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IDEK What This Is AU
Earth wasn't how he remembered it.
It had been a while since he'd been back, but even then, it sure seemed a lot more. Flashy and newfangled. He'd only been back cause of a few possible job leads and he was strapped for money at the moment, so he'd take anything he could get his hands on. Or hell, any leads to things he could possibly swipe to sell would be good too.
Of course when he'd gone to the bar in the city he'd docked at, Peter hadn't expected someone else to swipe something off him. Trying to get back his wallet from a few no name thugs ends up not going his way, hefted up by the collar of his pretty awesome red coat, he'll get chucked into a nearby table, sweeping it clear of any drinks.
Landing on the other side of said table, Peter swears, getting up and getting a pin point on the assholes who'd thought it would be cool to start a fight.
"HEY! Turd gobbler!" He shouts, "Yeah you! Give me back my wallet!" Don't mind if he just walks up onto the table and back over it, as one of the guys comes at him. Swing and a miss as Peter ducks and punches the dude right in the junk... and yoinks his wallet out of the guy's pant pocket and stuffs it into his coat.
"Thanks pal. Put some ice on that and take a break, alright?" And with a smile he'll turn to leave, until he's punched square in the face and falls back into someone. Perhaps a someone who'd been sitting at the table initially?
It had been a while since he'd been back, but even then, it sure seemed a lot more. Flashy and newfangled. He'd only been back cause of a few possible job leads and he was strapped for money at the moment, so he'd take anything he could get his hands on. Or hell, any leads to things he could possibly swipe to sell would be good too.
Of course when he'd gone to the bar in the city he'd docked at, Peter hadn't expected someone else to swipe something off him. Trying to get back his wallet from a few no name thugs ends up not going his way, hefted up by the collar of his pretty awesome red coat, he'll get chucked into a nearby table, sweeping it clear of any drinks.
Landing on the other side of said table, Peter swears, getting up and getting a pin point on the assholes who'd thought it would be cool to start a fight.
"HEY! Turd gobbler!" He shouts, "Yeah you! Give me back my wallet!" Don't mind if he just walks up onto the table and back over it, as one of the guys comes at him. Swing and a miss as Peter ducks and punches the dude right in the junk... and yoinks his wallet out of the guy's pant pocket and stuffs it into his coat.
"Thanks pal. Put some ice on that and take a break, alright?" And with a smile he'll turn to leave, until he's punched square in the face and falls back into someone. Perhaps a someone who'd been sitting at the table initially?
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"Oh, so you're an informant now?"
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"Hey, I just know where the party could keep rockin'. But if you want a boring party..."