Sep 18ᵗʰ, 2015: It has been three years since UN Embassy bombing in Vienna resulting in the deaths of several delegates including then-king of Wakanda T'Chaka; The Sokovia Accords have since been ratified. The Avengers who refuse to sign the Accords have been forced into "retirement" or declared "Persons of Interest" and warrants have been issued for their arrests. And keepign with the Accords, any known super-powered persons exceeding category tl-5 have been re-classified as WMDs and relocated to restricted campus for their protection.
Nick Fury retains control of S.H.I.E.L.D. following his skill handling of the attempted Hydra uprising which was quietly contained within the hangers of the Tiskeleon. Tony Stark continues to fund the Avengers and has relocated them to a renovated Stark facility in upperstate New York, Natasha Romanoff has assumed the mantle of leadership of the current Avengers lineup. Together they have begun begun the work in keeping with the Accords of making the world a safer place for all peoples of Earth as directed by the Accords; The primary duty of the Avengers, now known as the Innitiative, has become handling of WMD resistant to the Accords; The United States has begun discussions of a second, more specific national registration which would require a mandatory genetic screening at age birth and manual complaince with all people who have not so been tested.
However, not everyone has agreement with these proceedings, most noteably Steve Rogers who retiring from the Avengers has since become a very vocal descenter and activist protesting the the Accords. There have been rumors that he leads a team of super-powered "activists" who run interference when possible to prevent families from being split up by the actions of the Accords and the Innitiative. This group has been covertly with an as yet unidentified sympathier within the initiative from various Wakandan Embassies and a network of numerous underground safehouses (provided by an unknown sympathizer to their cause) to identify and find superpowered humans before S.H.I.E.L.D./The WATCH is able to too usher those found into "protective custody".
From the sidelines, various groups and people of possible interest watch with growing interest ranging from academics like Professor Charles Xavier and the reclusive Doctor Henry McCoy to noted researchers like as Moira MacTaggert and Karl Lycos, revered evangelists such as the good Reverend William Stryker, to industrialists like Emma Frost and Boliar Trask and rising political stars such as Donald J. Trump.
Meanwhile, Asgard has relocated to the oceanside village of Tønsberg now renamed "New Asgard" in Norway in homage to their Asgardian heritage. They have begun the great task of building their great former realm now here on Earth, but the work goes slow as they have become distracted at times with their daliences with mortal Terrains.
DATE
Sep 18ᵗʰ, 2015
CLIME
snowy
TEMP
30 °
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AFTERNOON;;
Peter Parker adjusted the strap of his backpack, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his Spider-Man suit hidden inside. Moving out of Queens was a strange feeling. The familiar streets, Aunt May’s warm kitchen, and the chaotic rhythm of New York City had been his world for as long as he could remember. Now, he was trading it all for something bigger—the Champions Initiative. It was the New Avengers’ training program, and Peter, the youngest recruit, was heading to their compound in Northbay, upstate New York.
Northbay was a world away from anything Peter had ever known. The compound was sleek and sprawling, equipped with state-of-the-art technology and filled with people whose abilities made even Spider-Man feel like the new kid on the block. But before he stepped into that new chapter, there was one last detour.
His phone had buzzed earlier that day, lighting up with a notification from MuTINDER, the quirky dating app infamous for crashing during Republican conventions but still wildly popular. Peter had matched with someone whose bio had caught his attention—something about astrophysics and burgers. Against his better judgment, he’d agreed to meet them at Bob’s, a local burger joint with a reputation for greasy fries and legendary milkshakes.
When Peter arrived at Bob’s, though, something felt off. The retro decor and smell of grilled burgers couldn’t mask the tension in the air. The staff seemed unusually jittery, and Peter’s sharp ears picked up on murmured conversations about overdue payments to "The Big Man." Bob’s wasn’t just a burger joint—it was caught in the web of a local crime ring.
As Peter pushed open the door, his Spider-Sense prickled faintly, though not enough to set him fully on edge. He glanced around the room, scanning for the person he was supposed to meet, but they hadn’t arrived yet—or if they had, Peter hadn’t spotted them. For now, all he could do was wait, though he had a nagging feeling that tonight would be about more than burgers and small talk.
Somewhere between leaving Queens and stepping into this diner, Peter’s life had taken another turn. A new adventure was unfolding—both in his personal life and in the challenges that seemed to follow him everywhere.
What happens next? Does Peter’s date arrive? Does trouble find him first? It’s your turn to continue the story!
DETAILS
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MILIEU
TEMP: 72° rainy
LOCALE:
- 325 W 57th St, New York, NY 10019 - The Shawarma Palace - Times Square - Midtown - NYC
Spider-Man:: Peter was nervous as he walked into the diner. He’d tried dating before in the past. Men and Women. Felicia, Gwen, Mary Jane, Harry, and more. But nothing had lasted. He had more exes that became friends and a few that never wanted to see him again.
His friends had talked him into trying this app and he's decided to give it a try. He didn’t want to end up alone like his aunt. After losing Uncle Ben his aunt hadn’t tried dating again. He mentioned it once and she said it was too painful as sometimes she woke up forgetting he was dead for a moment. He couldn’t blame her. He missed his uncle too.
He took a seat at the table spotting a very hot guy talking to a waitress and blushes realizing he was staring. He wasn’t sure if he was the one he was supposed to meet but he decided he’d ask. He walked over to the other man.
Jonesy:: Jonesy was walking down Ocean Avenue when he heard a crack of lightning high above. The absence of rain meant one of two things: either a storm was about to break, which didn’t bother Jonesy since he thought he looked rather good in a wet T-shirt, or Electro—or some other super-nuisance—was lurking nearby, tearing up the Midtown pavement. Being neither a native New Yorker nor someone lacking common sense, the possibility of Electro was more than enough to prompt Jonesy to seek shelter in the first hospitable place he could find. That place turned out to be a shawarma shop, and, luckily, it was open. He slipped inside just as a sudden cloudburst erupted outside.
From the safety of the restaurant, Jonesy turned to watch the deluge with amazement. The rain was coming down so heavily that it reminded him of New Orleans. As he stared, mesmerized by the downpour, he began to back away slowly, still taking in the natural spectacle. In doing so, he accidentally bumped into someone. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a stranger who bore a slight resemblance to himself. They exchanged a few words, falling into casual conversation.
A few minutes later, a young hostess approached them. She wore a green dress and a well-worn pink knitted hat adorned with bunny ears. With a polite but distracted tone, she asked if they would like to be seated. The stranger beside Jonesy glanced at him, shook his head, and abruptly turned to leave, darting out into the rain without another word.
Jonesy, now alone, turned back to the hostess and offered a sheepish smile. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to wait here for a few minutes to see if the rain lets up,” he said.
The hostess shrugged and replied, “Well, if you wanna take a seat at the counter, we can get you a coffee. It’s cheap, and you can stay as long as you like. Otherwise, hit the road, Jack. This ain’t no boarding house, you know.”
Jonesy looked out the window at the torrential rain, then up at the clock on the wall, and finally back at the hostess. With a small shrug, he said, “Alright… My date hasn’t arrived yet anyway. I’ll take a coffee—two sugars, please.”
“Alright, alright, don’t get pushy,” the hostess shot back. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”
Jonesy glanced around the nearly empty restaurant, biting his tongue as he made his way to the counter. He sat down and turned to watch the rain continue to pour outside, waiting patiently for whatever came next.
Jonesy:: Jonesy sat on a stool at the diner’s counter, fingers idly drumming against the surface as he waited. The place had a cozy, old-school charm—warm lighting, checkered floors, and the ever-present hum of conversation blending with the clinking of dishes. He wasn’t sure what to expect from a blind date, but MuTINDER had matched him with someone named Pete, and based on the picture Jonesy had seen, he figured they were at least worth sticking around for a looksie. He had liked the guy’s profile header too, even if it was on the short side: “A science nerd with a love for bad movies and swinging through life one step at a time.”
Jonesy just hoped this Peter guy wasn’t short. He’d dated a few short guys recently, and they had all been kind of whimpy—definitely not his type. He wanted someone a little more solid, maybe the strong, silent type. Tall would be nice too, he mused, just as the door swung open.
Before Jonesy could turn to look, the head waitress let out a knowing sigh, nudging her son, Gene, in the side.
“Awhhh, would you look at that? Isn’t that special—those two boys just found each other.”
Gene, slightly portly and always armed with a dry wit, smirked. “Yeah, maybe they’re each other’s lobsters, as Tina would put it, Mother.”
Jonesy barely heard them, though he shot them a certain look before focusing all his attention on the man walking toward him.
Peter.
He immediately got points for nice eyes and nice hair.
Jonesy had expected someone a little nerdier, maybe even a bit awkward—after all, the guy had called himself a science nerd—but this Peter Person was not what he had imagined. He was handsome. Seriously handsome. Tousled brown hair, sharp yet boyish features, and eyes that caught the light just right, making it hard to tell if they were hazel or an incredibly deep brown. Then there was the rest of him—broad shoulders, a solid chest that was noticeable even under a casual hoodie, and a natural, effortless grace to his movements. A gymnast? Maybe. Something about the way he carried himself suggested control, precision—someone used to moving fast and landing on his feet.
Jonesy swallowed, forcing himself to play it cool as Peter Person approached.
“Hey,” Peter greeted, flashing a warm, easy smile.
Jonesy returned it, hoping he didn’t look like he was staring too much.
Spider-Man:: Peter raised an eyebrow at finding lobsters only hearing part of it. What a weird restaurant. But not any weirder than the rest of New York.
He saw the guy was looking at him and Peter blushed. No one looked at him that way and he was flattered and humbled. With bullies like Flash around he’d supposed most saw him as a nerd or a loser. This date was already improving his self confidence.
“Yep. I'm Peter. I'm glad you’re here. I’ve been ghosted before. Maybe my luck’s changing.” Replied Peter.
He sat down next to him and grinned.
“Want to find a booth for more privacy or you want to stay here?” asked Peter.
Jonesy:: Jonesy grinned, resting his chin in his hand as he took a moment to just look at Peter. Sharp, intelligent eyes, an adorable blush, and a nervous energy that practically crackled around him like static electricity. Yeah, Jonesy had a feeling this was going to be fun.
“Ghosted? Man, that’s just tragic. Someone out there really fumbled the bag,” he said, shaking his head dramatically. “Their loss, my gain.”
He stretched lazily, then leaned in just a bit, as if getting a better read on Peter. There was something about him—something different. Not just the kind of different that came with being an adorable nerd with a sweet smile, but something… more. A spark in his energy, like an unreadable frequency buzzing just beneath the surface. Jonesy didn’t know what it was, but he liked it.
At Peter’s question, he chuckled and drummed his fingers against the table. “Privacy, huh? What exactly are you planning, Parker?” he teased, winking before sliding to his feet. “Nah, I get it. A little space from the chaos.” He gestured grandly toward the weirder aspects of the restaurant—lobsters included.
Jonesy brushed his hand against Peter’s arm as he moved past him, casual but deliberate, only to pause mid-step. His fingers lingered for just a second longer, and his eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Whoa—okay, damn,” he said, giving Peter an appraising once-over. “Do you, like, do gymnastics or something? ‘Cause your arm is solid. Like, deceptively strong. I was expecting, y’know, cute nerd vibes, not ‘I could casually do a backflip off this table’ energy.”
He gave Peter a teasing smirk, flexing his own arm dramatically. “Seriously, I think you might be stronger than me, my dad was very much into fitness. He thought childhood should include sunrise yoga and protein shakes.” He reached out, palm open and nudged Peter's chest playfully. “So, c’mon, what’s your secret? Spider bites? Ancient mystic training? Secret double life? ” slipping off the stool he was perched on so that he was standing on the floor and smiled a little wider. Nice shoulders. Kind a tall. Handsome. Probably has one of those surprise slipper builds which was the kind of physical build Jonesy found to be the most appealing.
He then added "Oh wow, that's some chest you've got hidden away in there.. you must be a gymnast yes? I don't know why i just get this sort of swing on ropes vibe from you all of sudden. Very hot fyi." Jonesy locked eyes with Peter as he smiled at Peter.
His tone was joking, light, but the curiosity in his gaze was real. Because whatever it was, this Peter Person was definitely more than he seemed.
Spider-Man:: Peter blushed a bit at the compliment.
"You're the first person to think like that. Even my exes that ended on good terms it's still akward." replied Peter.
Peter chuckled.
"I guess I want you all to myself. People in here talking about lobsters and I don't want someone else to take my date away." said Peter.
Peter grinned at the appraisal.
"I do some workouts every night. Jogging. I used to be a skinny kid but I got motivated to get better. My uncle..”
Peter trailed off and sighed.
"He got killed in a mugging. I vowed to not let that happen again if I was there. Getting fit enough to knock someone out or run away. Rather lose a wallet than my life." mentioned Peter.
Peter blushed again and grinned.
“Thank you. One day I just woke up like this and was surprised by how far I came. From the skinny nerd to a stronger nerd.” replied Peter.
He grinned as he spotted a nearby empty table and led him \over.
“I’m glad we got an empty table. Although I could spend the whole date just looking at you.” said Peter.
Jonesy:: Jonesy’s grin softened just a little, something warm flickering behind his eyes as he listened to Peter. There was a sincerity to him, something real beneath the jokes and easy smiles. That little sigh, the way he hesitated—it wasn’t just small talk. And despite Jonesy’s usual devil-may-care attitude, he wasn’t oblivious to when something mattered.
But then Peter grinned again, his cheeks dusted pink, and Jonesy felt his heart do an unexpected little flip.
Adorkable. That was the only way to describe him. Earnest, a little shy, but so damn handsome in a way that snuck up on you. He had that whole “unassuming nerd who could secretly bench-press you” thing going on, and yeah, Jonesy was absolutely into it.
He followed Peter to the empty table, sliding into his seat with an easy sprawl. “Man, Parker, you really know how to flatter a guy,” he said, resting his chin in his palm. “I’m starting to think I should be the one getting nervous here.”
His fingers drummed idly on the table as he studied Peter, open appreciation in his gaze. “Also, the whole ‘from skinny nerd to stronger nerd’ thing? Very much working for you. You’ve got this whole ‘mild-mannered Clark Kent’ vibe going on, and, not gonna lie? Kinda hot.”
Jonesy smirked, eyes glinting with amusement. “And, uh, just putting this out there? You’re, like, ridiculously charming. Didn’t expect that. Thought I’d be the one doing all the smooth talking, but nope, here you are, making me feel like I should be twirling my hair and kicking my feet.”
He kicked his foot lightly against Peter’s under the table, playful, but deliberate. “Since you’re so worried about someone stealing your date away, better make it official,” he teased, tapping the table between them. “I’ll even let you pick—hand-holding? Arm-over-the-shoulder move? Or, dare I say, the most dangerous of all… the casual thigh touch?”
His tone was joking, but underneath, there was something real. Because yeah, Peter Parker? Definitely someone worth getting to know.
"Superman was always one of my favorite heroes. Read some comics and as many tv shows and movies of Superman I could find. So I see it as an honor." said Peter.
Peter blushed at the praise.
"You think I'm charming? You're definitely a keeper." mentioned Peter.
Peter paused leaning closer and touched their thigh. His curiosity peaked he squeezed once and grinned.
Jonesy:: Jonesy let out a low laugh, eyes sparkling as he leaned back slightly, studying Peter. “Oh, you’re definitely working that ‘Superman’ thing, huh? But I gotta say, I see it. I gym a little, yeah, but something about you says you gym a whole lot more,” he said, giving Peter an appraising glance. “That strength of yours—it’s got that ‘I could probably save the world in a single leap’ vibe, which... honestly? Pretty hot.”
He winked at Peter, his smile teasing but genuine. “Guess I’m the lucky one tonight, huh? I mean, charming and strong? You’re basically a superhero yourself.”
Jonesy paused to smile a breif flirty smile, then added "Who knows, next time I get in trouble maybe I'll get lucky and you swing by and save me? I should probably make sure I save you're number... So what's you're last name Pete? My last name is Jones by the by. Most folks call em Jonesy like after the cat from the original Alien movie. First name is Hal, which is short for Halaluah - long story don't ask."
"Maybe I should star wearing glasses." joked Peter.
He grinned.
"Thank you. I jog as often as I can. I don't get to work out a much with school. But it's nice to do it when I can." replied Peter.
He blushed as the other winked at him.
"Maybe we're both lucky." said Peter.
Peter nodded.
"Well we could work out sometime. Maybe you'll end up saving me. Heroes often get into trouble." mentioned Peter.
Peter grinned again at the question.
"Parker." replied Peter.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I need to watch that film. Your first name is Hal? Just like the Green Lantern. Cool. But I'll still call you Jonesy if that's what you wish." said Peter.
"I never followed mine. Maybe I should have. Getting to meet you is definitely an event." replied Peter.
Peter forgot they weren't alone hearing the family who ran the place.
"Well our first date technically. One of many I hope." said Peter.
He chuckled at their antics and shrugged.
"Well it can't hurt to try the burger. I heard Bob's Burgers has the best burgers in town. So I'm really glad I get to try it today." mentioned Peter.
Peter nodded at the question.
"I guess I'd love any date with you. But gym would be great. Working out and with my boyfriend while doing it." replied Peter.
Peter chuckled.
"Well I'm in school. I'm a bit of a nerd but I'm in college studying under Dr. Conners. Chemistry, and well science in general I guess. And I started a hobby of photography. And a way to pay bills. Taking photos of Spiderman. Daily Bugle pays a lot for them. I don't care what Jameson says though. Spiderman is a hero to me." said Peter.
He paused at his question again of another date.
"How about tomorrow? I got some studying tonight. Unless you want to watch movies while I study and do homework." mentioned Peter.
Peter gasped feeling his fingers on his hand.
"I wouldn't because then you'd have to go home. I guess I'd want this date to last as long as we could." replied Peter.
Jonesy:: Jonesy’s grin widened when Peter mentioned tomorrow. “Tomorrow sounds perfect. But…” He leaned in, voice dropping into that warm, teasing register again. “Just so you know, if I’m hanging out tonight—and I totally am—I actually brought a change of clothes. And, uh, a med kit. I don’t know why. Something in the stars just screamed ‘minor injuries and possible sleepover,’ so I packed accordingly.”
He patted the side of his beat-up messenger bag slung across him, like it was a perfectly reasonable thing to carry on a first date. “So I’m good to stay. We can do movies, fake-study, maybe share one of those romantic burgers, nap aggressively—but…”
He leaned closer now, dropping his voice like he was sharing a secret from the spirit realm.
“There’s gotta be smoochage. Mandatory. Like, if you go see Roan Chappell and she doesn’t open with Pink Pony Club? You walk right out. Same deal here. I hang with you, I get at least one kiss. Universe demands it.”
Peter barely had time to react before a shadow loomed.
From the front of the diner, a large, imposing man in a leather jacket stepped forward. “Hey. Kid. Go get Bob.”
Gene, standing by the fryer with a burger hat on his head and a squirt bottle of ketchup mid-air, blinked. “Wait. You mean like… my dad Bob? The grill dad? Ketchup Bob? Beefy Bob?” His voice cracked with the weight of sudden doom, like he was being asked to deliver someone’s last rites. He clutched a spatula like it was a microphone and squinted at the Big Man. “This feels like a trap. Is this a burger-based sting operation?”
“Just get him,” the Big Man growled, low and firm.
Gene screamed, “DAAAAAD! THERE’S A MAN OUT HERE WHO SAYS YOUR NAME LIKE HE KNOWS WHERE WE KEEP THE BODY!”
From behind the grill, Bob’s head popped up, instantly alarmed. “What?! What body?! Gene, what body?!”
Before Bob could even get an answer, Linda hustled over, hands already gesturing, lipstick fierce and hopeful. “Hiya! I’m Bob’s wife—what can I do for ya, hon? You want a refill? You need a burger with, like, extra pickles to calm you down?”
The man didn’t even blink. “Get Bob. Now.”
Linda’s face froze for a beat before she backed up with her trademark sing-song panic. “Okay! Yikes! Honestly, I—I feel like I don’t know the ‘on’ of it!”
Bob jogged up from behind the counter, wiping his hands on his apron, face already shiny with stress. “Okay, okay, I’m here! Look, if this is about the payment, I—I just need a little more time, okay? The rent’s due, and we’re short again, and the fryer blew out on Tuesday, and Tina ordered like a very unnecessary amount of matcha powder for some reason, and—”
Linda turned to Bob, shocked. “Bobby! What payment? Since when are we doing payments? What’s happening!? Are we being extorted? Are we in the mob now? Is this like a family thing? Am I a mob wife? Because I need time to emotionally prepare for that!”
Louise popped up from a nearby booth. “I knew this place had a shakedown vibe. Gene, we gotta weaponize the mustard again.”
Gene grabbed the mustard bottle and pointed it like a squirt gun. “You’ll never take my dad alive!”
The Big Man didn’t even flinch. “You’ve got three days, Bob. No more excuses.”
Jonesy watched the entire thing unfold like he’d just been given dessert and dinner at the same time. He leaned closer to Peter, whispering, “This is... weirdly romantic? Like I feel like this date is plot rich. And I’m into it.”
He gave Peter’s hand a little squeeze, his voice softening again. “You, by the way? HTG. Hot to gaze at. Certified. So yes to another date. Yes to study hangouts. And yes to kissing. Preferably before Louise rigs the soda machine to explode.”
Then, leaning in with a smirk and spark in his eyes, he added, “So... wanna get that smooch in before the Belchers accidentally become accomplices to racketeering?”
Jonesy:: Jonesy’s grin softened just a little, something warm flickering behind his eyes as he listened to Peter. There was a sincerity to him, something real beneath the jokes and easy smiles. That little sigh, the way he hesitated—it wasn’t just small talk. And despite Jonesy’s usual devil-may-care attitude, he wasn’t oblivious to when something mattered.
But then Peter grinned again, his cheeks dusted pink, and Jonesy felt his heart do an unexpected little flip.
Adorkable. That was the only way to describe him. Earnest, a little shy, but so damn handsome in a way that snuck up on you. He had that whole “unassuming nerd who could secretly bench-press you” thing going on, and yeah, Jonesy was absolutely into it.
He followed Peter to the empty table, sliding into his seat with an easy sprawl. “Man, Parker, you really know how to flatter a guy,” he said, resting his chin in his palm. “I’m starting to think I should be the one getting nervous here.”
His fingers drummed idly on the table as he studied Peter, open appreciation in his gaze. “Also, the whole ‘from skinny nerd to stronger nerd’ thing? Very much working for you. You’ve got this whole ‘mild-mannered Clark Kent’ vibe going on, and, not gonna lie? Kinda hot.”
Jonesy smirked, eyes glinting with amusement. “And, uh, just putting this out there? You’re, like, ridiculously charming. Didn’t expect that. Thought I’d be the one doing all the smooth talking, but nope, here you are, making me feel like I should be twirling my hair and kicking my feet.”
He kicked his foot lightly against Peter’s under the table, playful, but deliberate. “Since you’re so worried about someone stealing your date away, better make it official,” he teased, tapping the table between them. “I’ll even let you pick—hand-holding? Arm-over-the-shoulder move? Or, dare I say, the most dangerous of all… the casual thigh touch?”
His tone was joking, but underneath, there was something real. Because yeah, Peter Parker? Definitely someone worth getting to know.
"Superman was always one of my favorite heroes. Read some comics and as many tv shows and movies of Superman I could find. So I see it as an honor." said Peter.
Peter blushed at the praise.
"You think I'm charming? You're definitely a keeper." mentioned Peter.
Peter paused leaning closer and touched their thigh. His curiosity peaked he squeezed once and grinned.
Jonesy:: Jonesy grinned, resting his chin in his hand as he took a moment to just look at Peter. Sharp, intelligent eyes, an adorable blush, and a nervous energy that practically crackled around him like static electricity. Yeah, Jonesy had a feeling this was going to be fun.
“Ghosted? Man, that’s just tragic. Someone out there really fumbled the bag,” he said, shaking his head dramatically. “Their loss, my gain.”
He stretched lazily, then leaned in just a bit, as if getting a better read on Peter. There was something about him—something different. Not just the kind of different that came with being an adorable nerd with a sweet smile, but something… more. A spark in his energy, like an unreadable frequency buzzing just beneath the surface. Jonesy didn’t know what it was, but he liked it.
At Peter’s question, he chuckled and drummed his fingers against the table. “Privacy, huh? What exactly are you planning, Parker?” he teased, winking before sliding to his feet. “Nah, I get it. A little space from the chaos.” He gestured grandly toward the weirder aspects of the restaurant—lobsters included.
Jonesy brushed his hand against Peter’s arm as he moved past him, casual but deliberate, only to pause mid-step. His fingers lingered for just a second longer, and his eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Whoa—okay, damn,” he said, giving Peter an appraising once-over. “Do you, like, do gymnastics or something? ‘Cause your arm is solid. Like, deceptively strong. I was expecting, y’know, cute nerd vibes, not ‘I could casually do a backflip off this table’ energy.”
He gave Peter a teasing smirk, flexing his own arm dramatically. “Seriously, I think you might be stronger than me, my dad was very much into fitness. He thought childhood should include sunrise yoga and protein shakes.” He reached out, palm open and nudged Peter's chest playfully. “So, c’mon, what’s your secret? Spider bites? Ancient mystic training? Secret double life? ” slipping off the stool he was perched on so that he was standing on the floor and smiled a little wider. Nice shoulders. Kind a tall. Handsome. Probably has one of those surprise slipper builds which was the kind of physical build Jonesy found to be the most appealing.
He then added "Oh wow, that's some chest you've got hidden away in there.. you must be a gymnast yes? I don't know why i just get this sort of swing on ropes vibe from you all of sudden. Very hot fyi." Jonesy locked eyes with Peter as he smiled at Peter.
His tone was joking, light, but the curiosity in his gaze was real. Because whatever it was, this Peter Person was definitely more than he seemed.
Spider-Man:: Peter blushed a bit at the compliment.
"You're the first person to think like that. Even my exes that ended on good terms it's still akward." replied Peter.
Peter chuckled.
"I guess I want you all to myself. People in here talking about lobsters and I don't want someone else to take my date away." said Peter.
Peter grinned at the appraisal.
"I do some workouts every night. Jogging. I used to be a skinny kid but I got motivated to get better. My uncle..”
Peter trailed off and sighed.
"He got killed in a mugging. I vowed to not let that happen again if I was there. Getting fit enough to knock someone out or run away. Rather lose a wallet than my life." mentioned Peter.
Peter blushed again and grinned.
“Thank you. One day I just woke up like this and was surprised by how far I came. From the skinny nerd to a stronger nerd.” replied Peter.
He grinned as he spotted a nearby empty table and led him \over.
“I’m glad we got an empty table. Although I could spend the whole date just looking at you.” said Peter.
Jonesy:: Jonesy grinned, resting his chin in his hand as he took a moment to just look at Peter. Sharp, intelligent eyes, an adorable blush, and a nervous energy that practically crackled around him like static electricity. Yeah, Jonesy had a feeling this was going to be fun.
“Ghosted? Man, that’s just tragic. Someone out there really fumbled the bag,” he said, shaking his head dramatically. “Their loss, my gain.”
He stretched lazily, then leaned in just a bit, as if getting a better read on Peter. There was something about him—something different. Not just the kind of different that came with being an adorable nerd with a sweet smile, but something… more. A spark in his energy, like an unreadable frequency buzzing just beneath the surface. Jonesy didn’t know what it was, but he liked it.
At Peter’s question, he chuckled and drummed his fingers against the table. “Privacy, huh? What exactly are you planning, Parker?” he teased, winking before sliding to his feet. “Nah, I get it. A little space from the chaos.” He gestured grandly toward the weirder aspects of the restaurant—lobsters included.
Jonesy brushed his hand against Peter’s arm as he moved past him, casual but deliberate, only to pause mid-step. His fingers lingered for just a second longer, and his eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Whoa—okay, damn,” he said, giving Peter an appraising once-over. “Do you, like, do gymnastics or something? ‘Cause your arm is solid. Like, deceptively strong. I was expecting, y’know, cute nerd vibes, not ‘I could casually do a backflip off this table’ energy.”
He gave Peter a teasing smirk, flexing his own arm dramatically. “Seriously, I think you might be stronger than me, my dad was very much into fitness. He thought childhood should include sunrise yoga and protein shakes.” He reached out, palm open and nudged Peter's chest playfully. “So, c’mon, what’s your secret? Spider bites? Ancient mystic training? Secret double life? ” slipping off the stool he was perched on so that he was standing on the floor and smiled a little wider. Nice shoulders. Kind a tall. Handsome. Probably has one of those surprise slipper builds which was the kind of physical build Jonesy found to be the most appealing.
He then added "Oh wow, that's some chest you've got hidden away in there.. you must be a gymnast yes? I don't know why i just get this sort of swing on ropes vibe from you all of sudden. Very hot fyi." Jonesy locked eyes with Peter as he smiled at Peter.
His tone was joking, light, but the curiosity in his gaze was real. Because whatever it was, this Peter Person was definitely more than he seemed.
Spider-Man:: Peter blushed a bit at the compliment.
"You're the first person to think like that. Even my exes that ended on good terms it's still akward." replied Peter.
Peter chuckled.
"I guess I want you all to myself. People in here talking about lobsters and I don't want someone else to take my date away." said Peter.
Peter grinned at the appraisal.
"I do some workouts every night. Jogging. I used to be a skinny kid but I got motivated to get better. My uncle..”
Peter trailed off and sighed.
"He got killed in a mugging. I vowed to not let that happen again if I was there. Getting fit enough to knock someone out or run away. Rather lose a wallet than my life." mentioned Peter.
Peter blushed again and grinned.
“Thank you. One day I just woke up like this and was surprised by how far I came. From the skinny nerd to a stronger nerd.” replied Peter.
He grinned as he spotted a nearby empty table and led him \over.
“I’m glad we got an empty table. Although I could spend the whole date just looking at you.” said Peter.
Jonesy:: Jonesy’s grin widened when Peter mentioned tomorrow. “Tomorrow sounds perfect. But…” He leaned in, voice dropping into that warm, teasing register again. “Just so you know, if I’m hanging out tonight—and I totally am—I actually brought a change of clothes. And, uh, a med kit. I don’t know why. Something in the stars just screamed ‘minor injuries and possible sleepover,’ so I packed accordingly.”
He patted the side of his beat-up messenger bag slung across him, like it was a perfectly reasonable thing to carry on a first date. “So I’m good to stay. We can do movies, fake-study, maybe share one of those romantic burgers, nap aggressively—but…”
He leaned closer now, dropping his voice like he was sharing a secret from the spirit realm.
“There’s gotta be smoochage. Mandatory. Like, if you go see Roan Chappell and she doesn’t open with Pink Pony Club? You walk right out. Same deal here. I hang with you, I get at least one kiss. Universe demands it.”
Peter barely had time to react before a shadow loomed.
From the front of the diner, a large, imposing man in a leather jacket stepped forward. “Hey. Kid. Go get Bob.”
Gene, standing by the fryer with a burger hat on his head and a squirt bottle of ketchup mid-air, blinked. “Wait. You mean like… my dad Bob? The grill dad? Ketchup Bob? Beefy Bob?” His voice cracked with the weight of sudden doom, like he was being asked to deliver someone’s last rites. He clutched a spatula like it was a microphone and squinted at the Big Man. “This feels like a trap. Is this a burger-based sting operation?”
“Just get him,” the Big Man growled, low and firm.
Gene screamed, “DAAAAAD! THERE’S A MAN OUT HERE WHO SAYS YOUR NAME LIKE HE KNOWS WHERE WE KEEP THE BODY!”
From behind the grill, Bob’s head popped up, instantly alarmed. “What?! What body?! Gene, what body?!”
Before Bob could even get an answer, Linda hustled over, hands already gesturing, lipstick fierce and hopeful. “Hiya! I’m Bob’s wife—what can I do for ya, hon? You want a refill? You need a burger with, like, extra pickles to calm you down?”
The man didn’t even blink. “Get Bob. Now.”
Linda’s face froze for a beat before she backed up with her trademark sing-song panic. “Okay! Yikes! Honestly, I—I feel like I don’t know the ‘on’ of it!”
Bob jogged up from behind the counter, wiping his hands on his apron, face already shiny with stress. “Okay, okay, I’m here! Look, if this is about the payment, I—I just need a little more time, okay? The rent’s due, and we’re short again, and the fryer blew out on Tuesday, and Tina ordered like a very unnecessary amount of matcha powder for some reason, and—”
Linda turned to Bob, shocked. “Bobby! What payment? Since when are we doing payments? What’s happening!? Are we being extorted? Are we in the mob now? Is this like a family thing? Am I a mob wife? Because I need time to emotionally prepare for that!”
Louise popped up from a nearby booth. “I knew this place had a shakedown vibe. Gene, we gotta weaponize the mustard again.”
Gene grabbed the mustard bottle and pointed it like a squirt gun. “You’ll never take my dad alive!”
The Big Man didn’t even flinch. “You’ve got three days, Bob. No more excuses.”
Jonesy watched the entire thing unfold like he’d just been given dessert and dinner at the same time. He leaned closer to Peter, whispering, “This is... weirdly romantic? Like I feel like this date is plot rich. And I’m into it.”
He gave Peter’s hand a little squeeze, his voice softening again. “You, by the way? HTG. Hot to gaze at. Certified. So yes to another date. Yes to study hangouts. And yes to kissing. Preferably before Louise rigs the soda machine to explode.”
Then, leaning in with a smirk and spark in his eyes, he added, “So... wanna get that smooch in before the Belchers accidentally become accomplices to racketeering? I feel like there is some kind of mayhem on the way... and the sad thing of it all is I have to to the little Gene room if you catch my drift”
With that Jonesy got from the booth, as he did he so he did so in a way that brought him close enough to Peter to kiss him on the cheek as he said 'Careful, I think theres some trouble...'
"I'd love that. I know we just met but I feel something. Like a connection. I don't want to lose that. Or you." replied Peter.
He chuckled at the idea of a med kit.
"It doesn't hurt to be prepared. My aunt's a nurse so we have one at the home too." said Peter.
Peter raised an eyebrow.
"I should probably study for real. But I guess I could just do a little tonight and do more later." mentioned Peter.
The test wasn't tommorrow after all so he still had time.
"I wonder if we should share a shake. I've seen people do that in the movies but maybe that's too silly." replied Peter.
Peter paused at his words and chuckled. He leaned forward about to kiss him when someone arrived. His spider sense going off like crazy.
"This doesn't look good." said Peter.
Peter winced at the screaming. If his spider sense wasn't going off he'd be wondering if this was a prank. Peter paused stepping in front of Jonesy on instinct as if afraid the guy might pull out a gun or start swinging punches. Then Linda and Bob showed up.
"Extortion? What did you borrow money form a loan shark?" asked Peter.
As the guy left Peter relaxed as his spider sense went off. He squeezed Jonesy's hand back. This family seemed odd like it was out of a sitcom. It was surreal but kind of charming in its own way.
"That guy was a creep. I'm glad no one was hurt. Although if that jerk "accidentally" fell on his face a few times... well no one would care." mentioned Peter.
Peter blushed at the compliment.
"So are you." replied Peter.
He paused pulling Jonesy into another kiss before someone or something else interrupted them. Then froze as the other spoke.
"Trouble just left." replied Peter.
He frowned texting Tony to keep an eye out for that guy and the Belcher family. Maybe the Avengers couldn't arrest him but surely they could help keep the family safe. They couldn't collect a debt if the family was dead.
"It's not much but...."
Peter pulled out a 50 and handed it over.
"Can I get like 50 dollars worth of food? Burgers, fries, tator tots. Maybe a bit of variety. I could invite some friends over today and have a party. And you too of course Jonesy. Studying can wait. These guys need help." said Peter.
Jonesy:: Gene stood stiffly at the end of the counter, ketchup bottle limp in one hand, his burger hat askew. He glanced sideways at Tina, who was trembling beside him like a leaf stuck in a strong draft.
“Hey,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath. “Tina... do you think we should be afraid?”
Tina didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on the man who had just stepped out the door — the one no one dared make eye contact with, the one Bob had been acting cagey about for weeks. The Big Man.
Outside, the wind bit cold, but the Big Man didn’t flinch. He flipped open an old-style burner phone and spoke low, almost inaudibly — but not inaudible to everyone.
Peter’s head tilted slightly. He didn’t catch it all, but pieces slipped through like smoke: “tonight… remind them… extended protection… neighborhood example…” The words were sparse, scattered like breadcrumbs, but the implication behind them landed heavy.
Inside, Linda had gone pale behind the counter. She gripped a receipt roll so tightly it tore under her fingers.
“Bobby,” she said, breath shaking, “what’s going on? I feel like, honestly, I don’t even know what I feel like!”
Bob opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” he said, voice low. “It’s just—we’ve been behind, and these guys, they said they were offering protection. Like everyone else around here. I thought... I thought if I just kept the place going, we’d make enough to pay, and they’d leave us alone. I didn’t think—”
Linda’s eyes went wide, connecting dots that had stayed stubbornly scattered until now.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “That cranky old folks’ shop across the street. The one that burned down last month. They didn’t pay, did they? That’s why they’re gone.”
Gene’s mouth dropped open. “Are you saying burgers are cursed now?”
“No,” Bob groaned. “No one is saying burgers are cursed!”
But Tina whimpered anyway, hugging herself. “Uhhhhhhhhh... this is bad.”
Outside, the Big Man closed his flip phone and began walking toward a dark car parked across the street. Through the sleet-blurred windows, shadows shifted — three shapes inside. Waiting. Watching.
Montana leaned forward in the driver’s seat, twirling something in his gloved hand — a lasso wire that sparked faintly in the winter light. Mouse, massive and grim-faced, cracked his knuckles in anticipation, fogging up the side window. Fancy Dan stretched lazily, flicking a switchblade open and closed with practiced ease.
The Big Man reached the car but didn’t get in. Not yet. Just stood by the rear door, silent and imposing, as if waiting for something. Or someone.
Back inside, Jonesy looked over at Peter with quiet intensity. He stepped close and blocked Peter from handing over the $50 to the Belchers. “Keep that Pete, Maybe you can bribe them with that or something,” he murmured. “Or maybe not. Either way, I’ll cover the food - you go do what you need to do... I have faith in you Pete, if you're half as good a fighter as you are a kisser, they don't stand a chance”
“So... how much would it be to cater a party? Maybe... here. Tonight.”
Jonesy didn’t look away from Peter as he spoke, voice soft, steady. IT was clear from how he spoke, that while he'd not known Peter very long, less than an hour he already possessed an unshakeable faith in Peter.
Jonesy sought shelter from a sudden storm in the safety of the Shawarma Palace, had a brief encounter with a stranger, and waited for his date while watching the heavy rain.
Jonesy waits at a diner counter for his blind date from MuTINDER, hoping Peter isn’t short or wimpy. The head waitress and her son make a sweet remark about the two finding each other. When Peter arrives, Jonesy is immediately struck by how handsome he is—broad-shouldered, graceful, and definitely not the awkward nerd he expected. As Peter approaches, Jonesy scrambles to play it cool.
Jonesy playfully flirted with Peter, immediately drawn to his sharp mind, nervous charm, and the strange energy he seemed to radiate. Teasing about Peter’s past ghosting, he saw it as his own lucky break and leaned into the moment, sensing there was something more to Peter than just an adorable, awkward nerd. When Peter suggested finding a booth, Jonesy joked before agreeing, brushing against Peter’s arm in passing—only to pause, surprised by how solid and strong he felt. Intrigued, he openly admired Peter’s hidden athleticism, speculating about gymnastics or even a secret double life. Locking eyes with him, Jonesy’s curiosity and attraction deepened, convinced that Peter Parker was far more than he let on.
Jonesy finds Peter incredibly endearing—both adorkable and unexpectedly handsome. He admires Peter’s sincerity, noticing the weight behind his words, especially when he talks about his past and his motivation to get stronger. Jonesy playfully flirts, teasing Peter about his hidden strength and charm while also admitting he’s impressed by how naturally Peter is winning him over. As they settle into their date, Jonesy jokingly suggests Peter should "claim" him to make it official, offering playful options like hand-holding or an arm-over-the-shoulder move, but beneath the teasing, there’s a genuine interest—Jonesy really likes Peter.
Jonesy agrees to hang out for the night, casually revealing he packed a change of clothes and a med kit, insisting that "smoochage" is mandatory—like a non-negotiable concert opener. Just as things get flirty, a threatening man shows up demanding to see Bob. Gene dramatically calls for his dad, Linda tries to defuse with cheerful confusion ("honestly, I feel like I don’t know the ‘on’ of it"), and Bob panics, revealing the restaurant’s being shaken down. The Belcher kids spring into chaos mode while Jonesy, totally charmed, leans into Peter and calls him HTG—"hot to gaze at."
Jonesy finds Peter incredibly endearing—both adorkable and unexpectedly handsome. He admires Peter’s sincerity, noticing the weight behind his words, especially when he talks about his past and his motivation to get stronger. Jonesy playfully flirts, teasing Peter about his hidden strength and charm while also admitting he’s impressed by how naturally Peter is winning him over. As they settle into their date, Jonesy jokingly suggests Peter should "claim" him to make it official, offering playful options like hand-holding or an arm-over-the-shoulder move, but beneath the teasing, there’s a genuine interest—Jonesy really likes Peter.
Jonesy playfully flirted with Peter, immediately drawn to his sharp mind, nervous charm, and the strange energy he seemed to radiate. Teasing about Peter’s past ghosting, he saw it as his own lucky break and leaned into the moment, sensing there was something more to Peter than just an adorable, awkward nerd. When Peter suggested finding a booth, Jonesy joked before agreeing, brushing against Peter’s arm in passing—only to pause, surprised by how solid and strong he felt. Intrigued, he openly admired Peter’s hidden athleticism, speculating about gymnastics or even a secret double life. Locking eyes with him, Jonesy’s curiosity and attraction deepened, convinced that Peter Parker was far more than he let on.
Jonesy playfully flirted with Peter, immediately drawn to his sharp mind, nervous charm, and the strange energy he seemed to radiate. Teasing about Peter’s past ghosting, he saw it as his own lucky break and leaned into the moment, sensing there was something more to Peter than just an adorable, awkward nerd. When Peter suggested finding a booth, Jonesy joked before agreeing, brushing against Peter’s arm in passing—only to pause, surprised by how solid and strong he felt. Intrigued, he openly admired Peter’s hidden athleticism, speculating about gymnastics or even a secret double life. Locking eyes with him, Jonesy’s curiosity and attraction deepened, convinced that Peter Parker was far more than he let on.
Jonesy agrees to hang out for the night, casually revealing he packed a change of clothes and a med kit, insisting that "smoochage" is mandatory—like a non-negotiable concert opener. Just as things get flirty, a threatening man shows up demanding to see Bob. Gene dramatically calls for his dad, Linda tries to defuse with cheerful confusion ("honestly, I feel like I don’t know the ‘on’ of it"), and Bob panics, revealing the restaurant’s being shaken down. The Belcher kids spring into chaos mode while Jonesy, totally charmed, leans into Peter and calls him HTG—"hot to gaze at."
Gene, nervous at the counter with Tina trembling beside him, quietly asks if they should be afraid. Outside, the Big Man makes a hushed call on a burner phone, hinting at violent consequences if the Belchers don't pay for "protection." Peter overhears fragments of the threat. Inside, Linda panics, confessing she feels totally lost. Bob admits he's been paying extortion money to keep them safe and is behind on payments. Linda realizes another local shop was likely destroyed for not paying. Tension rises as the Big Man stands by his car, his enforcers visible inside. Jonesy quietly gives Peter his money back, suggesting he might need it more — and offers to cover the food, hinting at a party to keep things normal, or to buy time.
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Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man, is a gifted college student balancing his academic life with the responsibilities of being a superhero. Living with his Aunt May since the tragic death of his Uncle Ben, Peter struggles to honor his uncle's legacy while navigating his identity as a bisexual young man. Recently, his heroics have caught the attention of Tony Stark, who invited him to join the Avengers Academy, offering a chance to develop his abilities further.
Though still early in his journey, Peter has already faced and fought some of the most dangerous supervillains in New York City, including the Vulture, Sandman, Green Goblin, and Doctor Octopus. These encounters have shaped his understanding of the risks of being Spider-Man, but he has yet to face the elusive Mysterio. As Peter grows into his role as a hero, he's learning that the path of Spider-Man is full of challenges and self-discovery, both in his powers and in his personal life.
Jonathan "Jonesy" Blake Jones was born into a unique legacy. His mother, Daphne Blake, hailed from an old-money family that made its fortune in cod liver oil during the early 20th century. Over the years, Daphne used her sharp business acumen to invest and diversify the family wealth, ensuring her children would never want for anything. As a result, Jonesy grew up with a very respectable trust fund, allowing him the freedom to pursue his passions rather than the pressures of earning a living.
Unlike his adventure-prone parents—Daphne with her grace under pressure and Fred with his tireless leadership—Jonesy preferred the quiet, intellectual pursuits of literature and history. From a young age, he felt a peculiar sensitivity to the world around him, a faint psychic awareness that made him keenly attuned to the subtle ebbs and flows of life’s currents.
In his twenties, Jonesy decided to follow his passion and took a job at a rare bookstore, not out of necessity but out of love for forgotten stories and dusty tomes. One day, while cataloging an unmarked crate of old books, he uncovered an extraordinary artifact: the Diary of Destiny of the Endless. Captivated by its enigmatic pages, Jonesy made the impulsive decision to photocopy one particular page he found intriguing.
Unbeknownst to him, this act tethered him to the timescape. The page began giving him fragmented glimpses of what needed to happen in the present to ensure the proper flow of time. These cryptic nudges didn’t explain why or how, only what he needed to do. With no real understanding of the cosmic forces at play, Jonesy began subtly influencing events, driven by an inexplicable sense of duty.
Though his psychic talents are minor compared to others, Jonesy has found purpose in his role as an unseen guardian of time’s proper passage. While his parents may have solved mysteries with their bravery and resourcefulness, Jonesy’s quiet diligence and otherworldly connection make him an unsung hero in his own right. Still, he wonders what deeper mysteries the Diary of Destiny holds—and whether he’s merely a pawn or something more.
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