Brooding on a rooftop

[hashtagparkerluck]

Spider-man is up late tonight, it seems. Something on the radio had him crawl out of his window and take a seat near the museum so he could watch over it. It must have been a false alarm but he's out here anyway, why not just chill in the evening air?

"Everything seems quiet tonight, Peter. You should be able to head back now." Karen tells him in her usual somewhat soothing tone of voice. Or maybe that's just how it sounds to him. He lets out a sigh and pulls off his mask before running his hands through his hair.

"Really, there's nothing?" He glances down at Shelob who just offers a shrug. It was good there wasn't a whole lot of crime, he guessed but now how was he supposed to distract himself on bad nights? He lets out another sigh and pulls his mask back on.

"Hey Karen, what time is it?"

"It is now three fourteen, AM. You have school in approximately six hours. It is recommended that you get some sleep."

"Right. Sleep." Peter shakes his head, knowing that isn't going to happen. "Really, there's absolutely nothing on the radar? No one that needs Spider-Man's help?"

"Everything is peaceful at this time. You should head to bed soon."

"Spina." Shelob agrees. Peter ignores them both and just sits with his legs hanging over the edge of the roof.

Comments

Time for an apology

[withoutcontrolofmyself]

Wes doesn't sleep regular hours. Between being poked and prodded by Team Cipher and being sent on missions, it's practically ingrained into Wes to be ready to go at all times. It hasn't quite registered to Wes even after a few weeks in Alola, so he finds himself sleeping at random hours of the day and being awake at strange hours of the night.

Which is why he's out for a late night walk. Besides Hala's Komala (who follows after him since he's still on probation), Wes is alone with his egg, quietly reflecting on things.

Wes is not sure why he looks up. Maybe he sees the teenager's legs. Maybe he hears Shelob. Regardless, in the bright moonlight he can make out the vague outline of Peter. This looks like the rough shape and size of someone he knows.

"Spider-Man." Down here, kiddo.

[lucky_peni]

There's a motion, a blur, and a form drops down over his face as Peni literally hangs down above him from a overhead hang on her own spider-line. "Hey Peter," she greeted. "I thought I sensed teenage brooding from here!"

That tingle? Was Peni on approach. What up?

"I got my sleep in early, so I was just taking SP//dr out for a morning run. He was getting a little stiff."

That big looming shape over behind you with a big ol' smiley face on its windshield? That's SP//dr Peter. SUP.