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[RP for globbernaughts]

[First Date]

Peter was ridiculously nervous. He was beyond nervous. Really. He was half afraid he was going to throw up before the date ever started. They’d only seen each other the once for possibly three minutes while they waited in line for coffee. He’d written his number on her coffee cup and she’d scribbled hers on his arm. She’d texted first and it had kicked off a month long texting spree in which he kept promising her they’d eventually see each other, but their lives kept getting in the way. Most of the time it’d been the Spiderman thing, but there was also her trip to England, a cold that she refused to give to him, finals week for him and a chance to photograph a last minute wedding that he couldn’t afford to turn down.

Tonight posed the greatest chance to actually see each other that they’d had in that month of near constant texting. (He’d already had nightmares about his phone bill because there was a week of constant international texting on it). Peter wasn’t used to dating. His first girlfriend had been Gwen and after she’d died, he’d sort of given up on the idea of dating. Guilt had pushed him into a kind of solitude. He’d gotten used to it a long time ago, but returning to it after Gwen had taken him a while to adapt. Meeting Bethel hadn’t been planned and if she hadn’t texted him first, he would have never pursued it. It wasn’t safe for anyone to be in a relationship with him, which was why he was currently pacing in front of the Lego store, talking himself either out of leaving or into leaving before Bethel arrived. He flip-flopped from one to the other every few seconds. He probably looked a little like a crazy person, scrubbing at his head and then running his hands down his face, leg bouncing every time he stood in one place for long, fingers moving in time to the music piped into his ears by his earbuds.

He couldn’t leave. Not now, not even knowing that Bethel would be safer without him in her life. He’d fallen in love with her early on in their text relationship. She’d defended Spiderman and she’d passionately advocated that the man in the suit was the hero. Even if she hadn’t been funny, smart, geeky and beautiful, he would have fallen a little bit in love with her for that alone. With that decided, he could relax and just wait until she got there.

He’d shown up ridiculously early.

Of course, there was always the question of whether they’d get along as well in person as they did in text messages. Maybe, in person, she’d find him entirely too awkward. Although, he’d spent a good deal of their text messages warning her that he was incredibly awkward in person. It was possible in person that he would find she was an entirely different kind of person than the one represented in the texts. He didn’t really believe that one though. She’d been too honest and he’d seen her in too many moods to think that she wasn’t who he believed she was.

There was also the possibility that she’d figured out early on about his alter ego. He’d been fairly arrogant at first and if she paid any attention to the news, there were probably some things that lined up with some of the excuses for not being able to meet up with her again. She could have figured out that he was Spiderman and she could be in this just to be famous. There had been a girl last month that’d claimed to be his girlfriend in an exclusive interview to a tabloid rag. He’d never seen the girl in his entire life.

On the flip side, if things worked out between them, the Spiderman thing could be a deal breaker. He’d have to leave in the middle of dates, even the middle of the night. He would miss holidays, anniversaries, and birthdays because of Spiderman. That was the easy part of having him for a boyfriend. The hard part was much more dangerous and led to a much shorter life span.

Crap.

He really should have ignored that text message she’d sent him. The first one. He should have deleted it. He should have never sent anything back. He should have and yet part of him was ridiculously glad he hadn’t: the part of him that managed to forget for five seconds that she could end up dead.

Next time (when exactly had he decided there would be a next time?) he would make certain he didn’t arrive early so that he wouldn’t have time to psych himself out. Next time, he would make a return to perpetual tardiness and he would try to explain to Bethel that really was the better option.

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"She would have found someone else to be happy with and Billy and Sally would have gotten to have kids and grow old together and she would have been Sally Shipley. I mean, it sort of seemed like that was the way it was supposed to be. Sure, without each other they would have found someone else to be happy with, but with each other they would have been...epic."

Peter looked over at her when she mentioned that she didn't date a lot. At first he was surprised and then he smiled a little. "I go out a lot, but it's more just spending time alone, you know? I'm not a big crowd person."

Because his hearing was super sensitive and he tended to catch every twitch, move and breath out of his peripheral vision, he had to work at tuning people out, find something to focus entirely on so that he didn't turn into a twitching, reactionary mess in a crowd.

"I dunno, you make a good case for it, but if the Angels weren't there she never would have met him in the first place and then there would be no Sally Shipleys in either time." They were debating time travel... sort of.

Yes. Bethel Tobias was in love.

How awkward.

"Um, yeah, I only like crowds at football games. Or when they're on screen and not next to me being smelly and dripping mustard on my jeans." She had no excuses for not liking crowds, or people, just that she didn't like crowds or people.

"You don't know that though. Maybe she would have gone up to the police station for another reason, or he would have gone to her house for some reason. Fate finds a way." Yeah, it was totally cool.

It's okay, Peter was too.

A bit. As long as they didn't confess on the first date, they'd probably be okay.

"So you stay home and watch a lot of movies normally?"

Well, he had here there. Bethel believed in fate, even if the path was fluid, she believed that some things were fated, just in case people tried to mess it up. "Alright, I surrender to your argument. Sally and Billy getting together would have made that episode appropriately epic."

Considering how many times she admitted her love to him in a joking manner, he probably wouldn't believe her if she said it for real.

"Mostly, movies, TV, I read a lot. But my couch is really comfortable and the kitchen is right there and I can talk and pause at my leisure. It much more comfortable, really. Although, I do like this."

Peter was particularly pleased with that admission and it showed on his face. He didn't rub it in though, just continued working on the door. It was pretty much done. He just needed to trim it up.

Okay, fair point.

"I live in the dorms and I've got a room mate so a lot of the time I can't just hang out at home the way I want, but I watch movies on my laptop a lot in bed and on weekends I go home and spend a lot of time watching tv and doing homework at Aunt Mae's house. So what did you major in?"

"Business," came her answer as she fiddled with her things. "I've got my Masters in International Business, and my BAs were in Business Management and Hospitality. They sound a bit fancy when you say them like that, but basically I'm good at math and paperwork. Any time you want a break, my couch is really comfortable."

She stood, up, holding out her completed sign and TARDIS light bulb topper, pretty pleased with the way they came out. From far enough away the words might not even look like they were made with tiny squares. "Voila."

"It does sound fancy. You mentioned you fast tracked your masters. So you did college for five years? That's pretty impressive and I can see how it wouldn't leave you much time." He grinned over at her like a five year old when she offered her couch. "You have no idea how often I'm planning on abusing that invitation already." Because they were getting along brilliantly and he wanted to spend more time with her anyway.

"Wow. That's really great." Her attention to detail was impressive. "Okay. I think you can put the sign up here. Wanna start on the roof while I finish up this wall?"

"Actually, four years. I did Uni in three, I just skipped summer." Look, she wasn't even trying to be modest about it, she was impressive in that respect. Even if it did take away all her free time. She still managed two years abroad while she was at it. She did grin right back at that smile though. It was impossible not to, really. "Good. I welcome your abuse of my hospitality."

She looked at the TARDIS, a bit wary. "I'm way to short to reach that. I it all yours." And she passed it over. She was much too small to do that task, but she attacked the roof with gusto. Though she did have to break out her phone to double check how it looked.

"Wow. That's even more impressive." He was appropriately impressed too. He was taking a bunch of classes, had clepped out of several and would finish his masters in five years. It left him with some free time, which usually got eaten up by Spiderman and photography jobs. "I'm looking forward to it."

He had to go up on his tiptoes to finish the final wall as it was. Once the roof was intact, he was going to have to get a ladder to put it on top.

"Okay, I think we're done except for putting the roof up. I'm going to need a ladder for that."

He could just toss a web up to the support beams of the roof and hang over the TARDIS but that would sort of out him as Spiderman.

"I'm on it." Bethel paused in working on the roof, the angle was frustrating her, to find that guy from before and ask him to bring Peter a ladder for the roof. Actually, maybe two. Then she could help. Well, maybe three, they might need someone to hold it in position while they connected it.

That done, she headed back to the roof, concentrating hard on attaching the light piece she'd made. It kept tipping over. "Peter," she whined. "This thing hates me."

Peter was just finishing up the wall when she voiced her frustration. He walked over and sat down across from her, lips pursed as he examined it and tried to come up with a way to stabilize the light without ruining the design.

"What if we did two layers of bricks maybe three bricks high and sort of made a box to sit the light piece in? It's not exactly true to design, but it doesn't ruin the design and it should stabilize it."

Bethel's nose wrinkled up in an obvious look of annoyance. She wasn't annoyed with Peter, because his idea seemed smart and wouldn't actually ruin the look of the TARDIS, but because she was annoyed it wouldn't just magically work for her.

"I'm kind of jealous of your brilliance right now," she murmured, even as she started putting the pieces together as he described.

"It's not really brillance. I'm just looking at a problem from the outside. You're too involved in and close to it to see how to fix it."

He worked on helping her with the box that the light would sit in. It was done fairly quickly and it worked beautifully. With that done, they started to lift the roof.

"Okay, lets sort of slid our hands underneath it, meet in the middle and try to support it with our forearms. We'll see if we can get over to the ladder and up on top."

Bethel eyed their handiwork dubiously. It looked great, yes, it worked out perfectly, Peter really was brilliant, whether he was just outside the problem of if he was just brilliant. (Bethel was leaning towards the latter.)

But she was a good foot shorter than him. Getting the roof on top was nothing something she thought was going to work out that easily.

But.

He was the one with the physics magic, she would trust him. And if it failed, she would laugh at him. Like any good friend type thing would do.

"Okay." She followed his instructions, shifting the roof so it rested on her forearms, grinning a bit when their hands met and her fingers instinctively tangled up with his. She would just follow his lead for the rest, good little direction taker.

Shhhh he was totally being modest. She could remember this when he has his not modest in the least moments because he had them just like any other brilliant boy.

It was going to be difficult and involve some hunching on his part and some tiptoeing on her part, but they'd built it together. He didn't want to leave the final piece to himself and some guy that worked there that just happened to be about the same height as him. They'd figure out a way to make it work.

"Okay, let's go over to ladders and kind of...ease our way up them."

Maybe he could very casually shoot some spiderwebs out of the shooters he always wore on his wrists underneath the roof to support it until they got it firmly in place. He could dart inside then and clear the spiderwebs before anyone went inside to see it.

Bethel followed his lead, still looking a bit dubious as to how this was really going to work. She had to climb the ladder first, being a rung higher finally putting them at the same height.

"Hello there, you have lovely eyes," she said, grinning when she was at eye level for the first time. Oh yes, she was happily distracted, she probably wouldn't notice any webbing as long as it didn't touch her. She would notice that.

And freak out.

The next step they took together, and then the next until they were at the right height to lower the roof on top. "Okay, physics boy. Tell when what to do. I am at your disposal for the mo'."

He turned a bit red at the compliment, a grin stretching from ear to ear. "Uhm...thanks. I--thanks."

He recovered quickly enough to sort of shoot some web on either sides of their arms, giving the roof something to rest on. "Okay, now pull your arms straight back, fingertips to the edge."

When she did that, he'd shoot a couple of quick webs in the other direction giving it a base to rest on then he mirrored the action he'd guided her into so that their fingertips were on the edge of the roof. "Now let's just set it down real careful like then once it's settled, we'll click it down."

"You're welcome."

Bethel was a good listener, following Peter's instructions to the letter, and settling the roof just like he'd told her. "Mmm, okay, I think I'm set over here, possibly."

He snapped his side in and started to scramble down the ladder. "Okay, I'll just check inside and make sure everything is set there and I think we're done."

He wanted to get inside and snap the spider webs down before someone saw them. Probably anyone that did would think they belonged to some run of the mill spider, but he didn't want to take that change.

He stepped sideways into the Lego TARDIS, leaving the door half open as he reached up and tore the spiderwebs down, shoving the sticky strands into his pocket before popping half way out. "I think we're good here. So, did I mention it also travels in time?" He waggled his eyebrows at Bethel.

As it turned out, Bethel had a couple more Legos to piece together, there was a random blank spot, but then she was done and she leapt down the ladder, leaning lazily against the Lego TARDIS they had created and grinning at Peter.

"You had me at spaceship, Coffee Boy." She nudged him back inside and followed, it was a bit of a tight squeeze, and pushed the door shut. It was dark for a second before she took her phone out and tapped a few buttons. Suddenly, the sound of the TARDIS taking off filled the police box and she looked up at Peter, grinning.

He couldn't help but laugh. This was awesome. They'd built a TARDIS on their first day. She had the vworp vworp sound on her phone.

"It's okay if I kiss you, right? I mean...you'd be okay with it? Sort of a celebratory 'we built a TARDIS' kiss."

"Yes, yes, that would be very okay with me. Even if it's not a celebratory kiss and is just an 'I really want to kiss you' kiss. That would be fine with me, too. Any type of kissing scenario would work for me."

And she was babbling. A 'please shut up kiss' would work just as well right about there.

The babbling was cute and it made him feel better about being so awkward around her. He nodded at her words, one hand going to her waist.

"Okay. That's--that's really good to know."

Then he dipped his head and kissed her, softly at first, as if asking permission to make it a deeper, less awkward, more meaningful kiss.

Permission granted. Bethel didn't care that they were in a Lego TARDIS in a Lego store surrounded by Lego collectors under the age of twelve. The TARDIS doors were closed. They were alone.

And Peter was kissing her.

Her hands went up to curl around his forearms, holding tightly. Yes, permission definitely granted.

Their audience hadn't even crossed Peter's mind. All he was thinking about was Bethel and the way she felt pressed against him, her lips on his. He could hear her heart racing and he didn't bother to try and tune it out. His slid his hands up her back and then back down, coming to a rest at the small of her back. After a moment, almost hesitantly, he slipped his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss even further.

Their audience was going to begin to wonder what they were up to, but Peter found he couldn't bring himself to care.

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