Peter & Torunn Who: Peter Parker and Torunn Thorsdóttir What: No use crying over (almost) spilt coffee Where: Hobknob's Coffee and Tea Emporium When: April 25th Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Peter was bored. Which was something he felt a bit bad about. Because, well, it was probably a good thing that he wasn't out stopping carjackings and muggings - or worse - every evening, right? Hadn't he wished for this, more than once, when he was sat alone in his tiny apartment scrolling through the scanner, eating leftover takeaway from the night before? He'd wanted to be normal. And now he was sharing an apartment with a very-much-alive Mr Stark and Morgan and allowed to help out on the 'magical interference' problem and it was all good, right?
Still, he was bored. So he wandered the streets, peering into the various shop windows until he ended up in the bookshop, asking each and every question he could think of until the shopkeeper got sick of him and shooed him away, a stack of books wedged under his arm.
Weighed down with magical reading material, Peter eventually swerved into the now-familiar doorway of Hobknobs. Perhaps, he thought, he'd sit down and flick through his new purchases - there might be something in there that might be of use to Tony. Peter was still lost in thought as he joined the back of the line, his gaze trained thoughtfully on his battered sneakers. It was a tingling sensation in the base of his skull, and a shot of electricity up his spine, which alerted him to a sharp movement to his right.
Without thinking, Peter's arm flew out, and he looked down in surprise to see an almost-full coffee cup clutched in his hand, caught before it had a chance to spill, let alone hit the floor.
"Uh," he straightened up, awkwardly holding the drink out to it's owner, who had just been knocked by a very impatient-looking old wizard in a pointed hat. "Sorry. Here."