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Enigma ~The Riddler's Daughter ([info]_enigma) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2012-09-25 22:42:00

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Who: Enigma and Peter Parker
What: Spaghetti, Drinking and Grieving
Where: Peter's Apartment
When: After the ghosts vanish
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed, Ongoing



Enigma kissed Cole's cheek in thanks, pausing in her apartment long enough to grab a bag, some clothes and the stuff she needed for dinner, before taking off down the road, sneakers hitting the ground with a slapping noise as she pushed her body to it's limits in terms of speed, a feeling of desperation filling her at Peter's sadness. She darted up the stairs three at a time, before knocking on the door to his apartment, panting softly, leaning on her jean clad legs.

She slipped the messenger bag from around her chest, checking on the tomatoes inside, ensuring they weren't bruised, before knocking on the door away, hoping Peter was alright, that he was safe...that he wasn't broken entirely.

She wasn't sure she could put the pieces back together when she was breaking herself.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-26 05:54 am UTC (link)
Peter was in not state to deal with people right now, so the knock at his door was hardly a welcome thing. However, he wasn't quite assertive enough to tell whoever happened to be on the other side of that door to just go away, so he pushed himself up from his spot on he couch and walked over to answer the door.

He opened the door, just a small crack at first as he tried to see who was disturbing him. Annoyance quickly dissolved into shock and the door was thrown open the rest of the way, "E-Enigma? Wh...what are you doing here? You're supposed to be at camp, I, I told you, you don't have to do this..." Peter wasn't ungrateful for the company, not by a longshot, he just didn't understand why she felt he need to disregard her own goings-on for his own.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-26 06:03 am UTC (link)
Enigma ignored him, dropping her bag on the ground and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, pressing her smaller form against his as she held him. “I am so sorry, Peter,” she whispered. She pulled away a touch to look up at him, studying his eyes closely, her own wet, though she hadn't noticed, distracted from her emotions by his pain

“Where else would I be?” she asked with a small smile as she slowly pulled away and picked up her bag. “We promised to get horribly drunk tonight, didn't we?” she asked as she moved past him into the apartment, ignoring the fact she wasn't invited in, should have been seven hours away at camp, and he was breaking apart just as much as she was. It was...easier to pretend it wasn't happening.]

So instead she made her way to the kitchen, searching the cupboards for glasses, a butting board, and a sharp knife. “Got a pot, darling?”

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-26 06:18 am UTC (link)
He opened his mouth to protest again, but when her arms wrapped around him, he couldn't help but take comfort in the simple action, returning the hug to her as well. "Yeah," he nodded dumbly, "yeah, I guess we did." he said as he pushed the door shut behind her.

"Oh, yeah, bottom cabinet on the right, second shelf..." the directions to the pot were almost mechanical and he was still a little stunned by her presence here. "I still can't believe you're here..." he admitted, shaking his head, hopping up to sit on the counter in the small kitchen. "How'd you get here so fast anyway?"

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-26 06:28 am UTC (link)
“Talented friends,” she said with a grin, remembering the frantic texts from her to Scorpius and her to Cole, trying to get a ride out of the truck stop she had ditched the others at. She was actually glad she had ended up getting a ride out...it would be miserable if she was still stuck there. She grabbed the pot from his directions, setting it on the stove and pouring water into it before setting the knife and cutting board aside.

She moved between his legs, smiling up at him, standing on her tip toes and giving a hop, kissing his cheek on her way down considering how much taller he was then her without her heels on. “I wouldn't be anywhere else, Peter,” she said, resting her hands on his knees. “I told you, I care for you.”

She bit her lip as she looked up at him, wishing she was tall enough to giving him a proper kiss on the cheek, before simply hugging him against, wrapping her arms around his stomach. “Plus, you needed someone...just as I did,” she said softly.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-26 06:50 am UTC (link)
"Right..." he chuckled softly. He knew there were people of all varieties and types here, Gods, superheroes, magic users just to name a few. It would have been pretty easy for her to talk someone into popping her here.

He watched as she moved to stand between his legs and he smiled slightly at the small peck on the cheek. "I know.. I just didn't expect you to actually ditch out like that for me..." He bit his lip slightly and his hand reached for one of hers, linking their fingers together. "But I'm glad you did."

He smiled another tiny smile as she wrapped her arms around him again. "You're right..." he noddedd, playing absently with the ends of her hair."And tonight, we have each other..."

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-26 06:57 am UTC (link)
She smiled, gently squeezing their entwined fingers as she listened to his heartbeat. The feel of him playing with the ends of her hair made her skin tingle slightly and she coloured, pushing aside the sensations for a more proper mindset of comforting her friend, not taking pleasure in his absent minded treatment of her hair.

Even if it did feel nice.

“You have me for whatever you need,” she said as she looked up at him, giving him a soft smile. “Even if it's just someone to cling to while you sob,” she gave his waist a squeeze before stepping away as she heard the water boiling, slicing X's into the tomato tops and bottoms, dropping them into the pot, only to fish them out a minute later and dumping them into a water bath.

“This won't be as good as if it spent all day simmering,” she said, peeling the hot tomatoes. “So no complaints, got it?” She gave him a fake stern look over her shoulder, ruining it by giggling.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-26 01:16 pm UTC (link)
"Thanks..." He smiled and watched as she flitted about the kitchen, working on prepping dinner. The thought occurred to him that, had she not shown up intent on this, he probably would not have even eaten tonight.

He chuckled softly at the less than convincing stern look she gave him, "No complaints here, Scout's Honor." he said, giving her a half-hearted salute.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-26 01:25 pm UTC (link)
She smiled and blended the skinned tomatoes, mixing them in a blender with the spices she needed, before setting them on the stove to soften and simmer, the fragrant smells of onion and garlic soon filling the kitchen. She returned to him as it cooked, simply holding onto him, giving him comfort and offering some of her strength.

“Thank you, for not shutting me out,” she said, looking up at him. “You could have easily slammed the door in my face...but it means everything to me that you didn't.” she gave him a small grin, before resting her cheek over his chest again, once more counting the beast of his heart, reassuring herself that no matter how sad they were in this moment...they were alive, and that's what counted.

They would survive this.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-26 03:06 pm UTC (link)
"How could I do that when, despite the other things you were supposed to be doing, and despite my previous protests, you were here for me?" he shook his head. "It'd be stupid to turn you away."

Peter wasn't sure how, but somehow, the simple fact of her being here made things at least a little easier to deal with. He knew, logically, he wasn't alone. He wasn't the only one losing the ghost of someone they cared about and didn't want to lose again. But the others? They weren't here, standing with him, trying o comfort and distract him. Enigma was and that meant a lot to him in that moment.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-26 08:46 pm UTC (link)
“I'll always be there for you, Peter, it's part of being a friend.” she said, smiling up at him. She gave a small hop and took a seat next to him on the counter, their hands still entwined as he looked at him, nudging his shoulder slightly. “When I get in trouble, I'm fully blaming you,” she said, teasing him a she smiled slightly.

She leaned in and gave him a proper kiss on the cheek as she had promised, her lips cool against his skin, before she rested her head on his shoulder, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “We'll get through this,” she whispered, tears flowing silently down her cheeks. “We have to.”

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-26 09:32 pm UTC (link)
"It is, but it's a part not everyone takes so seriously." he pointed out with a shrug. "And I'll deny it in full." he laughed softly, nudging her back gently.

"We will," he agreed, nodding slowly, "We'll be fine." He left off the "somehow", just adding it in his mind. At that exact moment, it didn't seem possible to get around it, but he'd done it once, he knew he could do it again.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-26 09:40 pm UTC (link)
“We need alcohol,” she said, not letting him go, not wanting her only support at the moment to be taken away, even if he didn't know he was her support. “I need it for the sauce and we need to get horribly drunk and forget how much it hurts for at least a few hours.”

She looked up at him, before resting her head on his shoulder again. “But I don't want to let you go,” she said honestly. “I need you, just as much as you need me and to let you go, even for a second would hurt,” she said, blushing brightly at her forwardness.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-26 09:58 pm UTC (link)
"That would be your department... you're the one that set that idea up," he chuckled softly. "And you know...I really can't argue that plan."

He smiled a little, "I haven't even done anything for you," he pointed out.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-26 10:05 pm UTC (link)
“You're here and allowing me to cling to you,” she said softly. “You're not the only one falling apart, Peter. I...” She closed her eyes, struggling against her emotions, trying to bury them down as she always had. “I miss her, desperately.” she said simply, sliding from the counter, angling her body so that he didn't see the tears she was trying to keep inside.

After all, she was here to take care of him, not become a mess herself.

“Alright, I'm going to run out and get us some...just stare at the sauce and make sure it doesn't boil over for me?” she asked as she grabbed her bag again, fishing out her wallet and finally looking up at him. “I'll be right back, I promise.”

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-26 10:32 pm UTC (link)
"I can't refuse to reciprocate what you're doing for me, Enigma... that'd be pretty shitty, wouldn't it?" He watched as she slid down off the counter and bit his lip at the sight. She looked so sad, even with her back turned to him. "It's okay to miss her."

"I think I can manage that," he nodded, smiling slightly, watching her rustle around in her bag. "I'll be here." he said, grinning.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-26 11:03 pm UTC (link)
She grinned and kissed his hand, before pressing the fingers to his cheek, giving him yet another of the promised cheek kisses, before leaving the room, leaning against the wall for a moment outside the apartment to bury her head in her hand, giving a strangled sob, hands sliding down to cling to her arms, nails digging in as she struggled against herself.

She took a deep, gasping breath, wiping her eyes and sniffling, wiping her nose on her sweatshirt's sleeve as he moved down the hall. She couldn't put up with this, right now. She had done her grieving three years ago whens he first lost them...it shouldn't matter anymore.

She paused on the street, looking up at the night sky above her, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, feeling the liquid escaping anyway, following the sticky trails of tears that had already fallen. “I miss you, mommy,” she whispered, blinking her eyes open, the stars blurred as she tried to clear the tears from them.

She turned her attention back to the street, and wrapped her arms around herself in an abstract hug as she made her way to the nearest store she could get liquor from.

It took ten minutes for her to return, purchasing the needed alcohol, and pausing to clean her face, erasing evidence of her own break down and re-applying her mascara and eyeliner. “I'm back!” she called out, forcing a cheery note into her tone as she stepped back into the kitchen.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-26 11:32 pm UTC (link)
He smiled and watched her as she left. He sighed and shoved a hand through his hair as the door shut behind her. He wasn't really sure how he was keeping it so together. but he was glad he wasn't in exactly the same frame of mind as he had been the night... he didn't let himself finish that thought, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

Peter slid off the counter and checked on the sauce she'd left him in charge of, stirring it before he leaned against the counter. He wasn't sure where else the night might go at this point, but for now, he was just trying not to think of anything at all.

"Welcome back," he smiled slightly as she entered the kitchen again. "No mishaps or anything in your absence." he chuckled.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-27 12:01 am UTC (link)
“Good,” she said with a bright grin, raising a bag full of clinking bottles. “I returned with needed supplies!” she added, setting the bag of beer and wine...along with a few harder liquors on a table, before pulling free a nice white wine and moving past him to the corkscrew she had found earlier, carefully opening it...or trying to, the cork getting stuck inside, the corkscrew popping free, ripping a hole in the cork.

“Damn it.” She pouted at the bottle, as if that would make the corkscrew magically free itself. She sighed, leaning against the counter, staring at the bottle of wine. “Figures,” he muttered as she read the label, giving a broken laugh. “It's her favorite winery.”

She had the sudden, irrational urge, to throw the bottle against a wall, and instead set it carefully down on the counter, stepping away from it and instead turning back to the stove, her movements stiff, controlled.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-27 01:32 am UTC (link)
"I see," he chuckled softly, watching her struggle with the opening of the wine bottle. When she turned back to the stove, he picked the bottle and the corkscrew up, popping the cork out, setting it back down on the counter.

"Hey," his voice was soft and he reached out to place a hand lightly on her arm. "You okay? This night's not all about me, you know?"

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-27 01:48 am UTC (link)

It was that gentle touch that undid her.

She turned, burring her face in his chest, arms wrapped tightly around him as she cried, dismissing the fact she was now smearing her make up across his shirt, too broken heart-ed to care at the moment, and instead taking the comfort he offered her.

She had tried so hard to keep it together, to make sure she was simply there to make him better...but the wine and the dinner and the memory of her mother's fading smile kept replaying in her head until she needed him as much as he needed her.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-27 02:02 am UTC (link)
Peter wasn't all that shocked by her reaction. This wasn't any easier on her than it was on him, and he knew that. She just wanted to keep up a front with him, for whatever reason. However, now, her walls were down.

For awhile, he just stood there, arms wrapped around her as she cried. He didn't care about the makeup on his shirt, didn't even think about it in the least, really. He just wanted to be there for her like she had been for him so far tonight.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-27 02:08 am UTC (link)
“I'm sorry,” she said, pulling away and wiping her eyes and nose on her sleeve, sniffling. “I shouldn't have, I was supposed to be here to make you feel better.” She didn't look at him as she took the bottle of wine he had opened, swirling some of it into the sauce, watching as it flamed up for a moment before the alcohol burned off.

“Can you hand me the hamburger, celery and mozzarella...uh, it's wrapped in a towel, rather then plastic,” she said, moving on as if she hadn't just broken down.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-27 02:21 am UTC (link)
"It's okay, don't worry about it.." he shook his head. "I told you, I'm here for you, same as you're here for me, didn't I?" He didn't understand her avid avoidance of facing her emotions. He could understand avoiding being over-the-top, but this was hardly that sort of situation.

"Yeah," he said, going to get the things she asked for from her bag and laying it all out on the kitchen counter. "Smells amazing." he admitted, smiling softly.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-27 02:40 am UTC (link)

“You did,” she said, before smiling at him. She moved over to the items, chopping the celery finely, before making stuffed meatballs. “Thank you, it's technically my grandmother's recipe from Rome...but Mom changed it up for more American tastes,” she said with a smile, remembering Nana Sofia’s constant complains that they were forgetting their roots, even as she ate the spaghetti by the bowlful.

She added the meatballs to the tomato sauce, gently stirring them, before tossing the noodles into the pot she had used to boil the tomatoes in. “So what's your favorite food?” she asked, looking at him.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-27 05:28 am UTC (link)
He watched as she moved around, doing more prep for the spaghetti, talking about her grandmother. There was a smile playing on her lips as she spoke of the woman that made Peter smile as well. The fondness that Enigma had for her grandmother was quite clear.

"Mmm, well, if we were at my house back in my world? I'd be obligated to say Aunt May's meatloaf." he laughed softly. "But since we're not... I guess I'd just say basic burger and fries," he shrugged.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-27 05:40 am UTC (link)
“Fancy,” she said, grinning at him, gently turning the meatballs before turning to fully look at him, giving him a tiny nudge with the spatula handle. “I'll have to introduce you to a larger taste,” she said as a joke, giving him a wide, bright grin, so at odd with the girl who broke down minutes before.

But it was obvious she wasn't hiding, the sadness still on the edges of her expression, but put aside for the moment, so they could move on without breaking down, if only for a little while. “Right, so you like Aunt May's meatloaf, burgers and fries...a big meat eater there?”

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-27 01:17 pm UTC (link)
He laughed softly, "Won't hear me complaining." he assured her, a grin spreading across his lips.

"Yeeeah, I guess you could say that," he shrugged slightly befgore he arched a curious eyebrow in her direction. "Why?"

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-27 03:56 pm UTC (link)
"Just making a note for the next time I bribe you with food. I think you might enjoy a nice, thick medium rare steak with a blue cheese and mushroom covering, paired with seasoned fries," she said, smiling.

She let the meatballs cook, the cheese inside getting melty as she poured them each a glass of wine from the bottle, offering him one. "So, I know you enjoy meat, I know you play vigilante, and I know you enjoy engineering...any other dark secrets I should find out?

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-28 05:16 am UTC (link)
"Oh, I see," he nodded, laughing softly. That did sound pretty good... He watched as she poured the wine into glasses and he took the one she offered to him.

"Dark secrets?" he asked after he took a sip of the wine. A soft chuckle passed his lips and he shook his head. "Nah, I...I'm not really a dark secrets kinda guy."

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-28 05:27 am UTC (link)
"Good, they just get in the way," she said with a grin, sipping her wine as she gently rotated the meatballs and stirred the pasta, watching the noodles for a moment before resting her hip against the stove, turning to him.

"Am I being any help?" she asked watching him. "I can shut up and let you be in silence if you need..." she smiled at him sadly. "I'm just...never sure what to do or say at times of loss, no matter how many times I've gone through it.

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-28 04:24 pm UTC (link)
"I agree," he nodded. "Makes a pretty big mess of things when you're trying to keep up with a bunch of secrets... they end up like lies, one builds on top of another and eventually, you start to lose track."

"Yeah," he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "you are, actually... Keeping my mind off of it, at least for awhile."

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-30 01:28 am UTC (link)
“Yup. Especially if you're trying to remember who you've told and who you haven't and the you tell the wrong person and get shot and it's just a mess,” she said with a grin, grabbing a colander and setting it in the sink, running cool water over it as she dumped the cooked pasta, gently cooling the noodles so that they stopped cooking before patting them dry.

“Alright, doll, where are your plates?” she asked, as she returned the pasta to the pan, gently stirring it around the still hot metal so that it cooked off the last of the water and cooled the pan. “And how many meatballs do you want?”

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-30 06:24 pm UTC (link)
"Well, you've clearly thought this out to further points than I have," he teased her, a small smirk playing on his lips.

He turned to grab two plates from the cabinet,. "Plates." He said, holding them out to her. "Two or three, should be a good start." he chuckled softly.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-30 06:32 pm UTC (link)

“I may have kept secrets, once upon a time,” she said with a smile. “Years ago, when I was younger and stupider.” She accepted the plates and set them on the stove, carefully putting the pasta on them before adding the sauce in a puddle on the noodles. She added three meatballs to his plate, carefully slicing one open so that the cheese oozed out a bit, making sure the arrangement was visually pleasing before handing it to him with a grin, turning back to making her own plate, a bit more haphazard with her own.

She grabbed her plate and wine glass, turning to look at him. “Alright, lead me to a chair, cutie. Unless you want me to stand and eat,”

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[info]itsallspandex
2012-09-30 07:13 pm UTC (link)
"Young and stupid, isn't that what our generation tends to do best?" He laughed softly, taking the plate she handed to him. Grabbing his wine, he led her into the living room to the couch because tonight? He didn't care about being proper and sitting at a table. Tonight was about distracting from the normal order of things.

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[info]_enigma
2012-09-30 07:31 pm UTC (link)
Enigma grinned, following him and taking a seat on the couch, carefully setting her glass on the ground and toeing off one of her sneakers, using her toes to keep the glass steady as she twirled pasta around her fork, carefully taking a bite.

She chewed thoughtfully, chasing a meatball around her plate for a moment before giving up and simply eating as she normally would, pursing her lips for the next bite, sucking in the long noodle strand that had escaped the fork, giggling slightly as it flew loose of the fork and hit her chin, leaving a trail of sauce across it. “I'm a bit of a messy eater, sorry,” she said, using her thumb to clean the sauce from her chin, before sucking the finger clean before taking a sip of her wine.

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