This here's the very cleverly named post-canon update prompt, around the 15thish
A: for Poison
Long story short, Peter's been missing for a couple days. Probably two, probably three, it's hard to say in a place like Anchor. Either way he hasn't been around, hasn't been at home, hasn't been at the lab, hasn't been popping in to check on his buddies in agriculture, hasn't been answering his phone. He's just been gone, ooooh nooooo.
See, he'd been teleported home for five years and eight months, except he was dead for five of those years so they probably don't count? Who even knows how that works, but the eight months he was alive definitely counted. He did a bunch of shit, fought some things, made a friend who turned around and betrayed him, some other stuff happened, it's been a busy year. But now he's back, reappearing in a cool new Spider-Man suit in the same spot he'd vanished from, that being the living room of the apartment he shares with Poison. This of course scares the shit out of the cats which in turn startles the shit out of him, so now he's up on the ceiling trying to get his ENTIRE BRAIN in order and also one of these cats is part octopus and is climbing up the wall because it missed him and wants pets.
B: Open
After finally managing to calm himself down (Poison most certainly did all the work let's be honest), Peter's out and about and on his way to R&D because hoo buddy he and Qubit need to have A Talk. He's ditched his mask, maybe he should have changed out of his suit into something less superhero-y, but fuck it, he's cranky. Not too cranky to stop and chat if someone pulls him over though, and certainly not too cranky to check his phone for messages he might have missed while he was gone.
In fact he's just going to post a brief text to the network just in case.
Hey, it's Peter. Sorry about the radio silence for the past however long you haven't been able to get a hold of me. I promise I didn't get eaten by any crazy, radioactive mutant bears or anything. 👍
Of course he's going to leave it as vague as possible what did you expect.
Looking kinda familiar
Aside from what seemed to be a very brief encounter with one of those weird blob things, there isn't anything obvious following Peter around. He saw it trailing him, went 'aw you're weird and cute' and probably tried to pet it because that's how he rolls, but didn't think much about it after that and never really saw it again. The reason he didn't see it wasn't because it stopped following him, it just made itself super tiny and decided to become a teeeeeeny tiny jumping spider and started catching rides on Peter's clothes and stuff. Which he never noticed, and that was fine up until it decided to start talking to him.
Understandably, disembodied voices aren't really doing Peter's mental state any favors, even if the thing can't quite make full words yet. He's still getting out and can be found pretty much anywhere, but when he's not nervously looking over his shoulder for the source of the mysterious voice, he's grabbing the nearest person to him and saying "please tell me you can hear that too."
This is fine, everything's normal.
Creatures from the black locked room
What Peter wants to do is post to the network with obnoxiously sized sparkle text that reads "I TOLD YOU SO". What he's actually doing is getting his ass kicked by these monsters while trying and failing horribly to stop them. Hitting them does nothing, their claws can cut through his webs, none of his usual advantages are helping him here at all. Life sucks for ya boi Peter, basically. Even more so now that he's gone and gotten his leg torn open by one of theses nightmare puppies, and they've got him cornered in the bar. He's just bleeding everywhere and trying not to freak out while also wishing he'd thought to call for backup before he'd lost his phone while trying to wrangle these things.
Peter Parker | MCU [CRAU] | ota
A: for Poison
Long story short, Peter's been missing for a couple days. Probably two, probably three, it's hard to say in a place like Anchor. Either way he hasn't been around, hasn't been at home, hasn't been at the lab, hasn't been popping in to check on his buddies in agriculture, hasn't been answering his phone. He's just been gone, ooooh nooooo.
See, he'd been teleported home for five years and eight months, except he was dead for five of those years so they probably don't count? Who even knows how that works, but the eight months he was alive definitely counted. He did a bunch of shit, fought some things, made a friend who turned around and betrayed him, some other stuff happened, it's been a busy year. But now he's back, reappearing in a cool new Spider-Man suit in the same spot he'd vanished from, that being the living room of the apartment he shares with Poison. This of course scares the shit out of the cats which in turn startles the shit out of him, so now he's up on the ceiling trying to get his ENTIRE BRAIN in order and also one of these cats is part octopus and is climbing up the wall because it missed him and wants pets.
B: Open
After finally managing to calm himself down (Poison most certainly did all the work let's be honest), Peter's out and about and on his way to R&D because hoo buddy he and Qubit need to have A Talk. He's ditched his mask, maybe he should have changed out of his suit into something less superhero-y, but fuck it, he's cranky. Not too cranky to stop and chat if someone pulls him over though, and certainly not too cranky to check his phone for messages he might have missed while he was gone.
In fact he's just going to post a brief text to the network just in case.
Hey, it's Peter. Sorry about the radio silence for the past however long you haven't been able to get a hold of me. I promise I didn't get eaten by any crazy, radioactive mutant bears or anything. 👍
Of course he's going to leave it as vague as possible what did you expect.
Looking kinda familiar
Aside from what seemed to be a very brief encounter with one of those weird blob things, there isn't anything obvious following Peter around. He saw it trailing him, went 'aw you're weird and cute' and probably tried to pet it because that's how he rolls, but didn't think much about it after that and never really saw it again. The reason he didn't see it wasn't because it stopped following him, it just made itself super tiny and decided to become a teeeeeeny tiny jumping spider and started catching rides on Peter's clothes and stuff. Which he never noticed, and that was fine up until it decided to start talking to him.
Understandably, disembodied voices aren't really doing Peter's mental state any favors, even if the thing can't quite make full words yet. He's still getting out and can be found pretty much anywhere, but when he's not nervously looking over his shoulder for the source of the mysterious voice, he's grabbing the nearest person to him and saying "please tell me you can hear that too."
This is fine, everything's normal.
Creatures from the black locked room
What Peter wants to do is post to the network with obnoxiously sized sparkle text that reads "I TOLD YOU SO". What he's actually doing is getting his ass kicked by these monsters while trying and failing horribly to stop them. Hitting them does nothing, their claws can cut through his webs, none of his usual advantages are helping him here at all. Life sucks for ya boi Peter, basically. Even more so now that he's gone and gotten his leg torn open by one of theses nightmare puppies, and they've got him cornered in the bar. He's just bleeding everywhere and trying not to freak out while also wishing he'd thought to call for backup before he'd lost his phone while trying to wrangle these things.
So, that's how Peter's day's going.