Room 220, Tuesday Evening

[swerval_zero]

Inside room 220, it looked like a tornado had hit--so pretty much like it always did, only moreso, because this was a packing whirlwind, and the packing was nowhere near finished. Thanksgiving at home and all that.

However, Zero had shoved most of the mess onto the room's two beds and sat in the middle of the floor with her supplies: a SHIELD t-shirt, a pair of scissors, a lighter, a bottle of medicinal alcohol, a metal trashcan, and a make-your-own voodoo doll kit.

Let the mutilation begin.

((For peter__parker))

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[swerval_zero]

"Not many muggers on the island," Zero pointed out.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"No, but that's just one of several healthy ways of dealing with stuff," Peter said. "You could hit the gym. Or there's always finding your boyfriend and making out with him for a while. I think that's a good way of working through stuff, too."

[swerval_zero]

"Mm." And then Zero shoved her shirt-mutilation materials aside and tackled Peter. "Oh really?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

If he had wanted to, Peter could have easily caught Zero and remained standing. Superpowers allowed that. That would, however, be significantly less fun than this, which is why he was on his back at the moment. "Oh, really. Plus, it's much more positive and happy for everyone involved."

[swerval_zero]

"Stop talking," Zero suggested, and kissed him.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Okay," he said, although it wasn't very audible for some reason. He felt his point was made so it was time to celebrate that.