Bell bottoms. Ugh. Look, he might have been born at the very tail end of the 70s, but no thank you.
The shower is heaven. Showers in the Company cells had been mostly cold, with barely any pressure, and he'd only ever been allowed ten minutes at most -- not that he'd even wanted to spend ten minutes in there. Here, there's actual hot water with actual pressure, and Peter might spend a little more time than necessary in there. He doesn't dare use the alarmingly dry looking bar of soap or the shampoo bottle because fuck knows what that's curdled into over decades, but even just the water is good.
For a few minutes, he does his best to think. He knows he can trust Adam. The guy told him the truth about their captivity, risking everything. He sneaked into the hospital to heal Nathan, risking everything. He gets the sense that Adam has a plan, but about what, he has no idea. Maybe his plan is nothing more than enjoying his freedom; maybe it's revenge on the Company. Either way, Peter owes a lot to Adam right now.
He'll stick with him, at least for now, he thinks. Nathan's being cared for. He can't stand to look his mom in the eye right now, knowing what she'd planned. There's nothing else for him in New York.
In the bedroom, he manages to find some dark jeans (not bell bottoms, thank you), and a black t-shirt. He runs his hand over his cropped hair and hates it for the millionth time, but he can't deny the shower went a long way to making him feel better. When he finds a defeated looking Adam holding a wine bottle with teeth marks on it, Peter's mouth quirks in an amused little smile. "What, no corkscrew?" He disappears back into the bathroom and comes out with a wire hanger, takes the bottle from Adam, and with some finessing and bending the hanger hook into a sharper fishhook shape, manages to fish the cork out.
He offers the newly opened bottle back to Adam. "Can you even get drunk with your ability?" he wonders out loud.
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The shower is heaven. Showers in the Company cells had been mostly cold, with barely any pressure, and he'd only ever been allowed ten minutes at most -- not that he'd even wanted to spend ten minutes in there. Here, there's actual hot water with actual pressure, and Peter might spend a little more time than necessary in there. He doesn't dare use the alarmingly dry looking bar of soap or the shampoo bottle because fuck knows what that's curdled into over decades, but even just the water is good.
For a few minutes, he does his best to think. He knows he can trust Adam. The guy told him the truth about their captivity, risking everything. He sneaked into the hospital to heal Nathan, risking everything. He gets the sense that Adam has a plan, but about what, he has no idea. Maybe his plan is nothing more than enjoying his freedom; maybe it's revenge on the Company. Either way, Peter owes a lot to Adam right now.
He'll stick with him, at least for now, he thinks. Nathan's being cared for. He can't stand to look his mom in the eye right now, knowing what she'd planned. There's nothing else for him in New York.
In the bedroom, he manages to find some dark jeans (not bell bottoms, thank you), and a black t-shirt. He runs his hand over his cropped hair and hates it for the millionth time, but he can't deny the shower went a long way to making him feel better. When he finds a defeated looking Adam holding a wine bottle with teeth marks on it, Peter's mouth quirks in an amused little smile. "What, no corkscrew?" He disappears back into the bathroom and comes out with a wire hanger, takes the bottle from Adam, and with some finessing and bending the hanger hook into a sharper fishhook shape, manages to fish the cork out.
He offers the newly opened bottle back to Adam. "Can you even get drunk with your ability?" he wonders out loud.