Peter Parker is swinging (greatpower) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-03-05 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, integra hellsing, peter parker (spider-man) |
Who: Peter Parker & Integra Hellsing
Why: Random is fun
Where: a nice park or something
when: lunch time
Rating: TBD
Integra skipped out of the gym and headed to the park to have lunch. Training was rough. And she’d crammed in classes to 7 weeks so she had time to prepare. That had been rough. Now, however, she was settled on the grass under a tree with a roasted red pepper steak salad and a bottle of fresh squeezed OJ. This was the life. the OC was treating her well, what else could she ask for? She wasn’t sure. She was lounging, legs stretched out, soaking up sun and warmth. Course she still had a bit of raccoon eyes going on, which detracted from the almost picture perfect moment. Whatever, right?
Peter was cutting through the park. While technically he could afford a car, he didn’t really want to (and in his dreams living in New York who needed a car right?) because reasons. He wasn’t paying attention as he ran over the grass and then promptly tripped over a nice pair of legs.
Integra almost dropped her salad but with a set of quick reflexes caught it and only lost some lettuce. “You okay?” she called to the man who’d gone flying over her legs, a grin on her lips. They were nice legs. she worked hard to keep them that way. They were also in shorts because she’d been at the gym. Eyes up, Peter.
Peter sat up, rubbing at the back of his neck as he grinned sheepishly. “Hey. Sorry. I wasn’t really looking where I was going.”
“I noticed.” she laughed softly. “Probably should be more careful about where you’re going. Never know when legs are gonna run out and getcha.” she teased.
“Y-yeah.” Peter laughed, and wondered why he was falling all over himself in regard to girls lately. Literally in this case! “Luckily I’m not in that big a hurry.”
"I'm Integra, nice to meet you" she said softly. "Got a name?" She teased a bit, tucking one leg up. "Sit take a breather" she offered.
He plopped down without much more thought on the matter. "I'm Peter, nice to meet you." He held out his hand nervously.
It was cute when they were nervous. She took his hand and smiled. "A pleasure. What do you do then, that had you running through the park?"
"I was trying to take a shortcut home," he replied, resting his arms on his knees.
"Ah, you don't have to stay if you're in a rush." A kind smile. "You just looked like you're head was in the clouds"
"It usually is, I was working on a formula for work," Peter replied. "Sciency stuff." He wasn't sure if she was interested.
"Ah interesting. I was never good at science. I admire those who are, it just escapes my grasp unfortunately." She gave him a smile, honest.
"That's fine," he said. "It's not for everyone and I'm not going to look down at those who don't understand. Just those that refuse to."
"I have it all I.had but I was much better being artsy than sciency" she laughed softly, blue eyes sparkling. "It's still fascinating"
"What do you do," he asked curious. That was usually a good thing to ask a pretty girl and hey maybe he could get a date if he could figure out how to ask.
Poor Peter. “Oh attend school for international business and fight MMA professionally.” she said with a small smile, quiet and modest. “It’s not glamorous but sure is fun.” Integra was a nice girl, she was going to hate turning the poor boy down.
Peter quirked his eyebrow. “MMA, huh?” It reminded him of his time as a wrestler, before shit got real and responsibility reared it’s ugly head. Something he was reminded of on a daily basis. He might have to be the webslinger if he kept getting these feelings.
“Yep. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever decided to do.” she smiled warmly at him. “My father’s not fond of it but oh well, I don’t live my life for him.” Integra smiled again and tilted her head.
“Yeah….” You could live life for yourself, but sometimes Peter wished he had a father to piss off. It would be nice, and pissing off Uncle Ben wasn’t quite the same.
"You look thoughtful" she said looking at him with a tilted head. She sighed a bit and took a bit of her salad.
“Just thinking about things. It’s fun to rebel sometimes, when you have things to rebel against, but eventually you have to accept your responsibilities.”
"Certainly. I'm lucky enough to have been able to choose my path, even if it's not what my father wanted from me, but he's happy enough that I am happy." She gave him a warm smile.
“That’s more than a lot of people can say.” He liked to think his parents would be happy for him. Peter smiled sadly. At least he had his Aunt and Uncle to encourage him, which was better than a lot of kids had.
She noted the smile and frowned a touch. "I'm sorry I seem to have found a sensitive subject" Integra smiled a bit at him, she didn't like making people upset.
“It’s okay. I’ve been in a weird mood lately,” Peter replied, a little bashfully. “Been having some crazy dreams and not sleeping well.”
“I understand that.” she smiled gently. “I’ve had dreams that have kept me awake when I should be sleeping. It’s hard to wrap your head around them.”
“Dreams, or dreams?” Peter asked, curiously. He kept breaking things in his apartment, it was getting expensive.
"The special kind of dreams this city seems to love." She learned she was master of the king of vampires. Who just happened to be her boyfriend. Awkwards.
“Sorry,” Peter said, as if that could make up for however terrible her dreams were. “I can get that though. It’s kinda like we get a choice, ignore them, or not, but it’s not really a choice.”
“Don’t be. It happens and they can be awful, but they’re also fascinating and I have learned a bit about myself in the process.” she smiled at him “but you’re right. We try to keep them separated from our lives but you can’t really, they start filtering into our lives.”
“I already know what I’m going to have to do,” Peter said. “I don’t like it but it’s going to be something I have to do.”
“Is that so? Can I ask?” she asked, head tilted a bit as she watched him curiously.
“Uh. I’m not sure that’s safe.” Peter smiled sheepishly. Dream Gwen’s death was still fresh on his mind.
She nodded lightly. “Not going to pry, it’s fine, really.”she said honestly, as she finished her salad. “Don’t worry about it, after all its yours not mine.”
“Uh. Thanks.” He looked a little guilty but he just couldn’t talk about it, especially not to a stranger, no matter how cute she was. “Hey..you doing anything later?”
A gentle smile. "Sorry I am, I have training then dinner with my boyfriend." She knew no soft way to say it, and a frown curled her lips, she felt awful.
“Ah…” Now he looked even more embarrassed. He should’ve figured. “Then I hope you kick some ass.”
"I'm sorry" she frowned a bit more at his look. She really did feel bad. "I certainly try to." They was a smile.
Peter got to his feet. “I should let you finish eating. I’ll see you on the net?”
Integra nodded. "Certainly, have a good rest of your day? She gave him a warm smile.