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blabbering[this morning, there'd been a plan. wake up early, painfully early. gather up his backpack and all the things he'd laid out the night before. make his own breakfast, because aunt may has her licensing exam to become a nurse and she's got enough to worry about without worrying about him, too. leave with plenty of time to get to lower manhattan without needing even the slightest bit of a rush.
but nothing ever goes according to plan, nothing at all, absolutely nothing. it's a reality when you live in a city with over eight million people, when the unexpected is just as much a part of the daily morning commute as a run to starbucks. it's even more of a reality when you're spider-man, when the criminals you're swinging after honestly don't care that you have chem lab at 8 AM and you were already running late like twenty minutes ago, do they?
only the first week of a new semester, and he's already setting a precedent for making promises he can't keep. a resolve to do better, to start fresh and clean up life-as-peter-parker, is already dead in the water within two days. there's only a mess left in its wake, an absolutely disheveled mess with the worst ever case of mask-hair sticking up in all directions, running down the sidewalks of nyu at top speed. he whips out his phone, glances down at the screen to see that he's got approximately two minutes to get past about six more buildings, and -
wham
yeah, so he totally, literally, just ran into someone. a girl- a pretty girl, he can't help but notice. the kind of pretty girl who doesn't have one strand of hair out of place, who is probably going to start glaring all kinds of daggers in his direction in t-minus two seconds. and he can't just stand here; he has to say something, to do something. mental scrambling fills a moment of silence, before -]
I'm - I'm sorry, so sorry. I am sincerely sorry, you would honestly not believe how sorry I am, honestly. [god, what an awkward beat. he lifts a hand to awkwardly flatten some of his hair against his head.] Wasn't looking, wasn't - [and another one. when he drops his gaze, he's greeted with a full picture of the girl's books and papers strewn out all over the sidewalk. bending down to reach for them is just as good of an excuse to not actually make eye contact with her as any.] I'll help.
but nothing ever goes according to plan, nothing at all, absolutely nothing. it's a reality when you live in a city with over eight million people, when the unexpected is just as much a part of the daily morning commute as a run to starbucks. it's even more of a reality when you're spider-man, when the criminals you're swinging after honestly don't care that you have chem lab at 8 AM and you were already running late like twenty minutes ago, do they?
only the first week of a new semester, and he's already setting a precedent for making promises he can't keep. a resolve to do better, to start fresh and clean up life-as-peter-parker, is already dead in the water within two days. there's only a mess left in its wake, an absolutely disheveled mess with the worst ever case of mask-hair sticking up in all directions, running down the sidewalks of nyu at top speed. he whips out his phone, glances down at the screen to see that he's got approximately two minutes to get past about six more buildings, and -
wham
yeah, so he totally, literally, just ran into someone. a girl- a pretty girl, he can't help but notice. the kind of pretty girl who doesn't have one strand of hair out of place, who is probably going to start glaring all kinds of daggers in his direction in t-minus two seconds. and he can't just stand here; he has to say something, to do something. mental scrambling fills a moment of silence, before -]
I'm - I'm sorry, so sorry. I am sincerely sorry, you would honestly not believe how sorry I am, honestly. [god, what an awkward beat. he lifts a hand to awkwardly flatten some of his hair against his head.] Wasn't looking, wasn't - [and another one. when he drops his gaze, he's greeted with a full picture of the girl's books and papers strewn out all over the sidewalk. bending down to reach for them is just as good of an excuse to not actually make eye contact with her as any.] I'll help.
