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seriousficTitle: I Won't Always Be There When There's A Giant Robot
Fandom: Spider-Man TAS
Rating: PG
Word Count: 595
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Felicia
Timeline: Follows close on the heels of 102, The Spider Slayer.
Summary: If Felicia would just give Peter a moment to explain why he didn't personally save her while that giant robot was on a rampage, he could clear this misunderstanding right up.
There was no cafeteria at Peter’s university, just a pavilion with several small restaurants catering to the discerning taste bud. Peter reached into his pocket and dug out three dollars and change amounting to another buck. Enough to stave off starvation for another day. Now, where to spend it? Pizza Hut, Wendy’s, Felicia Hardy…
That boggled his mind. Felicia didn’t belong in the quad, she belonged with her posse of upper-crustettes on the stairs of one of the nicer buildings, perhaps chugging one of those new energy smoothies everyone of a certain income level was enamored with. And she seemed to be in the same dire straits as him, looking from restaurant to restaurant with her arms crossed in an angry manner.
He walked up to her, whistling until she noticed him. “Oh, perfect.”
Peter looked around like a mime demonstrating ‘who, me?’ “I don’t see you out here very often, Felicia.”
“Yes, if you must know, I had to skip breakfast in favor of homework and now a Nutri-Glug drink simply won’t do it.”
“Who hasn’t been there?” Peter quipped. Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t forgiven him for that business with the Spider-Slayer. “Look, you never gave me a chance to explain…”
She held up a finger to his lips, silencing him. And calling up memories of the last time she’d touched his lips. It hadn’t been with her finger. “I suppose charity does begin at home, or the quad as the case may be. Let’s eat lunch together. Just tell me which of these… vendors sells the least offensive meal and you can tell me all about why you left me defenseless in the face of a giant robot.”
Peter pointed, almost at random, to a place selling gyros. “Did you forget my aunt was there? She’s not quite in as good a shape as you. I figured you could handle yourself while I got her to safety, but if you need a big strong man to take care of you…”
Despite the red rising in her face, she grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him toward the gyro place. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. Did you see the way Spider-Man absolutely leapt to rescue me? And he couldn’t take his eyes off me while he did it.”
“How could you tell? He wears a mask!” They had stopped under the vendor’s awning. Felicia shelled out a twenty and pointed to what she wanted.
“A woman knows these things,” Felicia said, crossing her arms. Peter would’ve been amused if she weren’t right. Felicia Hardy had definitely been a prettier sight than a Spider-Slayer. She took her gyro and walked, leaving Peter to quickly pay for one of his own and follow her.
They ate their gyros in silence at one of the tables, Felicia chewing thoughtfully with dainty little bites.
“Still, I suppose your story is plausible enough. I guess I owe you an apology.”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “And maybe something more? We never did finish that dance.”
Felicia wiped her fingers off with a napkin. “Perhaps. So, should I make it up to you now, or let a little interest accrue?”
“I think I’ll defer to your judgment in the matter. You do have more experience with money.”
Felicia got up, smiling. “And judging by those clothes, you know how to make a dollar stretch.” She backed up. “Together, we could rule the world!”
Peter leaned back and finished his gyro. So there was a sense of humor under all that haughtiness. Felicia Hardy got more interesting every day.
Fandom: Spider-Man TAS
Rating: PG
Word Count: 595
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Felicia
Timeline: Follows close on the heels of 102, The Spider Slayer.
Summary: If Felicia would just give Peter a moment to explain why he didn't personally save her while that giant robot was on a rampage, he could clear this misunderstanding right up.
There was no cafeteria at Peter’s university, just a pavilion with several small restaurants catering to the discerning taste bud. Peter reached into his pocket and dug out three dollars and change amounting to another buck. Enough to stave off starvation for another day. Now, where to spend it? Pizza Hut, Wendy’s, Felicia Hardy…
That boggled his mind. Felicia didn’t belong in the quad, she belonged with her posse of upper-crustettes on the stairs of one of the nicer buildings, perhaps chugging one of those new energy smoothies everyone of a certain income level was enamored with. And she seemed to be in the same dire straits as him, looking from restaurant to restaurant with her arms crossed in an angry manner.
He walked up to her, whistling until she noticed him. “Oh, perfect.”
Peter looked around like a mime demonstrating ‘who, me?’ “I don’t see you out here very often, Felicia.”
“Yes, if you must know, I had to skip breakfast in favor of homework and now a Nutri-Glug drink simply won’t do it.”
“Who hasn’t been there?” Peter quipped. Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t forgiven him for that business with the Spider-Slayer. “Look, you never gave me a chance to explain…”
She held up a finger to his lips, silencing him. And calling up memories of the last time she’d touched his lips. It hadn’t been with her finger. “I suppose charity does begin at home, or the quad as the case may be. Let’s eat lunch together. Just tell me which of these… vendors sells the least offensive meal and you can tell me all about why you left me defenseless in the face of a giant robot.”
Peter pointed, almost at random, to a place selling gyros. “Did you forget my aunt was there? She’s not quite in as good a shape as you. I figured you could handle yourself while I got her to safety, but if you need a big strong man to take care of you…”
Despite the red rising in her face, she grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him toward the gyro place. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. Did you see the way Spider-Man absolutely leapt to rescue me? And he couldn’t take his eyes off me while he did it.”
“How could you tell? He wears a mask!” They had stopped under the vendor’s awning. Felicia shelled out a twenty and pointed to what she wanted.
“A woman knows these things,” Felicia said, crossing her arms. Peter would’ve been amused if she weren’t right. Felicia Hardy had definitely been a prettier sight than a Spider-Slayer. She took her gyro and walked, leaving Peter to quickly pay for one of his own and follow her.
They ate their gyros in silence at one of the tables, Felicia chewing thoughtfully with dainty little bites.
“Still, I suppose your story is plausible enough. I guess I owe you an apology.”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “And maybe something more? We never did finish that dance.”
Felicia wiped her fingers off with a napkin. “Perhaps. So, should I make it up to you now, or let a little interest accrue?”
“I think I’ll defer to your judgment in the matter. You do have more experience with money.”
Felicia got up, smiling. “And judging by those clothes, you know how to make a dollar stretch.” She backed up. “Together, we could rule the world!”
Peter leaned back and finished his gyro. So there was a sense of humor under all that haughtiness. Felicia Hardy got more interesting every day.
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Date: 2008-09-28 10:14 pm (UTC)Kinda wish I could see that cartoon now, but damn if I don't have far too many TV shows on my list right now. I'm not even thinking of adding that now.
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Date: 2008-10-03 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-03 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-19 01:37 am (UTC)Are you aware of any other Peter/Felicia TAS fics, by any chance?
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:08 am (UTC)