come_sailaway | You Better Watch Out...

Who: Peter Parker and you
What: Something feels off and Peter's feeling a little jumpy
When: The last day of March
Where: Various Places
Warnings: eh... I'll update as needed

It starts with a prickle | Breakfast

Peter's sitting at a table with a book propped open against the table and a plate filled with all manner of high calorie foods. He's got pancakes, a fruit cup, a bagel, some French toast, some small boxes of cereal, and some bacon and eggs. He's got a strip of bacon in his hands as he's calmly reading from a book he more than likely has borrowed from the library.

He looks a little tense though, his shoulders at tight and it's taking him a slight bit longer to read each page than it maybe should. Maybe it's because he's got a book at the table he knows his aunt would throw a fit if she knew or maybe it's because he's still on edge and has been ever since waking up here. He's figure out how to mostly tune the uncomfortable feeling down but now a new one creeps in and he stops reading, glancing around the room in search of what could possibly be upsetting his spider-sense now.

"Oh-uh... I just-I thought I heard um... my name." He invents quickly when he notices someone watching him. "I didn't. False alarm." He assures, flashing a grin and turning his attention back to that book.

It's a Warning | Wandering Around in the middle of day

Peter's just meandering around the boat in search of something to do now that he's managed to find himself incredibly board. There are lots of things to do such as play a game at the arcade or go swimming or read another book but he doesn't want to do any of that. Maybe he'll check out the stores again, just for fun?

He pauses, stopping mid steps as a weird feeling overcomes him and he glances around. Something doesn't feel right-more so than normal, but just like before he can't place what it is. It's almost like dread but that's not how he'd describe it.

Nothing looks out of place, no one looks dangerous and he'd really like for his spider-sense to go off at random.

Something's Coming | Late into the evening out on the Deck

Peter's having a rough night. There's been a buzzing at the back of his neck since this afternoon and he still hasn't figured out why. He knows his senses are trying to warn him of something but they're not very forthcoming with what they're warning him about. It's gotten so bad his head is starting to hurt again and while he'd like to sleep it off he can't with the constant buzzing telling him to be alert.

Alert for what? He want's to demand but he knows he'll never get an answer. So, instead of sleeping as most fifteen year old boys should be doing at this time, he's up and about and pacing the deck, just checking in on things to make sure nothing is about to go horribly wrong.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The former assassin currently calling himself Sarge doesn't sleep much at night. That requires being vulnerable in the same place as his roommate, who he doesn't particularly like, after all. So he's out and about, himself, though not with any warning buzzing.

He's seen Peter about, though hasn't gotten close enough to really approach him, and he doesn't recognize the boy. So he just passes by him, intending to keep going, giving him a nod in passing.

"Hey." Peter's nods in response when someone acknowledges him it's only the polite thing to do and then he freezes. He'd recognize that metal arm anywhere. That's that same guy from the airport! Black Widow, now him. What are the chances that Cap himself turns up? "Hey wait!" He moves to catch up again.

"You uh-" How exactly did he approach this without sounding rude. "Do I-you seem really familiar..." He tries, still feeling extremely awkward. "Do you-I think I know you." That still sounds rude but there's no taking it back now. "Do you... know Captain America?"

He stops when Peter starts to follow, half-turning to look over his shoulder in the boy's general direction. There's that name. The name that means "target" but also means "protect" and also means "ugh this asshole" and also "until the end of the line". "Yes," he says warily.

Then he gives Peter a narrow once-over, not once making eye contact, and says, "I don't know you. But that doesn't mean much."

"Oh..." Peter stops in his tracks at that revelation. Wait. He only met the man as Spider-Man, no wonder he doesn't know him. "Um! I'm actually Spider-man. I'm just.. not uh.. wearing my suit. Obviously.." He offers nervously.

He tries to think of who Spider-man is. Was he in any mission briefings? Had he been in the news in the few days he'd had of freedom? There's nothing he can recall. He must've been from some mission before the last wipe.

So he shakes his head. "I still don't know who that is." He pauses, then adds, like maybe it matters, "Sorry. I don't remember much. It's not personal."

Natasha is returning from spending some time at one of the many bars on the ship, wearing something a little more suited to cocktail hour. But for all appearances, she's rather sober as she approaches Peter on the deck, water bottle in hand even. She stops near the edge of his pacing's path and raises an eyebrow.

"Something I should worry about?" Him pacing, she means. Peter seems...very on edge about something.

Peter looks up as Natasha approaches and can't help but wrinkle his nose the tiniest bit as he smell traces of alcohol. Black Widow isn't drunk is she? That's be so weird he doesn't know how he'd feel about that. She at least doesn't seem drunk?

"Um.. I don't-I just.. I've kinda felt weird all day?" He states. "Like something's coming but I don't know what it is." He states bluntly. She's aware of his powers so there's no sense in hiding them when his danger-sense goes off. "...you haven't seen anything have you?

Nyuu's also taking some time to check out the shops again, even using her vectors to reach the merchandise that's on the higher shelves she can't reach. While the strange hands wouldn't be visible to Peter, it'd be entirely possible for them to be picked up by his spider-sense.

When she feels eyes on her, Nyuu turns to look over her shoulder, finding Peter looking around with his eyes landing on her briefly. She assumes the bewildered look in his eyes is because he can actually see her vectors.

"Um? Can you see them?" she asks, turning herself around completely. "My other hands, I mean?" The vector holding a square cushion hovers closer to Nyuu, though to Peter it will look as if the cushion is floating around on its own.

Peter's just checking out a pair of sunglasses that look kinda like a pair he's seen Tony wear before, trying not think about the fact something feels.. off. He's got the sunglasses on his face and looking in a mirror when the feeling spikes.

He pauses to look around to try and figure out what it is his spider-sense is freaking about now. He pulls the the sunglasses down a little and frowns at the girl that appears to have some kind of super power. Interesting.

"I-! What? no!" He shakes his head. Are they supposed to be secret? Well he can't actually see anything but he can feel something's amiss.

Nyuu shrinks back a little from his outburst, but soon relaxes again. "You were staring, so I thought you could see them, but I was also told that they're invisible to most people." Now that she looks back on it, she realizes too late that he was probably staring because to him it looked as if the pillow was floating in midair.

She smiles sheepishly as she puts the pillow back where it was before, on one of the higher shelves she normally wouldn't be able to reach on her own.

"I'm sorry if I startled you. Why don't we start over with the introductions?" She smiles and bows her head in greeting. "I'm Nyuu." Oh! She should probably mention some things about her world, since she's been around for enough time to realize that not everyone on this ship is familiar with her version of Earth.

"I'm from a planet called Earth, but the specific country I'm from is Japan."

Peter might not be expecting to find a tiny child in 1800s finery sitting in a deck chair, tiny stockinged ankles crossed, drinking from a to-go coffee-cup with a lid, and reading a book several inches thick. It is apparently an illustrated novel with piratical adventures, given the busty pirate ladies in the engraving.

Claudia looks up at him blankly, dark blue eyes and golden ringlets, a perfect porcelain doll face. You dare disturb her reading, unmannerly young sir?

You Better Watch Out...

Something's Coming

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

something's coming

no subject

It's a Warning (Nyuu)

no subject

oh no, I thought I already responded to this I'm so sorry;;

Something's Coming