daretodo: ([smm] Not gonna stand here and wait.)
[personal profile] daretodo
The date hasn't escaped my notice. Even if I wasn't a New Yorker, born and raised, even if I hadn't picked my way through the rubble of the World Trade Center, today would have some meaning for me, though it's hardly comparable. Nearly getting killed by a friend on a bender isn't exactly on the same scale as flying airplanes into buildings, after all, and just putting them in the same sentence feels cheap. They share an anniversary; that's more or less where the similarities end.

Consequently, what also shares an anniversary, give or take a couple of days, is Tony's sobriety. In AA, they give out these medallions for certain milestones; they're about the size of a poker chip, nothing too conspicuous. I've made one for the occasion from a piece of scrap metal that I shaped, engraved, and painted -- red and blue, with gold detailing -- over a few weeks between working on other projects. It's on the table in front of me, in plain view so I don't forget it whenever Tony decides to grace me with his presence.

It's rare that I actually ask him for help with something, preferring to keep most of my private stuff, well, private, but one of those other projects I've been working on needs a second pair of hands.

See, I've been working on this one thing, on and off, for the better part of a year: a spider-sense that's technologically based, allowing me a facsimile of the power I relied on more than I would've ever realized if I'd never lost it to start.

It's been little more than a series of glorified motion sensors until recently, each one carefully threaded throughout the material of the quote-unquote 'Vespa' suit that I designed with supplies given to me by whatever forces are in charge of the mysterious presents passed out every January. A part of me thinks it's a bribe to keep us all appeased just a little bit longer, but I've long since passed the point where I'm appeased by much of anything this place has to offer. This is a petri dish of a prison -- an experiment. And even if I don't spend my every waking moment clawing at a way out of here, trying to find a way home, I never forget that one single fact. Not since MJ disappeared.

But still, bribe or not -- experiment or not -- the raw materials I received have proven useful. Sure, things would've gone a heck of a lot faster if I'd had better facilities to work with, or had been less distracted with my mess of a personal life, or had listened to my own speech about impossible problems needing time to solve, but as it stands, I've finally got something workable on my hands. Something a bit better than a bunch of glorified heat and motion sensors.

In an effort at recreating the sensation of my old ability, the current network relies on localized pulses that increase in strength depending on the threat -- basically, the bigger the pulse, the more whatever's about to run into me is gonna hurt if I don't get out of the way, fast. To make the whole process a little less subjective, though -- and to make swinging through the trees a heckuva lot easier -- I've got it connected to a HUD in the left eye piece that analyzes the surrounding environment, increasing my spatial awareness up to 100 feet in all directions so that I don't run into anything. I've even managed to repurpose most of my old spider-tracers to work on the new frequency, and though I doubt I'll have much need to track people on an island this size, you never know when technological breadcrumbs'll come in handy.

Provided it all actually works, I'd say I'm kind of a genius. I mean, it's impressive, really, even if it's not perfect. Eventually, I'd like to upgrade the HUD to something more sophisticated, something with more processing ability to analyze a greater variety of threats -- ones that don't just involve what's out there to hit me -- but I'm working with scraps salvaged from a homicidal space station and a limited power source, here, and arc reactors don't grow on trees. Still, it's functioning enough to warrant further testing, which is why I'm in the workshop decked out in full gear, sweating like a pig and waiting for Tony to show up.

Or, well, a boar, I guess. We don't have pigs here, and I like to keep my references apt. It's a thing.

Anyway, sweating like a boar and growing impatient, I've long since pulled off my mask, and am about to ask Jarvis if Tony's even in the mansion, when the guy finally strolls in.

"There you are," I say on a sigh. "I was about to send out a search party."

Date: 2011-09-08 09:03 am (UTC)
notawastedlife: (idk my bff rhodey)
From: [personal profile] notawastedlife
"He's... fine," Tony said, now holding the other side of the frying pan as well, so it was in both hands, between Pepper and himself. "No, he's- he'll be fine, we'll get him... some ice?"

This was not the question. He was aware this was not an answer to the question he had in fact been asked. He was just a little certain that I hit him with a frying pan because he asked me to was not going to fly.

He'd try it, certainly, it was the truth, he wasn't going to lie, but best to start with that assessment of the situation. Such as it was.
Edited Date: 2011-09-08 09:05 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-09-10 05:03 am (UTC)
wildlyconflicted: (002)
From: [personal profile] wildlyconflicted
"Peter, can you hear me?" Pepper asked as he gaze shifted from his head to where his hand had landed inexplicably atop her Jimmy Choo. He'd not be so disoriented if he didn't have a concussion, which meant Tony had either hit him in the head or hit him elsewhere hard enough that he fell and then hit his head anyway. She rolled a furious gaze up to her boyfriend.

"Ice. Now. Before I take that from you and beat you with it."

Date: 2011-09-10 05:11 am (UTC)
notawastedlife: (Well... good.)
From: [personal profile] notawastedlife
"...is that a great idea? That's how we got in this situation to begin with," Tony pointed out, to be reasonable.

As he took a step back and tossed the frying pan onto the table, a safe distance away from... everyone, really, before bounding up the steps to retrieve said ice. He was reckless, not stupid.

Date: 2011-09-10 06:03 am (UTC)
wildlyconflicted: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wildlyconflicted
"Take it slowly," Pepper advised as she caught a hand against Peter's back. "You've been hit in the head, I think you might have a concussion." Naturally, she had no idea how that had happened, but hopefully Tony could clarify when he got back. (If he got back. She had threatened to beat him with a frying pan.)

"Can you take your mask off so I can get a better look at you?"

Date: 2011-09-11 12:10 pm (UTC)
wildlyconflicted: (012)
From: [personal profile] wildlyconflicted
"Here, just— Let me get it," Pepper said as her deft fingers moved to pull Peter's away. Afraid he might pitch over again without her support, she shifted so that he could lean back against her and then began to gently pull the mask free.

"You do know who I am, don't you?" she asked, hesitant to assume when Peter didn't even know what had happened to him.

Date: 2011-09-12 09:25 am (UTC)
notawastedlife: (well but okay yeah)
From: [personal profile] notawastedlife
They had ice. It was a reasonable thing to have, in the conditions, and also considering that while Tony had never quite concussed himself as badly as Peter seemed to be right now, he had launched himself across the workshop on more than one occasion.

He even knew where they kept it, although admittedly that was less of an achievement than remembering where they kept the frying pan. (In the workshop, apparently.)

He took the stairs down two at a time. "Got it. Hey, he's sitting up, see, doing well."

Date: 2011-09-13 06:18 am (UTC)
wildlyconflicted: (013)
From: [personal profile] wildlyconflicted
"You hit him over the head with a frying pan, didn't you?" Pepper asked as she held a hand out for the ice pack and scowled up at her boyfriend. "A frying pan. He probably has a concussion now, thanks to you. Peter, here—" She pressed the ice pack into Peter's hand after snatching it from Tony's. "Hold that on your head."

Date: 2011-09-14 08:19 am (UTC)
notawastedlife: (well but okay yeah)
From: [personal profile] notawastedlife
"In my defence," Tony said, taking a small step back after handing over the ice pack and continuing to hover, "I thought he'd duck."

Date: 2011-09-17 07:51 am (UTC)
wildlyconflicted: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wildlyconflicted
"You thought he'd duck," Pepper slowly repeated, in the hope that Tony would recognize how ridiculous it sounded. "Why were you swinging a frying pan at Peter in the first place?"

Date: 2011-09-18 03:41 am (UTC)
notawastedlife: (I am explaining. Let me explain.)
From: [personal profile] notawastedlife
"Why was I- I was doing him a favor," Tony said, putting up his hands. "Tell her, Pete. ...he may not remember. It was by request."

Date: 2011-09-19 07:29 am (UTC)
wildlyconflicted: (013)
From: [personal profile] wildlyconflicted
"He requested that you beat him with a frying pan?" Pepper asked in an angry hiss, trying to keep her voice down. "And you thought that was a reasonable request. To swing a frying pan at your best friend's head." At this point, she wasn't sure it even mattered to her what they had been trying to accomplish by hitting each other with cookware. It had been stupid.

"You could have killed him, you know," she continued. "You could have done permanent damage. Did it never occur to you to use something softer to do…whatever you were doing?"

Date: 2011-09-19 10:02 am (UTC)
notawastedlife: (That's not what I meant)
From: [personal profile] notawastedlife
"...yyyyyes? We're not- we're not testing whether his set-up can detect a pillow," Tony protested, also trying to speak lower, after a louder opening before he registered the request. "It wasn't going- clearly, he isn't dead, it wasn't that hard."

Date: 2011-09-27 10:18 pm (UTC)
wildlyconflicted: (013)
From: [personal profile] wildlyconflicted
"Oh, obviously it wasn't that hard," Pepper replied with a pointed look to Peter. "He didn't forget his own name, right? You'd need something much harder for that."

Date: 2011-09-29 08:18 am (UTC)
notawastedlife: (Well... good.)
From: [personal profile] notawastedlife
"Right, it's only very temporary and localized memory loss," Tony said. "I used to get that all the time, and I'm, obviously, fine."

He paused. "...we should probably get him checked out."

Date: 2011-10-02 07:38 pm (UTC)
wildlyconflicted: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wildlyconflicted
"Peter—" Pepper began, and pushed hastily to her feet so that she could place a steadying hand against his back. "Take it easy, please. One concussion is more than enough for today. Tony, a little help? I can't carry him upstairs by myself." She certainly seemed like she was determined to try, however, by the way she'd begin to heft Peter up by the arm.

"You'll need to help him change, too, you know how he is about people knowing his identity, and he obviously needs to see a doctor."

Date: 2011-10-03 06:06 am (UTC)
notawastedlife: (well but okay yeah)
From: [personal profile] notawastedlife
"Where's whatsisface and the Strategic Whosits when you need a cover story," Tony muttered, circling around them to take Peter's other arm and help Pepper get him upright, if somewhat... tilted.

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Peter Parker, also known as the vigilante, Spider-Man, is one of Marvel Comics' flagship characters. Created by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko in 1962, Spider-Man first debuted in Amazing Fantasy #15.

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