Glitter-bombs, Web Fluid, and No Shampoo (Closed to Peter)

[st_x5_494]

"Son-of-a-" Alec's voice came from the bathroom. It did not sound pleased.

About ten minutes later the water turned off and Alec emerged in a towel looking annoyed. He shot Peter a glance. "If you used the last of my shampoo, tell me now, otherwise I'm going to start plotting that raccoon's demise." Because his shampoo and conditioner had been empty every day this week and they were running low in the boutique. While Peter's more generic brand was alright, it wasn't the same. Alec liked the full body, full volume with Argan oil in it kind.

He padded into his room and after another moment or two there was a little bursting sound and then another "Son-of-a-bitch."

Alec emerged with a head filled with blue and pink glitter. It stuck on his shoulders and cascaded down his back and chest. He had thought he thoroughly checked his room. Alec had been wrong.

Comments

[st_x5_494]

"Ethylene." He had 'procured' it from somewhere Peter probably didn't want to know. Alec knew how he felt about stealing and Alec supposed, technically, it was stealing. "Thought it might help with your fluid problem."

[st_arkintern]

Peter's face brightens at the explanation. "Thanks!" he says. "Where'd you find it?" It'd been awhile since the portal opened, so he had to find it here at the inn, right?

[st_x5_494]

"Do you really want to know?" Alec looked at him. Sometimes knowledge was better off stored away.

[st_arkintern]

Alec's answer tells Peter everything he needs to know.

"Maybe not," he says. "I took your suggestions into account and I made a couple of changes," He gives the vial a little shake. "This will help."

He sets it down on the table.

"I'll probably start initial tests next week," he says. If it manages to come out the way he wants it to.

[st_x5_494]

"How did you even start making this to begin with? Did you get bored one day and decided climbing walls wasn't enough?" He couldn't really picture how you went from A to B. "And how clueless is your teacher?"

[st_arkintern]

"Yeah, basically," Peter says.

"I didn't really want to beat up anyone too bad, so the best way to handle things was to find some way to bind them up," he says. That was the original problem he was trying to solve. "After I did that, I thought up other ways to use it, too."

Like swinging around with it.

"I did a lot of the early experiments in the lab after school," he says. "But sometimes I did it in class. Most of the teachers don't really care what I'm doing in class as long as it's not a distraction 'cause I make good grades."

[st_x5_494]

He pursed his lips together and nodded. Peter using that to his advantage was pretty smart and even tactical.

"You ever get yourself stuck in your own web?" He almost said fluid, but he was playing nice at the moment.

[st_arkintern]

"Yeah, once, at school," he says. "My hands got all caught up together and I couldn't break free of it. I ended up skipping class and went straight home with my sweatshirt draped over my arms to cover it up."

That'd been Ned's idea.

"I looked weird, but at least no one saw it when I walked home."

[st_x5_494]

Alec would have paid to see what probably was a fantastically amusing moment of panic when it happened.

Then Alec had an idea.

He disappeared in his room and came back with the glitter bomb. It was useless as it was, but with some fixing...

"You ever explode your web?"

[st_arkintern]

"No," Peter says firmly, shaking head. "I'm not helping you do that."

[st_x5_494]

He pursed his lips together and nodded. "Alright, fine. I guess I could make an old fashion real one." He shrugged casually and began walking back to retrieve the left over bomb part.

[st_arkintern]

"You're not going to do that," Peter says, lips pressed together. He knows Alec's just trying to goad him. He's not going to actually do it.

At least Peter thinks so.

[st_x5_494]

"Maybe not the kind that blow up, but smoke bombs are pretty useful. Or stink bombs." He looked upwards thoughtfully, as if thinking out loud and planning. "Could probably combine the two."

[st_arkintern]

Peter frowns. "I'm not helping you," Peter says insistently. "You're going to have to figure out how to do it yourself."

Peter takes his notebook in hand and grips it tightly.

[st_x5_494]

He rolled his eyes. "You know I built bombs before, right?" And he remembered everything written down in the notebook, but he didn't point that out.

[st_arkintern]

"Yeah, but you're not gonna do it," Peter insists, stubbornly. "That's actually dangerous, and you wouldn't kill someone for annoying you."

Or so Peter believes.

[st_x5_494]

"I'd fill their room with sulphur though." Rotten eggs for days. "Friendly-fire's going to happen again at some point. Do you really want to be wearing, I don't know, toothpaste all over yourself? You want it on Liz?"

[st_arkintern]

"I don't mind toothpaste on me, and I'm not letting Liz come over until this is all sorted. Which is why you should apologize."

It sucks not feeling comfortable enough with the safety of their room to have his girlfriend over.

"If you promise to apologize for whatever you did afterwards, I'll show you how I think you do it."

[st_x5_494]

"Wait. So, are you saying you'd help build a web bomb if I apologize after the raccoon gets webbed for two hours?" Because... it was a tempting agreement.

[st_arkintern]

"Yeah, but you have to apologize for everything," he says. "Not just the web bomb. And you have to swear to it."

[st_x5_494]

There was clearly more consideration on Alec's face. He crossed his arms of his chest. "Stipulations of the apology would include what?"

[st_arkintern]

"I know you know how to apologize," Peter says. He knows that from experience. "I also know you know what you need to apologize for."

[st_x5_494]

He rolled his eyes again. "Okay, mom" Not that Alec actually had any concept of what having a mom was like, but it felt like a mom thing.

"Fine, but I apologize in my own way and you don't get all sad and whiny about it."

[st_arkintern]

"I need you to act it out," Peter says, placing his hands down on the top of his thighs.

He's concerned about what Alec means by his own way.

[st_x5_494]

Alec shifted his weight. "Are you asking me to roleplay with you right now?" And then the question is it really worth this becomes prevalent.