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Library, 3/13

Parker is hungover, unhappy, and really not glad to be back from break.

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Do not taunt the Library aide. This morning, she bites.

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"Mmmmmph. Is it?" Parker looked subdued, then a tiny, tiny bit amused by something. "How's it going, Petey boy?"

After Angela told him about Zero's incarceration, Peter's mood was about as pleasant as his face at the moment. "Perfectly fine. Really. If the past few days were a person, I'd buy it a cake."

"Ah." Parker tilted her head very carefully. "I'm having that day too. Sucks, doesn't it?" She yawned, then opened her cellphone. To share or not to share. To share, or not to share.... Zero might kill her, but Petey boy looked really pathetic.

"Please don't. The past couple days have been bad enough," he said, pointing at the still clear burn on his cheek.

"So, how did she end up in prison? Angela said you would know."

Parker abandoned all considerations of torment, and shook her head. "You really shouldn't worry. Her parents have been arrested for a lot worse. In worse countries. I think it's their hobby. CNN said it was a demonstration that got out of hand, is all." She cocked an eyebrow. "Want to hear the message she left me?"

"I would really appreciate that," Peter said.

Parker cocked an eyebrow at him, then opened up her voicemail, and the message she'd saved. Zero's semi-British voice came out of her phone:

"Hey, Parker, um, I don' know if you've turned on MTV News or, um, CNN lately, but I'm gonna be a bit late back to campus. Nothin' major, just a demonstration gone a touch awry, but um. Yeah. Da used his call to call a lawyer an' Mum called Rat for bail, so I figured I'd best let y'know I might not be about Monday, an'...I couldn't remember the office phone number. So if you could just tell Pete--er, people I'm fine, don't worry, just a touch...detained, that'd be swerval. Thanks. Bye."

No, she's not smirking. Her head hurts too much. It's kind of a demi-smirk.

Well, hearing that message was one good thing today. Good enough that he wasn't going to yell at Parker for the slight smirk. "Thanks," Peter said. "You have no clue how much that helped."

"Sure." Parker shrugged, then winced. "Maybe you can catch them on MTV News later. I mean, for Zero? This is nothing. She's been banned from Turkey since before she was born for something her parents did. And she snuck into Stonehenge with Rory and I while we were in England. She'll be fine, really." She looked thoughtful. "If you want to help me break into her room, though, I need to check on her bird later."

"Sorry. Room breakage is kind of out of the question for a few reasons," Peter said. And they were practical reasons, too. He had to admit that he wouldn't mind checking out her room.

Parker cocked her head at him. "Should I ask what happened, or assume that someone in spandex got lucky in a punching way this weekend?"

"It begins with the fact that I - the costumed I - am dead, officially, took a detour with a fight on the way to the airport - leather guy, not spandex - and ended with me in a military hospital getting my powers removed," Peter said. "If you want details, it'll have to wait, though."

"God." Parker's eyes widened, and she stared at him a moment. "Are you okay now? Jesus. And yes, of course I want details. Find me later. Is there anything I can do?"

"Get another genetically altered bug to bite me? I'm willing to be Fly-Guy or Captain Pillbug this time," Peter joked.

"No, once I've had some time to heal up, lose these bumps and burn marks and stuff, I'll be fine. I mean, it sucks, but at least I'll get that normal life I was pretending to have a couple months ago, right?"

"I will not make Fly Guy jokes, I won't..." Parker shook her head. "I guess. If that's waht you want. Find me later. Details. Chocolate, or something."

"It's not what I want, but it's what I'll have to deal with. Anyway, I'll find you tonight. Thanks," Peter said as he walked away from the desk.

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