures, the sacrifice and the sadness that was hard to shake.

“Yeah - yeah, I do. And it sucks. Big time.” Peter didn’t know any other way to put it; losing the people he cared about in his life was the one thing he found impossible to put any optimistic spin on. This universe had some unexpected upsides, at least - the dead had a way of coming back. Peter knew he was lucky to have Tony here (though he never stopped hoping Uncle Ben or the dad he’d hardly known would show up), and maybe Peter Q would get Yondu back someday too. He’d definitely cross his fingers for that.

“But you know what doesn’t suck?” Peter P brightened as he showed his phone to Peter Q with a page pulled up with two tickets for the Detective Pikachu marathon reserved. “Watching badass Pokemon solve mysteries for hours. While eating the best grossest food we can find.”

Peter Q nodded happily and put out a fist to bump.

“You da man. I look forward to forgetting I’m the adult and having a blast with you.”