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[Scott is realizing, once the feed is on, that he probably should have cleaned up before addressing the network. Because he's kinda bloody right now. It's all over his shirt - which is torn in a couple places - and there's more blood drying on his jaw. But he looks very human, which is not something he could have said forty minutes ago.

He glances off screen at someone - he's in Zero, though its occupants aren't visible - and scratches the back of his head.]

This new guy jumped me? He says his name is Roderick.

[And Roderick is getting a cameo, now. Wave, Roderick. (He is actually waving.)]

I brought him to zero, I'm not...really sure what else I'm supposed to do with him.

[Scoot don't admit to having no clue in front of the bad guys, sigh.]

[Private to Peter]

[He's been trying not to think about this. Like, in a big, huge freaking way, because it still freaks him out a bit. He's here because he doesn't want to be a werewolf forever, he doesn't want to be one at all anymore. Giving into it a little today has left him unsettled, and between that and what Lydia told him, He's not really sure what to think anymore.

Luckily, he knows a freaking super hero.

Who he probably should have contacted after he finished cleaning up, but at least the bloody shirt is gone. He's in the middle of scrubbing the blood off his chin and chest.]

Hey dude, do you wanna come over? I have a Playstation 4.

[Still can't believe this thing exists okay u_u]

[Private to the Admiral + spam for Lindsey]

Can you...jeez...Can you bring back, um--[He's not entirely sure of the man's name, so he turns the camera on Lindsey's form for a moment.] I'm...I'm gonna take him to the infirmary.

[He clicks off there, shoves the communicator in his pocket, and jesus. He has no idea what to do here, but at least...at least he doesn't ahve to worry about wounds, right? Carefully, he starts to lift the corpse - man, somehow getting the weight over his shoulder. He shudders as blood stains his shirt, swallows hard against the urge to vomit, and for a long moment, he has to just close his eyes. The smell of blood is so strong, it's overwhelming, and he's having trouble shutting it out.

Eventually, he puts one foot in front of the other, and repeats, repeats, manages to move forward jerkily toward the infirmary.]

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[Well, if it's any consolation, being a teenage superhero has its downsides too, so Peter's not judging at all.

He catches the controller effortlessly - which he still sometimes feels kind of geekily excited about, thank you genetically modified spider - and considers the question before taking a seat.]

Call of Duty sounds fine to me.

Cool. [It's all ready in the machine so Scott just boots it up, staring at the screen while the PS turns on.]

So, like - how long have you been doing the super hero...thing?

Uh, before I got on the Barge? [And he sort of feels like the last year really hasn't counted, considering his superheroic contributions to the Barge community have been... minimal.]

Like, two months. Two really long, weird months.

[Which is kind of embarrassing to admit to and he is not trying to hide that fact.]

[Scott nods, and he'd probably agree, because his contributions over the last four months have been pretty minimal.]

Seriously? [Scott's not out to embarrass him. He turns the game on, runs a hand through his hair while it loads.] What was it like, helping people? Like you did the whole costume and mask thing, right?

Yeah. [Which is also something he hasn't done in a while. Not since like, Los Angeles, which feels like forever ago.] It was... nice.

[Lame way to describe it, but it's true. He fumbles for a better way to explain it before looking over at Scott.]

Like, one of the first people I really helped was this kid- Dr. Connors- Did I tell you about Dr. Connors? He like, used to work with my dad and kind of accidentally mutated himself into a giant lizard and went kind of... nuts, so he goes on this rampage on a bridge and knocks a couple cars off? So I grab them with some web and stuff, but there's this kid stuck in the car and he's like, terrified, obviously, and talking to a guy in a mask isn't really helping so I uh, [Have a chronic problem about keeping my mask on my face where it belongs.] Kind of took the mask off to try and help him calm down? So he's holding onto the mask and I'm trying to get his seatbelt off, but then the car catches on fire and the cable snaps, so I fire off a new one but now it's like, I'm holding onto the car and the bridge, and if I let go, Jack's toast, right? And cars are prettyyy heavy even when you're a mutant like me, right, so I tell him he's going to have to climb, but he's scared, so I tell him to put the mask on because it's like, you know. I don't know, a confidence booster, and so he's climbing but not really fast enough and the car's bumper's starting to give and finally it just slips out from under me, so I grab him with some web and catch him before he falls too far.

It was totally terrifying, but like, I don't know. If I hadn't been on the bridge, he probably would have died. And that's pretty cool, to know you can stop that kind of stuff from happening.

I mean, it's also hard because when you can't save someone, you feel like the worst kind of asshole, but. I don't know, I'm glad I can help.

[It's an enthralling story, and Scott doesn't notice at all when the game goes to its start screen, because his attention is fully on Peter. It's awesome, and he can't believe Peter's that strong - holding a car? Scott definitely can't hold a car - or that he literally saved a kid's life. He's not that much older, and he's saving lives.

Lydia said he helps people. As a werewolf.

She also said that Jackson died. (And came back. But that doesn't make sense outside the Barge.)]

Wow. [He doesn't know what else to say. He's afraid of doing the wolf thing, of changing his mind about being here. What if this is just...just him being afraid? What if he's spending time here when people need him back home? He's letting them down. He doesn't want to let them down.]

I talked to someone from home. That day the network freaked out.

[Are there kids he could be saving? Should he be saving Jackson? He doesn't know how to do that when he's still running from Allison's dad.

He really doesn't know how to do that with her knowing what he is, hating - no, Lydia said she doesn't hate him.

She doesn't hate him. That's buoying.]

Edited 2014-01-30 16:25 (UTC)

[While he's probably not the best person in the world at sensing when something serious is going down when it comes to just like, talking. And stuff. He does kind of have the idea that this is more important than just a casual conversation about superheroics, or how weird it is to hear from people back home when the network freaks.

If anything, he doubts you mean you were screamed at by your crazy future boss who apparently hates your alter ego.]

What happened? [It's more gently prompting than anything else, because obviously he wants to talk.]

[Scott it good about talking through problems. Better than most, at least. Glancing up at Peter, he tosses his controller behind him on the bed and pulls up a leg to fold under him.]

She was like, from the future? I mean I'm barely friends with her, we only started hanging out because I made first line and she's dating the captain. Co-captain, now. But she acted like we were actually friends, and she knew I was a werewolf. She shouldn't know that! And she wasn't freaked out or whatever.

[Which was unexpected, but kinda cool. Scott swallows hard and looks away. The rest is less cool.]

She said Jackson - my co-captain - she said he died. And came back. And that I help people. As a werewolf. And I thought - I don't know how I can help people when I almost lose control once a month.

[Peter doesn't look away, and he still doesn't appear especially bothered that his friend isn't 100% human. I mean, one, can you say hypocritical and two, it's still kind of a novelty to have people around who just. Get it.]

So, when I first got my powers? I totally trashed my bedroom. And accidentally beat up a subway car full of people. Like, I had no idea how to do stuff like, open a tube of toothpaste anymore without squirting the whole thing out, I ripped a towel rack off my wall, broke an alarm clock... [He's sort of saying it like he's kidding, but this all did actually happen and it was weird.]

I know it's not the same at all as being a werewolf, but like, I don't know. Maybe you learn how to control it? [Not that he wants to draw this comparison, but it did kind of seem like his counterpart on that other Barge had it under control. In a bad way, but still under control.] How long have you been a werewolf?

Before the Barge? [He shifts, puts his foot back on the floor and screws his face up a little in thought.] Like a month, I guess? Almost? I dunno, I didn't really...keep track. It started in January, though. Right after winter break.

[It's not a comparison Scott wants to think about, either - in fact, he doesn't want to think about that version of himself ever - but it's a good point. He just hasn't had the opportunity to learn, here.]

How long did it take you to figure it out? I mean, how long before you were able to brush your teeth again? [Weak zing?]

A couple weeks. I still have problems, sometimes. Not often, but like- If I'm doing something new? I kind of need to like, recalibrate. To make sure I don't screw up. [This explains his terribly bad early attempts at lacrosse.]

And sometimes accidents just happen. Like I broke a basketball backboard at my school.

[He hesitates a little before inquiring further.] So, what makes you lose control?

[One day soon they will have a crazy lacrosse match.]

Dude, seriously? [Not sure if awesome, hilarious, or awful. Then again, Flash and Jackson are like. the same person.

He shrug.]

It's, um. When my heartrate goes up, I guess. It's like I Hulk out, you know? Violence - lacrosse. I dunno how I've been managing that. Girls. [Girl. Singular. He tips his had back, gazing into the middle distance.]

Except, not all the time. Allison's like - she's my anchor. You know? She calmed me down, without even trying.

[He nods, completely ignoring the video game because he's curious and wants to figure out how to solve this one.

Obviously if this person from the future is right, Scott's going to work it out eventually, it's just a question of figuring out what that is. Peter definitely knows better than to think everything on the Barge is going to be totally hunky dory until then.]

Is she the only thing that's helped?

Yeah. [Because everything Derek tried to teach him, everything Derek thought was true just - wasn't, for Scott. Pain eeps him human. Love keeps him human.]

And right before I came here, she found out.

[Well, way to distract him momentarily from the bigger issue at hand!]

How did that go? [Did you run away and make a deal with a super powerful crazy person?]

[That's a bingo. u_u

Scott flops backward to stare up at the ceiling.]

I don't know. Her dad was kinda trying to kill me at the time. I bolted.

[And showed up here.]

....Lydia said she doesn't hate me, though. I don't know why, but...

[Going out on a limb here, but.] Because you're a decent guy and being a werewolf isn't the worst thing in the world? I mean, believe me, at least you're not a lizard. [That whole easily detachable tail thing is pretty freaking gross, Scott..]

Was he trying to kill you like, oh there's Scott and he's a werewolf so I guess I'd better shoot him or like, wow that's one weird looking rabid dog, bear... thing?

[Okay, he's snorting at that. That might even be a smile! Except it's hard to smile and talk about Chris Argent, so.]

He's a hunter. Like - his family hunts werewolves. That's what they do. Her dad found out it was me, and they...kind of tried to squash me between two cars?

[...]

I don't look like a dog-bear!

That's what people always say when they think they shot a werewolf, and then it turns out it was just the neighbor's dog or something!

[He's only repeating what he's heard!!]

But dude, that sucks. And here I thought I had it bad because my girlfriend's dad wanted to arrest me.

Did Lydia say anything about like. How that's going to go down? I mean, I'm not saying hide out here forever, but if some psycho's trying to run you over, kind of sounds like camping out for a while might not be such a bad idea.

[You are such a city boy Pete u_u]

...Okay that sounds pretty bad, too. At least he's like a cop? Her dad has a freaking garage full of weapons. I don't know how legal that is. But it's terrifying.

[He shrugs, propping himself up on his elbows.]

She didn't say anything about how. Just that, like, Jackson and Peter died but didn't stay dead? She's really bad at explaining things.

[So!!!]

I'm pretty sure that's not super legal like, at all. Or I don't know, I'm definitely not a fan of the whole "my Second Amendment rights mean I can own an assault rifle" thing, so. [Maybe it's not illegal.] Anyway, murdering a teenager is totally illegal no matter what kind of permits you have, so.

[He puts the controller aside, kicks off his shoes and pulls his legs up on the bed so he can turn and face Scott properly, since evidently the game is on hold.]

Do werewolves usually... not die? Die and then come back?

Tell me about it. [The game is absolutely on hold.]

No we just like. Heal super fast. [Obviously. He doesn't even know that Grandpappy Argent likes the 'old way' of cutting them in half, yet.]

I don't know what she meant, cause Jackson's not a werewolf. And Peter was the one who bit me.

Could he have been turned into one?

[Which is a terrifying thought in a lot of ways because no way does he want Flash to wind up with superpowers if he's still going to be throwing basketballs at his head and stuff.]

Oh my god I hope not.

[He lets his head hang backward, eyes closing.] I mean, he wanted to. Like really bad, he was so mad that I was suddenly good at lacrosse, and I dunno how he figured it out, but he did. He wanted me to bite him, but only an alpha can do it. [He thinks.]

He wouldn't listen when I told him how awful it was. He just wanted to be badass.

With great power comes great responsibility, [He says it kind of mumbled, like he's joking, because apparently this is supposed to be his catchphrase or something? Chris made it sound like it was, anyway.]

So, okay, Lydia says you're going to get to a spot where like, you'll be more in control and a couple people will know what you can do, but they aren't pissed about it and you can use what you can do to help people.

I mean, apart from the girlfriend's crazy dad thing, that doesn't sound so bad? [He's figuring at this point that you're always going to have someone pissed off at and trying to kill you if you decide to do the whole hero thing.] You just need to figure out how to control it.

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