Peter Parker (is definitely not Spider-Man) (__spiderman) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-02-18 21:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | peggy carter, peter parker (spider-man), steve rogers (captain america) |
Who: Peter Parker, Steve Rogers & Peggy Carter
What: Airport Pick-Ups
When: The evening of this
Where: Santa Ana Airport
Rating: Low
Status: In Progress, Closed
After a gruelling eight-hour flight (including a forty-minute layover in Arizona where Peter ate two burgers from In-and-Out and immediately regretted his decision), Peter Parker was finally landing in Santa Ana. He'd dozed on and off on his second flight, so he wasn't exhasted but still, he'd spent the better part of the whole day in the air and he was done. He'd chatted with the elderly gentleman sat next to him on the flight from New York to Phoenix and heard stories about being a child in the war, he was British but had been evacuated to Canada and ended up staying there, and was visiting his grandkids. Something about tunnelling under fences and stealing potatoes from the nearby field. Peter had listened politely, asked the right questions but he was glad to have been able to stick his headphones in for the second flight and not talk to anyone.
With his duffel over his shoulder and suitcase being wheeled along behind him, Peter wandered through the arrivals gate with his hood up, pushing it off as he walked through the automatic doors. Even though it was still technically winter, it felt warmer even inside the building. May had made him pack his coat and hoodies anyway, but he was on the West Coast now, where the weather was so much better than the rainy, cold city. Maybe he'd never see snow again. That'd be great.
One shoulder hitched, trying not to think about the reasons he had come here - focusing on the good, not the sad - he scanned the crowd looking for the familiar face of his Uncle or Aunt, smile breaking out as he spotted Steve standing a head above the crowd.
"Hey!" he called in greeting, lifting his hand and, as he did, having not balanced his suitcase properly, it fell forward with a clatter. Shoot. He bent down to get it, picking it up and awkwardly dragging it - and his duffel that had flopped to the side over his shoulder, knocking against his hip. "Hey- hey guys," he finally said as he approached, a little out of breath and embarrassed. "You know I coulda grabbed an uber or something but it's good to see you." With his luck, he'd have got lost or something. His voice cracked a little. "Th-thanks for picking me up."