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loeyparker · 3 years ago

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right where you left me - p.p. 2/?

summary: trust issues surface and you spend the day bonding. Peter should probably tell you about Gwen, right?

pairing: andrew!peter parker x f!reader

word count: 7k

tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, angst, set before, during & after nwh, good ol’ mutual pining, mentions of violence, nwh spoilers

a/n: seeing you guys enjoying the first part of the story made me truly happier than anything and I can't even begin to thank you enough !! so here's some pals being pals who build trust and show a little too much affection for a couple of friends. nwh spoilers close to the end!!

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Glass shattering outside your bedroom woke you up.

Instinctively, you opened the drawer of your nightstand and took out your gun. With swift, silent steps, you approached the door. A soft creak came through as you opened it, but the noise was muffled by loud sounds coming from your living room.

Within seconds, you jumped out of the bedroom to face the danger, gun drawn.

Peter was on the ground, trying to untangle his right leg from the wire of a chord. The framed picture you kept forgetting to hang on the wall now laid on the floor, lost amongst shards of glass. The window was wide open, allowing a gust of cold wind to creep up your bare legs.

Peter froze, then looked up, feeling your presence.

His eyebrows shot up. “Gun, again?”

You sighed and unloaded your weapon, placing it on the coffee table. “You expect me to sing a song when I think someone broke into my house?”

“I’m …” Peter moved his leg quickly, detangling it. Then he shot up to his feet. “I don't know the layout yet, I tripped coming in.” He spoke quickly, fairly embarrassed.

You glanced at the open window again. “Where did you go at 8 in the morning?” You folded your arms to your chest.

Peter bent down to pick a paper bag off the floor, which he then held up triumphally. “I got breakfast – croissants.” A proud smile bloomed on his face.

You shook your head but smiled nonetheless. “You can put them in the kitchen” you walked towards another door close to the entrance that Peter had somehow missed. Out of a small room, you took out a broom and dustpan. “I’ll be right with you.”

“No, no, no” Peter spoke quickly, placing the bag of croissants on the coffee table next to the gun, then rushing in front of you. “I broke it, I’ll clean it.”

“Peter, it’s fine – “

“No, I insist.” He slowly grabbed the cleaning tools out of your hands. Normally you wouldn’t give up this easy but truth be told, you were still sleepy. “You go make some coffee.” He spoke looking down at you with a lazy smile.

You bowed your head jokingly, then saluted. “Yes, sir.” Turning on your heels, you grabbed the food and tip-toed into the kitchen to avoid any stray shards of glass.

Peter swept the living room fighting back a smile the whole time.

You placed the croissants on a plate, then set up a pot of coffee to brew. Meanwhile, you took Peter’s suit out of the watching machine and draped it over a radiator for it to dry.

The faint sound of your ringtone coming from the bedroom made you sigh loudly. Peter looked up from his cleaning task when he heard your rushed steps hitting the hardwood floors. He watched you dash into your room, then smelled the fresh coffee being brewed.

“Yes?” Peter heard your quiet voice, muffled by the walls and distance between you two. “Are you serious? It’s my day off.”

A pause.

Peter really didn’t mean to eavesdrop - but he was curious.

“My job is Spider-Man, not Peter Parker. I don’t think an investigation should be launched into the reason why he’s visiting his aunt.”

Peter straightened his back. The smile on his face quickly went away, replaced by a stoic expression. His jaw clenched as he glanced at your gun on the coffee table. He looked back down at the shards of glass as you walked out of the bedroom.

“Fine, I’ll look into it.” You ended the call in the kitchen before pouring fresh, hot coffee into two mugs.

Peter walked in right as you sat on one of the two seats at your small, round kitchen table. Looking up you noticed he stayed in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against it. His arms were folded to his chest, his face hardened.

You frowned.

Your fingers stopped stirring the teaspoon into your coffee.

“What?” You asked.

His eyes were fixed on you, no trace of softness in them. His forehead was riddled with creases as he frowned. His lips were glued in a straight line.

“Are you some sort of Spider-Man hunter or something?” He asked.

“A what?”

“It would make sense.” Traces of anger seeped through Peter’s veins as he thought about it, as he doubted his trust in you. “Why you have a gun, why you lied about being a cop, why you shot me, why you “know Spider-Man” “ he quoted you at the end.

His tone was accusatory.

Truthfully, he felt kind of stupid in that very moment. Because last night he dropped into another world and put his trust into the very first person he met, just because she was pretty and quick witted. He allowed his heart to fall into a trap just because you touched his face so tenderly that he woke up feeling the ghost of your fingers still on his skin.

He even went out to get you croissants when he didn’t even know who you were.

“What’s gotten into you?” You still hadn’t gotten up from your seat.

“Your job is Spider-Man? The hell does that mean?” He took a large step into the room, hands rising to his sides, questionably.

You frowned. “I work for S.H.I.E.L.D in the superhero division and I’m the agent responsible for Spider-Man.” You explained, calmly. “I don’t hunt him, I … track him. But he signed the Sokovia Accords and gave consent for it. And he’s an Avenger so technically, he works with S.H.I.E.L.D.”

You didn’t blame Peter for being doubtful and suspicious of you. He’d known you for less than 24h in which you shot and threatened him – lack of trust was to be expected.

“I don’t know what any of that means.” Peter deadpanned.

You got up and grabbed something off the counter, handing it to him.

Peter held the grey and blue lanyard, inspecting it. On the front was the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo and a personal code. Turning the metallic lanyard over, Peter was met by an official-looking photo of you. Against a dark grey background, you stood with a small smile on your face. Curtain bangs framed your face, long waves hung over your shoulders. Your name was written in bold letters by the picture, along with a LEVEL 6 by its side. Underneath, a special section categorized you as an agent.

“What’s S.H.I.E.L.D.?” Peter didn’t look up from your picture. There wasn't a drastic difference between the picture and the woman standing in front of him. They both still looked the same age - but in the picture your hair was longer, there were no traces of tiredness on your face and your eyes seemed brighter.

The girl in the picture seemed happier, more excited for a future that would end up breaking her spirit.

“Stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.”

“Damn.” Peter finally looked back at you. He preferred the acronym, he decided.

You smiled. “We’re basically the line between the world and … a weirder world – whether that’s enhanced individuals, sorcerers or aliens. We try to protect people.” You spoke as you sat down and grabbed one of Peter’s croissants. “It was S.H.I.E.L.D. who created the Avengers – it was an Avenger who helped Peter, my Peter become Spider-Man.”

Peter’s eyes softened. He fought back the urge to ask about sorcerers and aliens, instead waiting for you to finish.

“I don’t hunt Spider-Man. I just keep track of him – that’s my job, I do it so civilians feel safe.” You continued. “And I actually try to protect Peter as best as I can. I’ve been keeping his identity on the down low until he got exposed – “

“Peter got exposed?” Peter asked, eyes wide. He pulled out a chair and sat down next to you.

“Yeah, a guy he fought framed him for murder by naming him as his killer on national TV.”

Peter leaned back into his chair, shocked. He could even feel a headache forming. Then, he frowned. “So everyone knows Spider-Man is Peter Parker in this world?”

You nodded, lips pursed.

“That must be horrible for him – do you know him personally?” He spoke quickly.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly, gaze lowering to your coffee cup. “I actually used to babysit him when I was in high school.”

Peter laughed. “No way.” And just like that, his traces of doubt had vanished. It was strange, how easy it was for him to believe you, to eat up every word you said. But the more he looked at you, at your messy bed hair, bare face and sincere eyes, the more he felt at ease.

“Yeah, sometimes I wonder if S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited me because of my skills or because I knew Spider-Man.” You spoke with a strained laugh, one that made Peter want to reach out for you. “Or because my dad died in action and Fury felt bad.”

Peter just assumed Fury was your boss. “Your dad was an agent too?” He asked quietly.

You nodded, picking at the croissant. “He was killed by Hydra ten years ago, which is crazy to say in 2024, by the way.” Frustration seeped through your words. Looking back up at Peter, you grimaced. “Sorry, I keep mentioning confusing things.”

“I’ll just assume Hydra is bad, you don’t have to go into detail.”

“Yeah, they’re Nazis.”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Okay so, definitely bad guys. Horrible people.”

“You have Nazis in your world?” You asked, surprised.

“Hitler is very much a person in my world, yeah.” Peter nodded.

“I can’t believe the thing our worlds have in common are Nazis.”

Peter puffed, then apologized for laughing because that was not funny. You finally took a bite out of the croissant, hunger getting the best of you. Peter grabbed his coffee mug and took a sip.

You watched his every move.

“So, I’m curious now.” Peter began, changing his seating position. He now sat sideways on his chair, arm draped the backrest. He was fully facing you, his knees almost touching the side of your right bare thigh. Your eyes kept stealing glances at his arm resting over the chair because his bicep pushed against the backrest, making his muscles stand out even more. “Did Hitler fund Hydra?” Peter asked.

“Pretty much. And S.H.I.E.L.D was formed as a reaction to Hydra.” You replied.

Peter whistled. “During World War II?”

You nodded, mouth full.

“That was a long time ago.” Peter stated, fidgeting with the coffee cup. “Your world has lore.”

At that, you laughed.

And Peter suddenly wanted to spend his entire life making you laugh again. Because the chime of your laugh danced around the room, harmonizing with Peter’s heartbeats, and the corners of his mouth broke into a tight-lipped smile.

“What? Your world doesn’t have history?” You asked, still grinning.

“Not like this!” Peter said in a half-defensive, half-joking manner. You laughed again, him joining you - because it was funny how complicated your world was, its history taken straight out of a comic book. But it was charming, nonetheless, and Peter wanted to hear you explain your world's history for as long as possible.

There was a pause, a momentary silence after your laughs subsided. You were finishing your croissant; Peter was enjoying his coffee. The black liquid swirled around his Christmas themed mug as he swayed it gently, lost in thoughts.

And then he spoke up again. “I’m sorry about your dad.” His voice was soft, softer than you’d ever heard it. You looked down, biting your lower lip – it was a sore subject, still. “I lost my uncle, who was pretty much like my dad, so I …” Peter continued when you remained silent. His words made you finally look back at him. “I have an idea of what it feels like to lose a dad and I know it’s painful.”

“I’m sorry, Peter.” Instinctively, you placed a hand on his knee. His arm came off the backrest as he laid a hand over yours.

His mind flashed to Gwen, and he wondered if he should tell you about her as well. He quickly decided this wasn’t a trauma competition – plus, part of him worried that you’d look at him differently after he’d mention a tragic love story. So, he decided the moment wasn’t right.

“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.” He spoke instead, eyes never leaving yours. At his words, your glossy gaze softened. Your pinkie rose slightly, tangling with one of Peter’s fingers.

“It’s okay, I understand. I’d be reluctant too.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“How?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just inclined to trust Peter Parker, whether he’s a dorky high school student or a tall, goofy, handsome skater boy.” For a second, you glanced at his lips. The wound you treated had begun to heal, and you watched as a teasing smirk made its way onto his features.

“Can’t believe you think I’m goofy.”

And again, you laughed.

Usually when you laugh, you low away – or down. It was a reflex, a habit you had picked up along the years. And because habits are hard to break, you looked down when laughing with Peter as well.

But Peter didn’t laugh. Instead, he was stuck watching strands of hair fall over your face, strands which remained stuck by your cheeks when you looked back at him. His lips were closed in a smile, his honey eyes twinkled and you felt last night’s tension again.

You both did.

His arm ached to reach out and push a strand of hair behind your ear, but he hesitated.

There was pressure in your chest, the kind that made it hard to breathe, the kind that made your head spin. You swore you could feel your heart beating in your throat but you remember that you met this man last night. And he was your friend.

You could also read the hesitation in Peter, so you pulled your arm back from him. Then, in a heartbeat, you were up on your feet. Peter’s eyes followed you.

“Are you okay with staying here by yourself for a bit?” You asked, your back to him. You were washing your coffee mug in the sink.

And just like that, the tension vanished out of the room, the air felt breathable again.

Peter frowned. “Why, you going somewhere?” He licked his lips, as they felt dry. The wound on his bottom lip stung.

“I was thinking of getting you some normal clothes, then we could go meet my Peter.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

You faced him, eyebrows quirked. “The clothes you have on belong to a high school kid and they’re two sizes too small for you.” You glanced at his exposed calves, the t-shirt sleeves tightening around his biceps.

“I’ve seen people wear worse things in New York.” He sipped the last bit of coffee, then got up and placed the mug in the sink, an apologetic look on his face. Then, he leaned on the counter right by you.

You turned the sink back on to wash his mug. “Fine, but that means no geeky surprise for you before seeing Peter.”

“What surprise?” Peter coked his head.

You shrugged. “No surprise if you’re dressed like a Shameless character.”

Peter paused, fighting the urge to laugh, instead choosing to comically put up an annoyed front. His arms folded to his chest and he didn’t want to admit that the t-shirt was, indeed, too tight on him. “Fine but,” he raised a finger “I’m coming with you.”

“You don’t think I can handle buying some pants and a shirt?” One of your hands rested on your hip.

“I have an obscure fashion sense.”

“Let me guess, early 2000’s edgy skater boy style?”

Peter looked at you expression-less. You smiled triumphally, he huffed. “I still want to come with you. I saw a thrift store a block away, we can go there.” When you pursed your lips, he pouted. “Please?”

“Can you not be left alone for like 15 minutes?”

“No, who knows what I’ll do – actually,” he quipped “I was thinking of hanging up your TV using web – “

“Fine, you’re coming with me.” You quickly spoke, walking away. “Just wait for me to get dressed.”

“My web is very resistant,”

“Don’t touch my TV, Parker.” You shouted from the bedroom, behind a half-closed door.

Peter just laughed and sat back at the kitchen table to eat a croissant. Your phone was on the table, and he picked it up mindlessly. Your lock screen was a picture of a teenaged you, standing next to a younger boy whom he assumed was your Peter. The two of you were sat in a booth – your arm draped over Peter, who had a red and yellow mask resting on top of his head. You wore a small, blue ‘40s cap with a star on it. Behind the two of you, amongst high tops of familiar buildings, Peter saw the Avengers building – only in this photo, a bright STARK sign shone on it instead. He didn’t want to try and guess your passcode, nor to ask you about it. Instead, he just opened the camera and took a couple of selfies – then, he placed the phone back down.

Walking through the streets of Manhattan felt strange for Peter now. It was as if he walked through the uncanny valley because the city looked the same - until it didn't. He counted at least six damaged buildings during the walk to the thrift store, which were either burned or standing with giant holes in them. He saw tents in alleys and unkept sidewalks.

But there was also something else that made him feel uneasy.

Whether that something was the graffiti on the walls labeling Spider-Man as a murderer, the stickers on trash cans and lampposts with the image of Spider-Man behind bars or the newspaper stands selling headlines revealing Spider-Man’s identity, Peter didn’t know. Maybe it was everything combined.

Walking by your side, he could see those things bothered you as well.

You refused to look at the murderer graffiti and peeled off a prisoner sticker off a post as you waited to cross the street.

“What about this?” You held up a dark brown leather jacket for Peter to see, inside a rather small thrift-store.

Peter scrunched his nose. “I’m looking for something less indie biker and more indie skater” He spoke from behind a row of hanged pants.

You shook your head, rolled your eyes and kept looking for shirts and jackets. Peter would steal glances your way every few minutes as he browsed through a selection of black pants. You looked very focused and deep in thought and – pretty. You wore a lengthy black leather coat, with a pastel blue cardigan underneath. Flared black pants covered a good portion of your black boots, and the material flew around each time you took a step. Your bangs fell in your face as usual while the rest of your hair was pinned back.

You caught him staring at one point, and his ears turned bright red.

Eyebrows up, you held up two shirts for Peter to see, ignoring his flustered state. The corners of his mouth turned down, eyebrows raised slightly – he didn’t hate the shirts. You pointed to the changing room, and Peter followed your direction without questioning it.

A couple of minutes later, he walked out.

Your lips parted at his sight.

He grimaced, “Do I look weird?”

“No, no,” you took a few timid steps towards him. Even though you wore boots, he still towered over you.

He wore his own black converse and a pair of slightly baggy black pants. A navy long sleeved shirt hung loosely over his upper body and traces of a white t-shirt could be seen underneath, its collar peaking.

Your hands went up to fix his shirt, tugging slightly at the fabric on his shoulders. Peter watched you in silence, your faces inches away from each other. You avoided his eyes, despite him searching for your gaze. Then your hands slowly moved to his upper chest, brushing away unseen dust and insignificant creases in his shirt. “You look great.” You whispered only for him to hear.

You stepped back a moment later when you were satisfied with how both shirts looked.

Peter sighed in relief when your hands left his chest, afraid that if you kept them there one second longer, you could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"I still need to wash the clothes, though." You spoke, giving him another look-over and he shook his head.

"When we get back to your apartment tonight, I give you permission to do anything you want with my clothes." He spoke, not realizing his words caused the apples of your cheeks to turn rosy.

Peter couldn’t stop staring at the giant Public Enemy #1 picture plastered on a building. It had a boy on it, half his face smiling, the other half covered by the much too familiar Spider-Man mask. He immediately recognized the boy as an aged-up version of the kid on your lock screen.

Upon seeing that, Peter decided maybe this world wasn’t as cool as he originally thought.

“Peter, you coming?” Your voice called out from behind him.

Peter had been frozen looking at the billboard, forgetting to step away from your car, forgetting to follow you to the surprise you had for him.

He spun around quickly. “Yeah, coming!” He jogged until he reached your side again.

That’s when he finally looked at the building in front of him.

It was tall, typical for Manhattan. Massive windows covered its façade, reflecting the streets and buildings around it. Two massive, dark grey pillars held the front structure, as the entrance to the building was pushed further in. By said entrance, groups of men in suits hung out, smoking. Peter looked for a sigil, a symbol, a name plate which would indicate what the building was but couldn’t find anything. He walked slightly behind you, busy taking in the structure.

His world had this exact same building as well, but he was sure for him this building belonged to some publishing company.

The suited men nodded their heads in a salute when you passed by, then sent Peter questioning looks. The double doors slid open, letting you both pass through.

And then Peter found himself in a massive, open space hall.

You stood by a pillar, watching him grasp the interior.

Hands in his pockets, Peter strained his neck trying to look up at the tall ceiling, at the glass elevators going up and down with ease. There was no color on the inside – everything was either a deep or a light shade of grey. People in suits, holding briefcases or files walked past without sparing him a second glance.

“Peter Parker, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.” You spoke quietly, joining his side.

His eyes were glued to a holographic map of the Hub which showed every floor, hovering in the air. “This is S.H.I.E.L.D.?” He was aching to study the map but, as he did a quick spin to look at everything properly, his eyes landed on armed men in tactical gear stationed by the entrance doors.

And suddenly he remembered he was in a secret, super serious facility. “What are we doing here?” He asked you, voice above a whisper. In that moment he understood why you were so tough the night you met.

You shrugged. “Thought I’d give you a tour.” You spoke, beginning to walk to a front desk. The wall behind it displayed the large version of the emblem Peter had seen on your lanyard – a six feathered eagle. “We have a pretty sweet lab, you’ll love it.”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat because you remembered him telling you he was a science geek.

“Hi, can I get a visitor’s badge for my friend here?” You leaned over the tall, rounded front desk. A girl behind the computer glanced at Peter, who gave her a goofy smile and a short wave.

“Can I see your badge, first?” The receptionist’s tone was official. Bored. Uninterested.

“Sure.” You grabbed the lanyard and badge from your bag, giving them to her. Peter rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets. “Thank you, Agent Y/L/N.” The girl spoke after a short pause. “A day pass for him?” She spared Peter a quick, pointing look.

“Yeah.” You replied, placing the lanyard around your neck and the badge back into your purse.

“Name?”

Neither of you spoke, sharing a look instead.

“Tom.” Peter spoke quickly. “Tom, uh” He couldn’t think of a last name fast enough and you were about to jump in when he said “Peters. Tom Peters.” He replied with a satisfied nod.

You pursed your lips.

“Can I see an ID?”

Peter immediately thought of an escape route because he could already picture the special forces guys stationed by the entrance coming for him for identity theft. He mentally cursed for not taking his suit, but decided he could manage without it if he was fast enough.

“That won’t be necessary. I’m a level 6, I vouch for him.” You spoke calmly.

“I can’t make a pass without seeing an ID.”

“But you do have to listen to your superiors, and your superior is telling you Tom can get a pass. I can get Director Mackenzie to sign off on it, if you want.” Your voice was stern, never wavering. Peter’s made-up name rolled off your lips with ease, and Peter was struck by the realization that damn, you really were a secret, highly-trained agent.

“Here’s Mr. Peters’ pass.” The girl pushed a lanyard towards you with annoyance, a few minutes of silence later. You smiled, thanked her and walked towards the glass elevators, Peter hot on your trail. He didn’t want to admit it, but as he watched you boss someone around (for him), the fire within him grew stronger.

The glass doors opened after you scanned your lanyard, and the two of you entered the big elevator. When the doors closed you stepped closer to Peter, standing face to face. He slightly lowered himself upon noticing you planned on putting Tom Peters’ lanyard around his neck.

“Hope this didn’t cause trouble for you.” He whispered, despite nobody else being in the elevator.

“No way.” Your knuckles brushed against his chest as you gently placed the lanyard over his blouse. “Besides, I’m already in trouble.” You glanced up at him, doe-eyed.

Your hands played with his lanyard, the silk string being gently pulled. Peter felt the slight pressure on the back of his neck.

“Spider-Man?” Peter simply asked.

“The things I do for him.” Your tone was riddled with traces of humor, but it was as if both of you had forgotten about the existence of another Peter, another Spider-Man. Peter’s heartbeat increased again.

In that moment, he was the only Spider-Man you knew of.

The elevator doors dinged upon opening, and you didn’t look away from Peter – you wanted to see the look on his face when he noticed what was outside the glass doors.

When his eyes glanced up, his entire face changed. Surprise bloomed on his features with traces of risen eyebrows, slightly widened eyes, mouth agape. You smiled and hooked your arm around his, pulling him outside.

The walls around you were made out of heavy metal, parts of it displaying the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on a grand scale. Cold light illuminated planes everywhere Peter could look. Some were small aircrafts, made only for single pilots, others were larger battle crafts. But right in the center of the space stood the biggest plane Peter had ever seen.

He approached it with careful steps and parted, surprised lips.

“That’s the Zephyr.” You spoke from behind him.

“Holy shit.” Was all Peter could muster. “You been on this?” He asked, amazed. He’d never seen anything like this and he was sure not even the government on his world had planes like these.

“Yeah, back when I was a field agent.”

“You’re incredible.”

You just laughed.

Peter touched the jet with reluctance, sliding his fingers against the cold metal. He wondered if the thing had an invisibility cloaking system, like he'd seen in movies – this jet looked like the type to have something like that. You allowed him to look at anything he wanted, to touch and knock on every plane in that hangar. He even got chatting with a couple of mechanics there who showed him plane engines and explained how everything worked, and Peter absorbed every word.

You followed him aboard a Jump Ship at one point, watching him run over to the cockpit. He leaned over the instrument panel, his long fingers gliding over buttons in wonder. You leaned against the co-pilot’s chair.

“When I was little,” Peter spoke, glancing back at you for a moment. “I was obsessed with planes. And uncle Ben was a mechanic, so I hit the jackpot. He used to teach me about aircrafts and we’d make little,” he did a hand motion, separating his thumb from pointer, signaling a small length “little planes out of cardboard.”

You smiled.

Peter didn’t face you, and he nodded absentmindedly. “It’s crazy that I had an obsession with planes because turns out, my parents died in a plane crash.”

Your lips parted, eyebrows creased, head tilted. You suddenly felt horrible for bringing him to the Hangar. Peter puffed. “I’m so sorry, Peter.” He turned then, guided by the sound of your soft voice. A sad smile resided on his lips as he inched closed to you. It was an involuntary action, as he always sought comfort when upset. He hadn’t received that comfort in years, however, and he didn’t look for it either.

Not until now.

“It’s okay, it happened a long time ago – I’ve made peace with it.” And it was true, he had made peace with his tragedy. He, surprisingly to him, was able to navigate through the darkness caused by losing Ben and his parents.

And now he was starting to see through the darkness of Gwen’s loss as well.

***

By the time you reached the science floor, Peter was ecstatic.

He walked into the lab first and you were about to follow, when a man in a suit stopped you. You looked at him confused and recognized him as Dean, your department co-worker. “Y/N, you’re needed.” He spoke sternly. The doors to the lab closed. Peter hadn’t noticed your absence yet, being too enthralled by the lab equipment to be aware of anything else.

“It’s my day off.” You frowned.

“Yet you’re here.”

“I’m giving a tour to a friend.” You spoke, annoyed. Dean glanced at Peter, then behind you at something else. “Simmons is coming, tell her to entertain your friend for a while.” He nodded towards a scientist heading your way. Turning around, you spotted Jemma Simmons – your friend.

“Why am I needed so bad? There’s thousands of other agents – “

“It’s about Spider-Man.”

At his words, the words got caught in your throat. Your Peter swarmed your thoughts and your protective instincts kicked in. You gave Dean one simple nod. “I’ll be right there.”

Peter walked aimlessly around the lab, amazed. Not even Oscorp had the things S.H.I.E.L.D did and his first thought was that God, Gwen would’ve loved this. And then he sighed, expecting a much too familiar wave of guilt and sorrow to hit him. He expected his stomach to drop, his throat to ache, his eyes to burn.

But neither of that happened.

The pang of guilt was still there, yes, but the sorrow, the despair - those didn’t come.

His eyes immediately searched for you instead, thinking that maybe he should tell you about Gwen because the moment felt right and maybe, just maybe, you could make sense of his feelings.

But he couldn’t find you – and that’s when his stomach finally dropped.

He ran down a row of computers, turned the corner around a centrifuge, then finally spotted you outside of the lab. You were talking to another woman, and Peter slowed his pace walking up to you.

“Oh, there he is.” You smiled when Peter joined you. “Jemma, this is Tom – my friend.” You spoke. A slither of annoyance crawled up Peter’s neck, but he couldn’t tell why. “Tom, this is Jemma Simmons, brilliant scientist.” He hated how easy his fake name rolled off your tongue – he wanted you to speak out his name, proudly.

He shook Jemma’s hand.

“Jemma’s gonna show you around the lab for a bit.”

Peter turned to you so quick he could’ve gotten whiplash. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving.” He frowned, still annoyed.

You smiled. “Something came up, but it won’t take long.” You assured him. “You can come to me when you’re done.”

“I’ll come right now.”

“No, Tom.” You placed a hand on his bicep, and he felt himself relaxing slightly. “Check the lab out, who knows when you’ll get another chance. I’ll be right upstairs, okay? Come when you’re done.”

Peter nodded, reluctantly.

"Watch out for this one, he's a menace." You jokingly told Jemma.

And with a last reassuring squeeze of Peter's arm, you walked away. It felt strange for Peter to watch you go, to watch you disappear behind double metal doors. Last time he remembered feeling this way was years ago, when Gwen would disappear from his sight in the school’s hallways. It was as if a string of his heart was being pulled in the direction you had gone into.

“Are you guys together?” Jemma spoke, a British accent evident in her speech.

Peter tore his gaze away from the door, then looked at Jemma with slightly widened eyes, shaking his head. “No, we’re just friends.”

Jemma just smiled. “That’s exactly what Fitz and I used to say when people asked us that question – years later, we got married.” She chuckled then led Peter into the lab, who walked in after sparing another glance towards the door.

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Something was wrong, Peter could sense it.

Jemma had been showing him a piece of Space tech, when Peter felt the hair on his back standing up. The room around him blurred, his palms began sweating and he felt unable to breathe all of a sudden. He could see Jemma asking if he was alright, but he couldn’t hear her. A high-pitched noise rang through his ears as he asked where the offices were.

He took the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, skipping three steps at once as he climbed through floors.

And Peter didn’t know if air struggled to reach his lungs because of the effort, the spider sense or because he didn’t know if you were okay or not.

By the time Peter busted into the office, there was chaos.

People rushed around him – some in suits, some in tactical gear. A large screen covered the entirety of a wall, displaying a satellite view over a certain zone of Manhattan, with different colored dots surrounding a single area. A man stood in front of the map while other agents were on computers.

His eyes scanned through rows of bright screens until he finally spotted you, and his breath slowed.

You were sat on a black desk chair, knees brought up to your chest. Your hair was down and pushed behind your ears, which had comms in them. There were small creases on your forehead as your eyebrows dented in a frown. Your eyes were slightly squinted and you were talking – or arguing with someone.

But you were fine.

Peter leaned against your desk upon reaching you – and you were too busy watching the screen to notice that he looked absolutely frantic. He tried his best to seem calm, nonchalant but it didn’t work because his eyes were still slightly wider than normal, his teeth were clenched and his chest rose up and down quickly.

“I don’t know who he’s with, do I look like his keeper? All I know is that there are seven people inside that apartment and the DODC are about to go in guns blazing.” You spoke, tone rising rapidly.

A pause.

“What you need to do is stop them, slow them down at least – no, not for – Jesus, are you serious? We didn’t swear an oath to the US Government, Davis.”

Another pause, in which you looked at Peter finally, taking in his panicked state. He gave you a wave; you sat up straighter, legs going down. Silently, you asked what was wrong through a head motion and raised shoulders. You were quick to dismiss the agent on the other end of the call, taking the comms out of your ears before the call even dropped.

“What’s wrong?” You asked Peter.

He shrugged. “I don’t know, I just – “

“The spider sense?” You lowered your voice, rising from your chair to get closer to Peter.

He nodded, slowly. “Is something going on?” Anxiety still swam in his chest.

You glanced at the big screen on the wall. “I don’t know, Peter is inside and I,” you glanced around, then whispered only for Peter to hear “I think he’s with your villains.”

Peter’s back straightened and he turned his head to the screen. Seven red dots inside a building, about four yellow dots outside with one single green dot close-by and a multitude of blue ones which surrounded the area.

“And he’s getting arrested?” Peter didn’t take his eyes away from the screen. That couldn’t have been what he sensed.

“The DODC is gonna walk in on Peter and 5 supervillains, and it’s all gonna be live on the Daily Bugle.” You sighed with exasperation. “S.H.I.E.L.D. isn’t allowed to intervene, either.”

And right on cue, blasts were heard from the speakers across the room, making you flinch. Rapidly, you bent forward to see your screen, Peter joining you. Your shoulders touched as he leaned in closer to see the live feed on your computer. Rubble fell right in front of the camera, as the agent filming angled it up. Immediately, you saw Doctor Octavius by the side of the building, with Electro hovering in a blast of blue electricity. As more blasts came from inside, you gripped the mouse tighter.

And instantly, you and Peter looked at each other, sharing the same thought, the same idea. Your faces were mere inches from one another and in the light of your screen you could see tiny freckles mapping out on Peter’s skin.

“I’m gonna go help him.” Peter said, looking straight into your eyes.

“I have your suit.” You spoke, hushed. A grin broke on his features, and he looked at you with nothing but wonder in his eyes. You grabbed his arm and took rapid synced steps towards the nearest bathroom, ignoring the looks some Agents were giving you. Peter walked inside the bathroom, your purse in hand. You stood by the door to make sure nobody would walk in.

Your smartwatch vibrated a minute later and you were about to check it when Peter walked out of the bathroom, fully suited. It was the first time you saw his entire suit, mask on, no hoodie covering him.

It was a beautiful suit, different from your Peter’s. His eyes were bigger and you could see your own reflection into them. The web details were coated in silver instead of black, standing out more. The spider on his chest was also different – bigger, longer.

You couldn’t help but reach out to touch it, gently.

The shiny texture of it gave you the impression that you’d feel metal – or coldness upon the touch. Instead, your fingertips brushed against Peter’s chest muscles, and you pulled your hand back.

Peter grabbed your hand as it pulled away from him. “I’ll get Peter to your apartment.” His voice was now muffled by the mask, and you still felt a bit starstruck as you looked up at him.

“We’ll get him there together.” You spoke after finding your voice again.

Peter shook his head quickly.

You frowned.

“You’re staying here.” Peter ordered and you pulled your hand away from his, once again. Then, you jabbed him in the chest with your pointer finger.

“You’re dreaming if you think I’m gonna – “ You began, angrily.

“I’m not letting you come with me to the most dangerous place ever.” He argued further, his words falling on deaf ears.

“It’s not your decision!”

“Yes, it is!” His arms flailed around in frustration. “You’re staying here, safe. End of story.” He began backing away, towards a window and you followed. “I can’t fight five men and worry for you at the same time!” He exclaimed. His arms extended in front of him, trying to keep you away.

“I’m not–“ before you could finish, your hand was pinned to the nearest wall by dense web and you looked at it then at Peter in disbelief.

For a moment, Peter froze. His eyes stuck to the web, to your hand struggling against it and he was glad you couldn't see his sorrowful face because of the mask.

“Peter!” You screamed, anger in your tone. At he sound, Peter flinched, the present moment finally catching up to him again. And then he quickly threw another web over the last one, making sure your hand remained stuck on that wall for as long as possible.

"What the hell, Peter!?" Your throat hurt as you screamed, riddled with anger and annoyance.

“I’m sorry!” He shouted before rushing out the window, leaving you behind, feeling nothing but cold wind reaching you and web texture against your palm. You let out a loud, frustrated groan that echoed through the empty hallway, then you started pulling the web apart. Explosions could be heard coming from the speakers in the office, and you wanted to cry – not out of sadness, nor despair.

Out of anger.

Loud noises were still being heard by the time you freed yourself minutes later, and you burst into the office with force. “What’s going on?” You asked the nearest agent, who was just staring at the screen. The video being displayed was of a nearly collapsed building being approached by DODC officers in tactical gear. Ruble was everywhere, things were on fire. Your hands were shaking.

“We don’t know, just…lots of explosions, a lizard, a flying man … I don’t know.” The agent replied to you.

“Spider-Man. What about Spider-Man?”

“Haven’t seen him.”

The noise in the room faded, your mind numbed.

And then you ran. You ran out the office, down the tiled stairs, past the guards at the entrance and directly across the street to where you had parked your car.

You could hear cars honking as you crossed, you could feel the wind stinging your eyes. It was dark outside by then and small drizzles of rain fell against your skin. A pit of guilt formed into your stomach each time the sole of your feet hit the pavement – because when you asked about Spider-Man, it wasn’t the image of high school kid Peter Parker running through your brain.

It was skater boy Peter.

You were worried about someone you had met yesterday, over someone you’d known half your life and you felt guilty.

So, you ran with the image of kid Peter in your brain, praying and hoping that he was safe. Your lungs burned and it felt hard to breathe, but you didn’t stop running until your fingers pulled at your car’s door handle.

Your phone rang right as you were about to start the engine. MJ’s name lit up the screen, and you picked up with no hesitation.

“Y/N, is Peter with you?” MJ asked, worry evident in her tone.

“No.” You breathed out. “What’s going on? Where are you?” You asked in-between short, quick breaths.

“I’m with Ned at his grandmother’s house.” She spoke, quietly.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes tops.” You spoke, already pulling out of the parking lot with speed. Buildings and people zoomed past as you drove, not really paying attention to much. Rain fell against the windshield, frustrating you even more.

“Y/N,” MJ whispered “I think his aunt died.”

You’d never been struck by lightning in your life – you hadn’t even been shot with the I.C.E.R. gun. You’d been tased before, during training, during missions, but it never hurt that much.

Not the way it hurt when you heard MJ’s words.

And suddenly, the world went quiet.

You hit the brake at a stop light, and covered your mouth. Your stomach tensed as you bent forward, fighting a sob. Your vision blurred as your eyes started burning, and your chest felt heavy. The light turned green and you kept driving but it felt like you were floating instead.

When Tony died, Peter completely shut off. You spent countless nights holding the boy as he cried, your own tears melting into his hair. It was hard for him to make progress in his grief – and you understood him, having experienced loss yourself. But he did make progress and you were sure that happened thanks to May, who was, truly, a beacon of light in Peter’s life.

Tremendous pain made home into your soul at the thought of Peter having lost that beacon.

15 minutes later, you were standing in front of Ned’s lola’s house. Tears streamed down your face the whole drive there, and they didn’t stop as you knocked on the door. Ned opened the door swiftly, a hard look on his face – which softened upon recognizing you.

And as your eyes met, his face twisted in pain as tears sneaked into his eyes as well, and you knew. You just knew it was true. Ned stepped back, allowing you to enter and you were immediately embraced after walking in.

MJ held you tightly, her arms linking over your shoulders. You held her back, head burying into her neck, and the both of you cried. Your shoulders shook, she couldn’t stifle her sniffle. Although in different ways, both of you loved Peter deeply – so you felt his pain as if it was your own. And then you felt another pair of arms sneak past your waist as Ned joined the hug, unable to hold back his own tears. And so, the tears flowed even harder, a muffled sob escaping your lips. Your shoulder felt damp under MJ’s tears and your arms tightened around both kids.

When you pulled away, your face was still fighting back sobs.

MJ wiped her face with her sleeve, Ned with the back of his hands.

And then you turned, wanting to look away from the kids who were breaking your heart even more.

Other world Peter stood in the center of the dining room, his eyes glued on you. At the sight of your reddened nose and bloodshot eyes, he felt his heart drop. His lips were pursed, eyes glossy. You stared at him in disbelief.

And your face twisted in pain and within three long strides, you reached him. Your fingers curled into fists, hands hitting his chest. He didn’t stop you, instead allowing you to let out your pain and frustration onto him. Neither of your hits hurt him – what hurt was seeing the tears stream down your face with each hit.

It was such a difference in the way you looked and acted that morning, and how he was seeing you now.

“You didn’t let me come!” You cried. “You stopped me from helping Peter!” Your voice was strained, broken.

Peter finally grabbed your arms, gently. You tried to get out of his grip, failing in doing so. Ned and MJ stared in confusion at the scene but neither of them moved or said anything.

“It wouldn’t have made a difference.” Peter’s voice was soft, gentle.

You shook your head. “You don’t know that!”

“You would’ve died.”

Again, you disagreed even though the rational part of your mind knew he was right. You stopped struggling against him, allowing yourself to relax instead. “Did you help him?” Your voice became small, almost inaudible. But Peter caught your words.

“I got there too late – after Peter left, when everyone but the DODC was gone.” He lowered his head to get a better look at your face, to search for your gaze. You fought back more tears from falling and avoided Peter’s eyes, looking down instead. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, tugging slowly at your arm.

And you allowed him to guide you straight into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around you, one palm going up to cup the back of your head. Your arms slowly went around his torso, holding him as well. You leaned your head against his shoulder, smelling your own ginger scented shampoo on him. His chin rested on top of your head, and you felt your tears subsiding.

Your tensed muscles relaxed, your heart felt a little bit lighter.

And Ned stood by the entrance with his hands raised in confusion, watching the other Peter comforting you. “Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” He asked nobody in particular.

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meta-squash · 3 years ago

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2021 Reading Year In Review

I read 36 books this year, here’s the list:

-Against The Grain/A’ Rebours by Joris-Karl Huysmans -Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh -Maurice by E.M. Forster -Watership Down by Richard Adams -The Thief’s Journal by Jean Genet - The Ballad Of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde -Salome by Oscar Wilde -Brighton Rock by Graham Greene -The Passion Of New Eve by Angela Carter -A Void by Georges Perec -Eclogues by Virgil -A Diamond Guitar by Truman Capote -Books Of Albion by Peter Doherty -Art & Fear by David Bayles -Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke -From Albion To Shangri-La by Peter Doherty -Our Lady Of The Flowers by Jean Genet -Threepenny Memoir by Carl Barat -The Anxiety Of Influence by Harold Bloom -Close To The Knives by David Wojnarowicz -Adventures In The Skin Trade by Dylan Thomas -Miracle Of The Rose by Jean Genet -The Theatre And Its Double by Antonin Artaud -Skagboys by Irvine Welsh -The Blue Of Noon by Georges Bataille -Querelle by Jean Genet -The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett -Marshlands by Andre Gide -The Street Of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz -Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote -Ten Years In An Open-Necked Shirt by John Cooper Clarke -My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie -The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa -The Luckiest Guy Alive by John Cooper Clarke -The White Book by Jean Cocteau -The Balcony by Jean Genet

Most of what I read this year was written pre-1980, which wasn’t a conscious choice. Also, 11 out of the 36 was written originally in French, also not a conscious choice. I guess I just really love French literature.

Favorite book: Our Lady Of The Flowers by Jean Genet. It’s just so beautiful, and there’s so much contained within it. The fictional main story with fragments and sprinklings of Genet’s own past intertwined is very cool. Genet’s writing is fascinating to me, both his style/themes and his reasons for writing.

Least favorite book: The Passion Of New Eve by Angela Carter. I didn’t even finish it. I hated it about a quarter of the way in, but I kept going and read a little over half of it. But it started getting really, really TERFy and I just couldn’t even be bothered to hate-read it so I stopped.

Unexpected/surprising book: The Street Of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz. I picked it up purely because the title is referenced in a Babyshambles lyric. It ended up being really beautifully poetic and a fun and interesting read.

Most fun book to read: Books Of Albion by Peter Doherty (as well as his Shangri-La book, Typecast zine, and all the scanned diaries posted online). I have a fascination with the published diaries and journals and notebooks of artists/musicians/creators. Being able to see all the random doodles and layouts and thought processes and daily minutiae or emotional rambles of people I admire artistically is always really interesting to me. Plus, I then transcribed all of the journals, physical and online, to a PDF for people who couldn’t read Peter’s handwriting, which took just over a month and was extremely fun.

Most interesting/thought-provoking book: A tie between Skagboys by Irvine Welsh or Close To The Knives by David Wojnarowicz. I adore the Trainspotting series, and I always have a lot of thoughts about the nature of addiction, relationships, personalities, and self-awareness whenever I read any of the books in the series. This one in particular was a very interesting look at the younger versions of the Trainspotting characters, and also allowed for both third-person reflection on certain aspects, and more frank, self-aware reflections of the main characters about their friends. Close To The Knives was a nonfiction book, a series of essays or writings Wojnarowicz wrote about his life and about the AIDS epidemic and about politics and social justice and such. A lot of it was just really interesting criticisms of capitalism and work and such, as well as a lot of intense writings about the AIDS epidemic and the government’s incompetence in dealing with it. Much of it was talking about subjects I already knew about, but from a very personal and artistic angle. Wojnarowicz talks about the capitalist society as the “prefabricated world” where everything is pre-made and expected and inauthentic vs the authentic and natural and artistic self, which was a new and interesting way of looking at it all.

Other random thoughts, chronologically through the list: Reading Brideshead Revisited and Maurice back to back was really cool, since they have extremely similar themes and extremely similar plots, but Brideshead is so sad and Maurice was written specifically with a happy ending. I confess I still liked Brideshead better, mostly because of the poetry of the writing. I am so, so surprised it took me this long to read Watership Down. I loved it so much and the writing was incredible, no wonder it’s a classic. Brighton Rock was an absolute blast to read, I adored it, and you hate every single character but in a way that makes them fascinating and rather sad. The extremely skewed versions of catholicism and morality held by the main characters are so horrible and self-destructive and strange and yet so believable. (Also, it is frankly fascinating that this is the first book he wrote after converting to Catholicism that really deals with said religion because it certainly portrays it at an....interesting angle.)

A Void was really insane to read and I’m so impressed by the translator’s skills, since the whole book was written in French without using a single letter ‘E’ and the translator had to do the same putting it into English. Reading Threepenny Memoir after reading all of Peter Doherty's books was really interesting, since I was very surprised how few overlapping stories there were. It was interesting to see Carl's view of all the events between them, and how positively he tried to write about Peter despite his obvious anger/disappointment at the time, as well as stories about his own solo career stuff that didn't make the tabloid news the way Peter's did. Adventures In The Skin Trade was a posthumous collection of Dylan Thomas’ short stories. The title comes from a novel he was working on before he died, the fragment of which is included. The novel looked like it would have been very very cool, but tbh it was the best part of the collection, and the rest of the short stories were only all right.

Miracle Of The Rose was incredible, the entire bizarre spiritual/sexual plot and imaginary relationships with others compared to the real life relationships really fascinate me. I think I’m going to do a separate write-up on Jean Genet once I finish making my way through all of his works, because most of what I have to say about him and his writing takes up a lot more than a few sentences.

The Theatre And Its Double was absolutely bizarre. I love reading Artaud but also so much of what he writes makes almost no sense despite him clearly knowing exactly what he wants to be writing. The Maltese Falcon was a very fast read and I really enjoyed it. I had forgotten that I like old-school, hardboiled detective fiction more than I like modern-day mystery novels. Marshlands was Gide’s satirical novel mocking the writing of his contemporaries in the decadent, aesthetic, and symbolist movements. I’m really glad I read A’ Rebours first because there were a lot of sections that seemed to be specifically riffing on that novel. It really made me laugh, since I’ve read so many novels and pieces of poetry specific to the styles and periods Gide was satirizing. It was amazing seeing him write so mockingly in a style that a lot of others had written in in earnest. Breakfast At Tiffany’s was really good! Somehow I thought it was a longer story, but I really like Capote’s writing style and his ability to make interesting and almost immediately well-rounded characters is very cool.

Both of John Cooper Clarke’s books of poetry were great. It made me want to write more rhyming stuff. I do agree with his own statements that his writing is more interesting and much better to listen to than to read, though. I read My Lady Nicotine on a whim, since I bought a pretty antique loose tobacco tin with a quote from the book on the bottom. It’s a satire about smoking and quitting smoking, with a bunch of little short stories and silly anecdotes, and is just good fun, especially since the entire book is tinged with this hilarious nostalgia of “I’m writing this to say that smoking tobacco is bad for you and yet I regret quitting, but I’m still going to say it’s bad.”

The Memory Police was a suggestion from my coworker and I went in knowing nothing. It’s exactly the kind of book that I love, with an ending that is anything but final, and a weird magical realist style where the writing is very light and poetic to contrast with the dark and disturbing plot. The White Book is just a sort of personal anecdote published in the late 1920s about a man’s homosexual experiences that are all rather sad and tragic, but it emphasizes at the end that acceptance rather than tolerance is the only way for gay people to feel unhurt in the world. The Balcony was the only play I read this year and I’m excited to watch the film version that stars Peter Falk. It’s really strange and contains a lot of Genet’s usual themes framed in a plot and setting that is extremely from all of his novels.

I'm glad I got through 36 books this year. My original goal was 25, so I beat that! And last year I only read like 8 books, so it's a good step up. My goal for next year is mostly to work through the stuff I already have on my bookshelf. My main goal is to finish reading all of Jean Genet's works and to read a biography of him that I've heard is really good, called The Vision Of Jean Genet by Richard Coe. I think next year I may end up reading as much or perhaps even more French literature than I did this year, just by looking at what's on my shelves.

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This Modern $7.2 Million NYC Tribeca Loft

The light-filled Tribeca condo (there are 11 windows) has fresh design elements by Kevin Dumais.

It often takes living in a new home or condo for a bit to work out all the pros and cons of the pre-existing interior design. That’s what happened between a young couple and their loft at 155 Franklin: After a year there, they decided it was time for some renovations. They tasked Dumais Interior Design with reworking the 2,400-square-foot unit and making it feel more fresh. Now, they’ve listed the place for $7.2 million, so all of those updates could soon be yours.

The home is a true loft with an open floor plan, and it’s situated in Tribeca overlooking Leonard Street. The building itself dates back to 1882 and was originally a warehouse. Nowadays it’s better known as a favorite hideaway for celebrities: Taylor Swift owns multiple units here (she bought one from Lord of the Rings director Peter Jackson) and Orlando Bloom flipped a condo in the building a few years back.

Since the for-sale residence has such a large open space, one of the biggest challenges was sectioning it off into different “rooms.” Interior designer Kevin Dumais and his team brought in furniture and decor that was a mix of custom pieces and vintage finds. Since it’s in a historic building, they worked with some of the pre-existing elements rather than against them. “The exposed ceiling, the exposed beams, the columns and all that stuff hadn’t been touched or renovated over,” Dumais tells Robb Report. “So it was exciting, it felt like a true loft.”

The kitchen was one of the biggest updates. Dumais says the original was “difficult to maneuver,” so the team reworked the layout in order to make cooking and entertaining easier. The counters are Calacatta marble, the cabinets are all custom and feature walnut interiors and the appliances include a Subzero refrigerator, a Miele dishwasher, Viking range and a Wolf oven. Storage was another priority. Dumais added a walk-in pantry to the space as well as a double-sided bar that divides the room and functions as a hallway closet on one side and a wine fridge on the other.

There are three bedrooms and two bathrooms altogether, but the primary suite is opposite from the other two, so it feels suitably private. It includes a walk-in closet from California Closets as well as a bathroom with more Calacatta marble, a double vanity from Restoration Hardware and dual rain shower heads.

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koala-smiles · 5 years ago

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Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince (Chapter 1)

A Jily Au where Lily transfers from America in the Marauder’s Seventh Year

Read on AO3 James heard about her before he ever met her.

This is no surprise, of course. Rumors travel fast in any school, and Hogwarts was no exception. By his seventh year, James mostly ignored gossip, but there comes a point when even he couldn’t tune out the whispers.

“—all the way from America—”

“—fully corporeal Patronus—”

“—kicked out—”

“—fought off ten—”

“—twenty—”

“—fifty dementors—”

What he could gather after separating out the parts that sounded like exaggerations was that there was a girl transferring into Hogwarts from America. This in itself wasn’t too strange, Hogwarts had been home to Americans before, after all. The part that caused excitement was that she was much older than any transfer student anyone could remember, and she was supposed to arrive mid-October, rather than the usual September first.

Figuring this all out by the second week of September, he resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn’t actually know more until she arrived. Of course, this didn’t stop others from speculating and spreading more tales.

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By October 15, the rumors had grown to include that she could produce multiple Patronuses at once, fought off 100 dementors, became an animagus at 13, and had been kicked out of Ilvermorny for hexing a professor that had accidentally bumped into her in the hallway.

James was buttering his toast at breakfast and talking with Sirius about the possibility of making the Halloween feast have a surprise final course when the entire Great Hall turned silent. All eyes had turned to the entrance.

The first thing James noticed was red hair on black leather. The girl turned her head, looking at each person in the eyes as if daring anyone to question her presence in the hall. When she met his eyes, James quickly closed his mouth, which had been hanging open. She quirked an eyebrow, looking amused.

Remus was the first to move, standing and waving her over.

“Moony, what are you doing?” hissed Sirius.

“Dumbledore asked me to show her around.” Remus replied nonchalantly. James couldn’t take his eyes off her, noticing that she wore the usual school uniform, but with a leather jacket instead of robes.

Remus smiled and sat down as she got to the table.

“Remus Lupin, I assume?” she said, taking a seat.

“The one and only. This is James, Peter, and Sirius.” Remus pointed to each of them in turn. James gave what he hoped was a confident smile.

“The Marauders. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. I’ve heard of you.”

James had no idea about how she had heard of them. As much as he would like to believe that their pranks and other escapades had become famous and widely known, he knew that the possibility was unlikely. And, considering the looks of surprise that came from around the room when she entered, she definitely hadn’t been there long enough to hear someone mention them in passing. She truly was a mystery.

“And what might your name be?” Asked James, thankful that his voice never wavered. What was it about this girl that made him so nervous? He knew that the rumors couldn’t be true. His heart shouldn’t pound around her. And yet—

“Evans. Lily Evans. I’m new, if you couldn’t tell.” She smiled at the last part, knowing full well that there was no way he didn’t know.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Lily. Would you happen to be a seventh year?” James replied, gaining his confidence again.

“I am. I’m also told that I’m a Gryffindor, if that helps.”

“Finally, another Gryffindor with a sense of fashion,” Sirius said, noticing her jacket.

Lily smiled at him. “Leather is my first choice when flying. And when walking. Pretty much everywhere, actually.”

James perked up when he heard her mention flying. “Flying? On a broom? Would you happen to be interested in Quid—”

“Would you like us to take you to Gryffindor tower? We can figure out your schedule there,” cut in Remus, making James frown. He wanted to know if she was a fan of his favorite sport.

“Sounds good,” she replied, gesturing for Remus to lead the way.

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In the Gryffindor common room, they figured out that she shared all the same classes as Remus, and was put in a room with Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary. James offered to help her catch up in Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration, all of which she declined.

“I’m a fast learner. I think I’ll be fine. However, if you could help me figure out this crazy, confusing building layout, I would be very grateful.”

“I’m more suited for that task than you would expect,” he quickly agreed.

She raised an eyebrow at this. “If you say so.”

She turned and walked to the stairs, going up to her room. James mentally smacked himself. That sounded so arrogant. I really need to stop making myself look like a fool in front of her. He thought glumly.

“What do you know about her?” James asked Remus. Remus chuckled.

“As much as you do. If you want to learn more, why don’t you ask her?”

James rolled his eyes. “I will, but you can’t expect me to climb up into the girls dormitories, can you?”

Remus sat down with some homework. “No, but I suspect you’ll interrogate her as you show her around the castle.”

James’ face reddened, and he turned to grab his bag from their room. Once he got back to the common room, he found Lily waiting for him.

“Shall we?” she asked, motioning to the door. He put his strap around his shoulders, making sure that the map wasn’t peeking out of the bag.

“Right. On to Potions.”

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They arrived a couple of minutes early, and he offered her the seat next to him. She gave him a grateful smile, and pulled out her potions book before sitting down.

Slughorn approached them, looking nervous. He must have heard the rumor about her hexing a professor.

“You must be Miss Evans. Welcome to Advanced Potions. We’ve been moving at a rapid pace so far this semester, so if you need help, feel free to ask. If I’m busy, Mr. Snape behind you is the best in the class, so I’m sure he’ll be able to answer any questions.”

Lily gave him a strained smile. “Thank you, Professor, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.” She looked back down, and started taking notes in her new textbook.

Slughorn gave a small laugh, and then excused himself to start the class.

“Hello everyone, today we will be brewing Excresco, a potion used to make plants grow quickly. It can be found on page thirty-two. Each person must work alone. You may begin.”

James pulled out his cauldron and found the ingredients detailed in the book. He poured in his beetle eyes, and then took out his beetroot to start cutting. He heard Lily start humming an upbeat song next to him. He didn’t recognize it, so he turned and asked what it was.

“Eleanor Rigby. The Beatles?” She held up a couple beetle eyes.

He shook his head, confused.

“Ah, must not be very caught up on Muggle culture then.” She put the beetle eyes back on the table, and started squishing them with the flat of her blade. He had no idea why Muggles listened to music about beetles. He decided to ask Sirius about it later, knowing that he would have a better understanding of Muggle music.

Slughorn came up beside Lily and watched for a minute.

“Why are you mashing your ingredients? The instructions say to put them in whole.”

“The part of the beetle eyes that affects the potion is the juice inside. When you squish them, the juice can come out easier, causing the potion to have more potency.” She said, never pausing her squishing.

James heard scribbling behind him, and turned to see Snape writing notes on what Lily had said.

Slughorn looked at her beetle eyes again and turned, not wanting to be hexed for saying anything more. It seemed that everyone thought of her as someone not to be messed with. James looked down at her textbook, and saw that each of her notes had changed some part of the potion. She noticed him looking and smiled at him.

“Like I said, I don’t need help catching up in class.”

“I can see that. I’m happy just to show you how to navigate the castle.”

She smiled and poured her squashed beetle eyes into her cauldron. Suddenly remembering that he had a potion of his own, James went back to cutting up his beetroot. No one else commented on Lily’s unorthodox methods, but James kept hearing Snape writing notes.

At the end of the class, Slughorn passed out small seeds to test the potions on. Most people had small bushes, and a couple people had buds on their branches. Snape looked smug that his bush was the biggest that had sprouted, and that his buds had started to bloom. Everyone watched in anticipation as Lily took the plug out of her vial. It seemed like an eternity before Lily got a tiny drop of potion to put onto her seed.

The class watched in awe as huge bush grew in front of her, and gasped when they saw large flowers go into full bloom. Lily smiled, and plucked a flower to put behind her ear.

“Beautiful.” James whispered, gazing at Lily. He turned bright red when he saw that she had heard. “The, er, bush. The bush is beautiful.” She smirked, raising an eyebrow at his hasty clarification.

“I think we might have a new top of the class!” Slughorn said, unable to take his eyes away from the bush, “I’ve never seen an Excrestco potion this powerful.”

James heard Snape grumble behind his, obviously not too pleased about losing his spot.

In all of this, neither Lily or James had taken their attention off of the other.

“Lunch?” Lily asked, standing and collecting her things.

“Sounds good.” replied James, mirroring her actions.

They walked out of the classroom together, leaving their classmates and professor to marvel at the plant.

#jily #jily fanfiction #jily fic #James Potter #Lily Evans #fanfiction #fanfic #Marauders #marauders era #hp marauders #Harry Potter #Transfer AU #Lily Evans is a badass #Based on a Taylor Swift Song

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taww · 5 years ago

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Review: Wells Audio Commander Preamplifier & Innamorata II Amplifier

With everyone and their extended families wanting to be audio reviewers, we have been inundated with volumes of positive commentary. As a reviewer, you are dependent upon manufacturers to provide you with equipment to audition and write about. If a writer wants to be around after that initial written review, the pressure is great to submit something popular to the publisher, specifically, coverage that will keep the review sample spigot flowing. After all, what manufacturer seeking to gain a foothold in the industry is going to send their precious product to someone they think may disseminate component coverage less than favorable about them? That’s a question I need not answer on your behalf…

The days of writers like Pearson, Holt and Aczel are, unfortunately, gone. And while I may long to once again profit from their pearls of audio wisdom, only their memories exist. From my first published review in January of 1989, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wondered how Harry would describe a particular sonic quality, how Gordon might compare one component to another or in what manner, like Peter, I may employ my use of words so efficiently as say what others could not, but in half the space. What those great writers of the past had, which we see none of today, was the self-assuredness not to fear penning the critical review…after all, they were known as critics.

Wells Audio

Jeff Wells is a kindly gentleman that has been in the business of audio retailing for better than 16 years. Not a classically trained electrical engineer, Jeff has obviously picked up considerably knowledge during his years in the trade, either directly, or by osmosis. He also knows where to go for good advice as he has chosen Scott Franklin as a mentor. Scott is considered a bit of a tube guru, having credited to his name any number of well known and respected tube designs. I expect that the basic tube circuits in the Commander have the Franklin touch, with Jeff choosing the parts list and the overall appearance of the preamp and amp. One thing is for sure, you are not going to mistake the Wells Audio gear for anything else made today, or yesterday for that matter. Warranty for both products is three years, including parts and labor.

Commander Preamplifier (USD $3,999)

The first thing one observes when seeing the Commander for the first time is the large round viewing window smack dab in the middle of the face plate. Behind it is what many call “a magic eye” vacuum tube. It glows green and changes with the adjustment of the volume control (which I did via remote). I could not discern what value the magic eye might be of, but it looked pretty enough.

The young ones, persons not old enough to remember the turn of the century, call it “steampunk.” That’s exactly how I viewed the appearance and operation of the Commander preamp. At a time when smooth operation and silky feel to controls are the key descriptive terms being used with todays’ high-end audio electronics, along comes the Wells Commander preamp that seems to have no end to its unique appearance and odd noises that emanate from it. With every change of volume comes a “clickity” sound that I’ve never heard before as part of a high-end component. Initially I thought that I might have broken it, but everything seemed to continue working, so I didn’t worry about it. Furthermore, @miy-taww assured me that some units simply work that way. (Yup, this is the sound of an attenuator based on conventional mechanical relays. The exact nature of the clicking depends on how the control logic is implemented. @miy-taww)

As far as I know, the acrylic exterior of the Commander is a first. The black reflective surface shines like a polished black mirror, making picture taking a real task. I like the fact that acrylic resonates much less than the standard metal exterior plates found with most amps and preamps. On the other hand, acrylic affords the component no effective RFI/EMI shielding.

Commander Pros: Setting the preamp up was cake, basically plug and play…the remote even came with batteries in it. Another positive was the ability to use a set of balanced inputs in addition to the standard RCA inputs. The unit also had balanced output jacks, coming in handy for use with my balanced Pass XA30.5 power amplifier.

The Commander is a solid imager with good depth of image, all placed upon a wide and panoramic stage. Tone quality, especially in the mids, is true and natural. And while this is a preamp utilizing tubes, tubes it does not sound like. The softish, melodramatic approach promoted by some tube products is completely missing here, as the Commander, instead of being soft, has an ability to capture, as well as anything I’ve heard, the transient speed of a plucked steel stringed guitar. This leading edge quality is also apparent in percussive strikes and snare hits, yes it can be an exciting experience listening with this preamp. Listening to rock and roll as well as jazz, on more than one occasion the transient speed of this unit compelled me to query if perhaps Wells alone had gotten this aspect to reproduction correct.

Lastly, when one looks under the hood of the Commander, and then considers the price of it, in light of the unconventional use of parts and construction layout, the obvious question becomes, “How did they do this for the price charged?”

Commander Cons: I enjoy using remote volume controls, however, this unit’s clunky nature and lack of responsiveness was a turn off to me. Sometimes, when moving the volume up, the actual output would first go down and them up.

Musically, the frequency extremes were rather odd and not wholly to my liking. These two things, I think, are related: The speed and attack heard in the midrange also resulted in an upper octave that was in many cases more forward than I am attracted to while striking me as grainy. I described the highs with the Commander to one friend as “crunchy.” The bass, it seemed to me, was similarly flawed, but in different ways. Listening to recordings with a healthy amount of bass in them, it was all there, i.e., I felt that I could hear all of the bottom three octaves frequency wise. At the same time, however, the bass lacked deep down energy.

Initially, I wondered if my choice of power cords was pushing the preamp in the directions just described. I tried cords from Audience, JPS, DH Labs and Twirling Gerbil. Though I heard changes in the performance, none of those cords locked in with the Commander. Finally, I went with the factory supplied cord, which performed as well as any of the above; forming the basis for the comments here and above.

Lastly, while I had great success using the balanced jacks on the back of the preamp, the standard RCAs didn’t always work consistently. This needs to be looked into by Jeff and in my opinion, simplified internally. The some days the jacks would work, some days, not, drove me crazy.

Conclusion. In my opinion, the Commander preamplifier from Wells Audio is not a finished product, bugs need to be addressed. The potential to be a stunning performer is all there, particularly when the Scott Franklin influence is considered. I consider it a diamond in the rough. I look forward to observing the progress Wells Audio makes with this product. Presently, I cannot recommend it.

Innamorata II Power amplifier (USD $7,000)

Taking the same visual cues as the Commander preamplifier, the Innamorata II is a large, heavy power amp. Rated at 150 wpc into 8 Ohms, the amp is said to put out 210 wpc into 4 Ohms. The amp is a beautiful gloss black, with a single round meter located dead center on the faceplate. Centering the meter is a large gold bezel that you will love or hate, all depending on your fashion sense. Jeff told me of his plans to make the amps’ exterior parts completely out of acrylic materials, everything save the heatsinks. I think Wells may be on to something here as fabricating may be less expensive that way, the product will weight less and the appearance can be pretty stunning in any color you desire. Finally, even though the sibling preamplifier has balanced outputs, the power amplifier cannot accommodate balanced connectors (which struck me as odd).

Innamorata Pros: Lots of power delivered effortlessly. Power cords were not an issue with the amp. Regardless of what I used, this amp forged a straight line forward sounding good under all conditions. I ended up using the Twirling Gerbil amp cord, the combo performing in a positive manner that was in every instance musical.

What I generally like about a well designed solid state power amp is its unflappable performance with a variety of loudspeaker loads. And so I can report that I listened to this amp with a variety of speaker loads, all the way from 4 Ohms, to a small monitor with a wandering load of 8 to 16 Ohms. As you know, all speakers present an amp with a variety of impedances depending on frequency. With many speakers, things can get a little hairy at resonance, the Innamorata stayed tight and fast in the bass, while never sounding washed out. Pace and bloom were actually strong parts of this design. You know an amp has something going for it when during listening sessions you keep asking yourself. “What’s it going to do with this album? I’ve got to hear it with this other album.” This amp had me anticipating what new positive twist it might put on a recording heard many, many times before.

Another positive aspect of this amps’ performance was the natural and organic way it handled vocals. Voices at the front of the stage did not jump forward; instead they sounded real, and usually within an aura of natural ambiance. Backup as well as background vocals were similarly tangible and pleasant to listen to.

Innamorata Cons: My biggest complaint with amp is the fact that it quit working after the first listening session. I had been listening to it in one system and enjoyed the results obtained. I then wanted to insert the Wells amp in a second system. I have a tall four wheeled cart that allows me to pick up the amp, put it on the cart and then wheel it off without having to bend over. I moved the amp one day to see how it would perform in a new listening environment. When I sat it down in the new system the right channel refused to come up. I sent it back to Jeff. He told me that an internal cable had come loose and he merely had to put it right and all was well. Solder the connection and the problem does not arise.

Musically, there’s not a lot to complain about. For more money there are better sounding solid state power amps. I take that position not because the Wells does much wrong, but because some amps are simply exceptional in one regard or another. Those exceptional amps may have slightly more air then the Wells, or a little more bloom upon the stage, but for the money, this is a good amplifier, though not in the same sonic class as the Pass XA30.5 that I compared it to.

Conclusion. I enjoyed using this power amplifier. A no-surprise design, it is quiet when you turn it on, and when you turn it off there are no driver threatening burps or releases of DC. In other words, don’t worry if the power is, for any reason, discontinued. It does concern me that the right channel went down during my auditioning period. A consumer electronics device that retails for $7,000.00 has an obligation to operate in a worry free manner. Audio components are meant to be enjoyed, as they are necessary to the playback of music in the home. A power amplifier situated in the home of an audiophile is not a tool in the manner of a tone generator or scope, it is something more, very much more. And, as the price of a component increases, the obligation of a manufacturer to produce a glitch free product increases in a linear fashion. That said, no one is perfect, making mistakes is human, and the error which lead to the failure of the right channel in this case was nothing other than a contact coming apart – nothing blew, no sparks, no fried resistors, and I have no doubt that that Jeff Wells remedied the situation so as to never have this happen again.

I, therefore, must conclude that when a person lays down their hard earned dollars for a new Innamorata II, he or she will have an amplifier well worth the outlay, and one capable of bringing home the heart and soul of the music in a way that will bring years and years of musical satisfaction and pride. A power amplifier done well.

#review #amplifier #preamplifier #tube #solid state #wells audio

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primatechnosynthpop · 6 years ago

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A Rose Shall Bloom (And Then Shall Fade)- part 8

It was all well and good for Claire to tell herself she wasn’t going to spiral back into depression, but it was easier said than done. Truth be told, despite all her years of experience, the right balance between bottling up her feeling and falling into despair still eluded her. When Tracy finally passed away, Claire attended her funeral because it was held relatively close to where she lived. She felt kind of bad about the fact that she wasn’t able to attend all her friends’ funerals, since many of them had lived far away from her, but being there was in many ways just as bad as not being able to be there. It always forced her to fully acknowledge the loss of life. No matter how long and full and content that life had been, it was still a person who wasn’t there anymore.

Micah made a nice speech at the service about how, although Tracy hadn’t been his mom, she had still been important to him. After the service, while the attendees were milling about and reminiscing, Claire approached Micah to compliment him on the delivery of his speech. She tried not to look at the gray creeping into his frizzy hair. Claire would never get used to seeing people who were younger than her looking so much older than she did. He offered her a glass of wine, and although alcohol didn’t effect her, she took the glass anyway. She had fallen into a habit at this point after decades of drinking out of pure social expectation, and she saw no reason to stop now. It was bitter and rather unpleasant in taste, but Claire was growing accustomed to it at this point.

“She owed a lot to you, you know,” Micah said. “You and your dad. You guys really helped turn her life around.”

Claire wasn’t sure whether the dad he was referring to was Noah or Nathan–what he said could have applied to both of them. She supposed it didn’t really matter, since it was true either way. She nodded and took a sip of wine, resisting the urge to screw up her face at the tangy flavour.

“My dad definitely helped,” she agreed. “But ultimately, I think it’s up to people to redeem themselves. Outside influence can only take you so far. Anyway,” she added hastily when the corners of Micah’s mouth quirked into a frown, “I’m glad she had such a good life.”

“How are you doing these days, by the way?” Micah asked. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Yeah, it’s, ah, been a while since the last time our whole gang had a get-together,” she sighed. “But I’ve been doing pretty good, and you?”

She didn’t mention any specifics of her life–such as the fact that business at the restaurant was dwindling again, or that Peter was considering moving into an old folks’ home, or that Gretchen’s sight and hearing were getting progressively worse. Micah was just asking out of courtesy, and even if he did genuinely care about Claire’s life, she didn’t want to make him more depressed. He was already at his aunt’s funeral; the last thing the poor kid (no, he was over sixty now, she reminded herself with a slight wince) needed was to hear about how miserable things were in Claire’s corner.

“Thing are about the same as always,” he said with a shrug. “I’d like to retire soon, but I don’t know if I can afford to stop working yet.”

“Are you still working at the electronics store?”

“Yup. You still a waitress?”

“I run the restaurant now, actually.”

“Ohh.” Micah raised his eyebrows, chuckling. “We really haven’t talked much in a while.”

“Yeah,” Claire said, setting her wine glass down and stuffing her hands in her pockets. “I guess we haven’t.”

A few months went by. Peter moved out of the house he and Emma had lived in for almost forty years and into a nursing home. It looked eerily similar to the one Noah had ended up in–much of the layout was identical, and the walls were painted the same shade of light yellow that managed to be both cheerful and subdued. It was a completely different building, of course, in a completely different city, but Claire always got a pang of nostalgia when she went to visit her uncle there.

Not long after, Natalie announced that she was pregnant. This took Claire a bit by surprise, since Natalie was rather old to be having a child; she hoped there wouldn’t be any complications.

“You know, I always wish we had adopted a child,” Gretchen mused when Claire told her the news. “I mean, I get why you didn’t want to, but… you would’ve made a great mom.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Claire replied.

She had been thinking, lately, about the prospect of having kids one day. Whether she liked it or not, she had all of eternity ahead of her. Eventually, she would almost certainly take on another romantic partner–probably quite a few, over the centuries. Having children wasn’t completely out of the question for her in the future. It would hurt like hell, of course, to see that child grow up and eventually grow old while she remained the same as always, but if that ever-present anxiety wasn’t reason for Claire not to get close to people, then logically it shouldn’t have prevented her from having kids either. Still, even if that did happen, it wouldn’t be until quite a ways into the future (Claire thought this as if she hadn’t already lived through so many vaguely distant futures becoming the present).

Thankfully, Natalie had her child without complications. It was a boy, who they named Julian after Victor’s grandfather. Natalie sent Claire some photos of the baby, and sure enough, the photos were pretty adorable. For a while, everything went pretty smoothly in that corner, or at least as smoothly as raising a child could be expected to go. Then, just over one year after Julian was born, Natalie called Claire up in the middle of the night.

“Something is happening to Julian,” she said, speaking so quickly that Claire could hardly parse what she was saying. “He was sniffling a little earlier today, so I took his temperature, and… well, he hates getting his temperature taken, so he started crying, and the reading on the thermometer started… started just glitching out. When I put my hand on his forehead, it was like… it was scalding! I don’t, I don’t even know what’s going on… I couldn’t even pick him up to cuddle him–I burned my hands on his skin!–so I couldn’t get him to stop crying… Victor finally put on some calming music and got Julian to sleep, but there’s still just this, this insane heat radiating off him… what should I do?!”

“Woah, woah, okay.” Claire pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to process everything her cousin was saying. “Julian must have a power! Like, super-heat or something. It makes sense, right?”

“I don’t have a power, though,” Natalie said.

“The gene must have skipped a generation with you, then,” said Claire. “I don’t know, I’m not a geneticist, ask…” she trailed off when she remembered that Natalie couldn’t ask Mohinder, because he wasn’t alive anymore. “Um, why don’t you ask Peter?”

“I called the nursing home and they said Dad is asleep, and I didn’t want to wake him,” Natalie explained. “I know you have powers–I mean, uh, obviously–so I just thought, I don’t know, you might be able to help?”

Claire grimaced, feeling a pang of sympathy for her cousin. She wished she knew how to help, but she honestly had no idea how to best handle such a situation. However, she could think of another person who just might be able to help.

“Hang on for a moment, Natalie,” Claire said. “I’m going to make another call.”

When it came to people whose powers had manifested at a very young age, Claire was only familiar with one: Matt Parkman Jr. Only problem was, she didn’t have his number saved to her contacts (although she’d had his father’s number saved, she and Matt Jr had never really hit it off). However, she did have all her employees’ phone numbers, and that included one MacKenzie Parkman.

The phone only rang once before MacKenzie picked it up. Claire figured this must have meant MacKenzie was still awake, and quite possibly scrolling through social media. She considered scolding the young woman about this, since it was past midnight on a work night, but Claire would have been lying if she said she wasn’t guilty of that same action on many occasions.

“Y'ello?” MacKenzie mumbled sleepily. Then, as if she had just realized who was making the call: “Boss, you ain’t calling to tell me I’m fired, are you?”

“Oh, no,” Claire assured her. While not her best worker by any stretch, MacKenzie was still a good kid (adult now) and Claire wasn’t the type of boss to just lay people off without good reason. “I’m actually calling about your dad… about his parents, technically, but since they’re not around anymore–”

“Oh, actually, grandma Janice is still alive,” MacKenzie said. “Do you want to talk to her?”

“Um, if you could give me her number, sure.”

A few minutes later, Claire was on the phone with Janice Parkman. Not wanting to stop and explain her entire situation, she simply introduced herself as a friend of MacKenzie’s.

“Now, Ma'am, your son’s powers manifested when he was just a baby, right?”

“That’s right, dearie,” said Janice. “Not that I had any clue what was going on. Why do you ask?”

“Well, my cousin has a baby,” Claire said–she might as well tell the truth about that part, at least– “and that baby has powers that just manifested. So I was wondering if you had any tips as to how to, er, deal with that.”

“Afraid not,” Janice told her. “Parenting is different for everyone, you know. With Mattie, I barely had any idea what I was doing half the time, even before I knew he had powers. That’s just what parenthood is like, especially the first time around. I’m sure your cousin will be able to work things out in time.”

Claire wasn’t completely sold on that, but she thanked Janice anyway and passed the advice, such as it was, to Natalie. She wished she had better advice to give than “just do your best and hope it works out okay”, but for the more unpredictable aspects of life, she supposed it was the best advice one could get. And, sure enough, Natalie grew more confident in her parenting skills as time went on. Once when Claire was visiting her, she saw Natalie pick Julian up with a pair of oven mitts. It was unconventional, certainly, but the Petrellis had always been an unconventional family. It was honestly really comforting to see Natalie, despite not having any powers herself, carrying on that tradition.

Claire was staying late at work one evening, wiping down some tables so her employees could go home early, when she heard a familiar sound, somewhere between a woosh and a flash, behind her. It was a sound she hadn’t heard in quite a while. She flinched when she heard it, clenching the wet rag she held and squeezing a couple drops of water onto the table she was cleaning. When she turned around, Hiro was standing there, hunched over the old wooden cane he used to get around nowadays. Claire was surprised to see that he was smiling. Of course, there had been a time when it had been rare to see Hiro not smiling, but that had been a long time ago. He certainly hadn’t smiled in Claire’s direction since… well. Not for a long time, that was for sure.

“Hello, cheerleader,” he greeted her, a faint twinkle in his eye. He donned an old-fashioned pair of reading glasses on a chain around his neck; Claire wondered what time period they, along with his cane, were from. “It’s been a long time.”

“That’s just what I was thinking,” said Claire, for lack of knowing what else to say. If he was here, and smiling at her, he couldn’t have been angry, right? And yet, he still had every right to be angry at her for what she had, albeit indirectly, taken from him.

Hiro blinked slowly, like an old cat sitting on a windowsill. “I know I don’t have very much time left, so to speak,” he said. “I’d like to spend the end of my life… elsewhere.” He nodded toward the clock on the restaurant wall. “Before I leave, though… I just wanted to tell you, I don’t blame you.”

Claire swallowed hard, a lump rising in her throat. “You mean it?”

Hiro nodded. Taking a shaky step forward, he laid a hand on her arm.

“I never–” he broke off, biting his lip. “I don’t blame you for what happened, not anymore. I don’t think Kimiko blames you, either.”

“…What about Satoshi?” she asked quietly. “I mean, take it from me–it isn’t easy to forgive someone responsible for your parent’s death.”

Hiro was quiet for a moment. He gazed out the window at the traffic passing by in a blur. The current models of cars were much sleeker than the ones of the past; the one Claire drove now barely looked like what she would have once considered a car. However, the occasional passionate collector out there still took pride in showing off their vintage 2006 Versa.

It was easy for Claire to get caught up in her thoughts while looking out the window–she had a lot to reflect on, after all. When she finally snapped back to attention, Hiro was gone. Maybe he hadn’t known the answer to Claire’s question, or maybe he had known and it hadn’t been the answer she would have wanted. Either way, she supposed she would probably never see him again. Another of her friends gone–but now she knew that there were no hard feelings between them. That was a significant weight off her chest, at least. Standing by herself in the empty restaurant, Claire let out a long sigh and went back to wiping down tables.

A couple years after Peter moved into the nursing home, his health began deteriorating, and his mind along with it. Claire made sure to visit him as often as she could. Sometimes he remained in bed during these visits, but other times he got up and moved about a little. Once, as they were sitting across from each other in chairs which were surprisingly comfortable despite their metal frames, he stared at her with a tinge of confusion in his eyes. When she asked him what was wrong, he blinked at her and asked, “Where’s Nathan?”

Instantly, Claire’s heart seized up. What was he talking about? He knew Nathan had been dead for… how long had it been now, fifty years? Peter’s memory had been fine up until now–why would this happen now?

“Nathan isn’t here, Peter,” she told him, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. “He… Peter, you know he hasn’t been around for a long time.”

Peter flinched, then shook his head like he was clearing a mental etch-a-sketch. “…Of course,” he muttered, brushing a lock of scraggly gray hair out of his eye. “Silly me. Now, what were we talking about?”

“I…” Claire gulped. “I guess we were just talking about the weather.”

“Oh, yes,” Peter said, his shoulders slumping down as he relaxed into his chair. “It’s been so cold and rainy lately… not so good for these old bones, eh?”

“Yeah,” Claire echoed flatly. “Old bones.”

This couldn’t happen, not again. It had broken her heart so much when Sandra had begun to lose her memory. She wasn’t strong enough to go through it all again, not now. Not with Peter. Apart from Gretchen and Lyle (who barely came around anymore, and rarely even answered her calls when she tried to keep in touch) Peter was all she had left. She needed him, and although she’d known for a long time that she wouldn’t have him forever, losing him like this, to a slowly deteriorating memory, would be too much for her to bear.

“Peter, take my power,” she told him, tightening her grip on his hand. “I know you don’t want to live forever. Neither do I, Peter, I just… I need you to take it, okay?”

She expected him to resist, to shake his head, to calmly explain why he couldn’t do that. Instead, he smiled vacantly and nodded.

“Of course, Claire,” he said. “Anything for you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his eyes, which had grown clouded with age, were as bright and clear as they’d been decades ago. A shaky breath spilled out of Claire’s mouth, and she wiped tears from her eyes that she hadn’t even realized had been there. Peter smiled–not a vacant smile this time, but one that spread throughout his face and lit up the room. Then he glanced down at Claire’s hand, still clamped tightly around his own, and his mouth quirked into a frown.

“This… this can’t be forever, alright?” he murmured. “I’ll keep your power for as long as you need me to, Claire, but it can’t be forever.”

Claire nodded, keeping the smile on her face even though tears still pricked at her eyes. “Just until…” She swallowed hard. “Just until I’m ready.”

That was, of course, a lie. She would never, ever be ready to lose Peter. She hadn’t been ready to lose anyone. She didn’t think it was possible to be ready for that. At least with Peter, though, she got a bit of extra time. That was something, right? But however much extra time it was, it would never be enough.

For the next few years, Peter remained in good health. Julian grew fast, as children often did, and every time Natalie and Victor sent Claire a new photo of him she was shocked by how big he was getting. Her work life continued on without much conflict or change, providing a refreshing counterbalance to how fast other aspects of life moved. A few of her best workers retired, and she hired some new people to replace them, but other than that nothing of note happened regarding the restaurant.

Lyle dropped by to visit a couple times, which was nice even though he never stayed long. He’d settled down in a small town near the California border; Claire asked him if she could visit him there sometime and he replied that he’d rather she didn’t. She had half a mind to ask him if he’d move to Costa Verde so he wouldn’t have to drive across the state to visit her, but moving house was such an ordeal, and it would be a lot to ask of him, especially at his age. Once, he and Claire drove across town to the cemetery to visit their parents’ graves. As they stood next to each other in a moment of uncomfortably silent contemplation, Claire cleared her throat and tried to come up with something to say.

“It… it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“What, since Mom and Dad died?” Lyle but his lip, brow furrowing. “Yeah, what’s it been... thirty, forty years?”

“I guess so,” Claire mumbled. “Time really does fly, doesn’t it?”

“Well, for most of us,” he said with a sideways glance at Claire. “Not for you. Shit, Claire, you still look like a college student, you can’t go complaining about the passage of time!”

Claire clenched her jaw, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, look at you,” he continued, taking a cigarette pack out of his pocket and lighting one up. “You’re coming up on eighty and you’ve got no gray hairs, no wrinkles, perfect eyesight and hearing, no arthritis, nothing! You’ve got nothing to complain about!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Claire demanded. “I may not be aging, but I have to watch everybody else grow old and die around me–including you! That’s not lucky, Lyle, that’s… that’s…” She broke off as her voice wavered and tears welled up in her eyes. “Damn it, I don’t want to fight you about this. Just trust me, it’s not lucky, okay?”

Lyle fixed her with a cold stare as he took a drag of his cigarette. Claire hated to think about the state his lungs must have been in by now. It was a miracle he was even still alive. Regardless of his smoking habit, though, he probably wouldn’t be alive for too much longer. Why he would resent Claire for that fact, though, was beyond her. She was fairly certain he was still at least somewhat religious. Wouldn’t he want to be able to see Noah and Sandra in the afterlife? She knew she did–or would–if such a thing existed.

“Whatever,” Lyle muttered after a minute. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled away, leaving Claire standing alone among the gravestones.

A few days later, Claire got a call from a frantic-sounding Natalie. At first Claire thought it was something to do with Julian again (he was nearly five now, and apparently still quite a handful for his parents). However, Claire quickly realized that this was not the case.

“H-he was fine at first,” Natalie sobbed. “Then Jules hugges him, and suddenly he started coughing, and… and it was like all of a sudden, he’d forgotten where he was! I don’t understand–Dad’s been so healthy these past few years, I don’t know what happened!”

Claire sucked in a breath. She knew exactly what had happened, of course, but she didn’t think her cousin would be too happy if she told her.

“How is he?” she asked, holding herself back from jumping to the worst possible conclusion.

“The nurse said he’s likely not going to come out of it… oh, god, Claire, I just don’t get it!” Natalie said again. “His eyes, they just… just clouded up, and he fell back into his bed… I don’t know why–”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Claire assured her even though it was blatantly untrue. “Just take a few breaths, try to calm down. How bad is he?”

“I… it’s bad, Claire,” she whimpered. “You should probably come up to see him soon–while you still can.”

Natalie didn’t have to tell her twice. After ending the call, Claire grabbed her keys off the counter and her coat of the hanger. Just as she was about to head out the door, though, she stopped and looked over her shoulder to the living room. Gretchen was asleep on the sofa (she’d fallen asleep while reading, which seemed to happen more and more often nowadays) and Claire didn’t want to wake her, but she knew Gretchen would be worried if she woke up to find Claire gone without explanation. Claire grabbed a post-it note off the kitchen counter and scribbled down a note that read:

“Going to NY to visit Peter. Be back soon. Love you, Gretch.

She taped the note to the refrigerator and bent down to kiss her sleeping wife on the forehead before heading out the door.

Claire got to New York by midday. As she pulled up in front of the nursing home and hopped out of the car, she saw Victor’s truck parked nearby–he and Natalie must have been there as well. Sure enough, they were there visiting with Peter when she walked in (Julian wasn’t with them; they must have left him with a babysitter). Peter was lying in bed, eyes closed. There was a beeping machine next to him that he was hooked up to, and a nurse hovering nearby monitoring the readings. Somebody else was in the room as well–somebody Claire had gone out of her way to avoid seeing for a long time. He looked up at her when she walked in the room, and as they locked eyes, a cautious smile spread over his face and he gave her a sort of half-wave.

“Hello, Claire,” Sylar said amicably.

Claire immediately tensed up. She knew that Sylar was no longer the man she knew him as; she knew he’d grown and changed since then and was a nice, well-adjusted person now. She could accept that, but that didn’t mean she had to personally forgive him for everything he’d put her and her friends and family through. She certainly didn’t want to see him now. Still, she knew Peter and Sylar were close, and it would be rude to tell him to leave… gulping, Claire suppressed a shudder and returned Sylar’s wave with a strained smile.

“He’s been like this for a few hours now,” Natalie murmured as she stroked Peter’s arm. His loose-hanging skin was nearly translucent, with a snaking pattern of veins visible underneath. “I don’t know if he’s going to wake up.”

Head swimming with emotion, Claire pulled up a chair and sat down next to Peter’s bedside. She observed the faint rise and fall of his chest, and the way his eyelids fluttered slightly. She wondered if he was dreaming. If so, what fantasies could have been filling his head? At his side, his fingers twitched; Claire reached out and took his hand. It was limp and frail, terrifyingly so, but it still felt warm in her grip–a reassurance presence, just as Peter had always been to her.

“You were right, you know,” she whispered. “Life after high school… it did get a lot better.”

And now it’s getting worse again, she thought but didn’t say. Just in case he could hear her, she didn’t want to say anything that would worry him–or the other people in the room, for that matter. Her life, like any other, had ups and downs. Now, though, she didn’t see how things were going to get any better ever again. Her heart ached when she looked at her uncle lying there, unmoving, and yet there were no tears in her eyes. She wasn’t sure why–she wanted to cry. She should have been crying, but she didn’t. She kept waiting for him to wake up and sat something, some kind of last words. Instead, he just lay there, and she just sat there staring at him. She wasn’t sure exactly how long she sat there, but eventually, the beeps coming from the machine gradually grew quieter and then finally stopped as a final shaky breath exited his lips.

Natalie let out a sob and turned to cry into Victor’s shoulder. Sylar sucked in a breath, pushed his chair back away from the bed, and got up and left without a word. He awkwardly patted Natalie on the shoulder on the way out, but he left Claire alone altogether. Claire appreciated that, at least. In her grip, the heat seeped out of Peter’s hand.

She squeezed his hand harder as it grew cold. Come on, she thought desperately, take my power. I don’t care if it’s what you want or not, just take it! Nothing happened. Peter was completely unresponsive. He was gone. And still, no tears came to Claire’s eyes. She just gripped his hand, tighter and tighter, as though doing so might rekindle his pulse. The nurse placed a hand on her arm and murmured something that Claire didn’t really hear. She couldn’t process anything except for the hand in her grasp. All the warmth was drained from it now. It was so lifeless, utterly and completely lifeless. For a moment it was like it was forty years ago all over again, and Claire was standing in the living room hearing about her father’s death over the phone. She drew in a shaky breath, stood up from her chair, and let go of Peter’s hand. As it fell limply onto the bed, Claire exhaled and then finally broke down in tears.

#heroes #primatech #hey did you know that i write stuff sometimes?#(a/n: i feel like things had been slowing down with this story lately so heres a chapter where a lot bunch of things happen)

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23.5 Let’s walk through the representatives town p. 213-222

Probably the longest translation I posted, these are 9 pages worth of information on the town itself! Please enjoy this extra (useless) information!

My translations can all be found here.

p. 213

U17 Wcup Let's walk through the representatives town

The representatives live here! Let's meet the representatives!

What is the representatives town? It is a division where the participants from the Wcup live. Of course there are lodging facilities, but it's also enriched by shops and various facilities.

Byoudoin: The representatives town is really spacious. Volk: You can see a lot of potential. (TL note: Filled with future = Potential)

A "Let's walk through the representatives town" special project only! Model course: Let's patrol the popular spots! Can we meet the representatives!? The facilities inside the town: Let's fully support the players daily life! Representatives town Full MAP: Get an entire view of the town in one glance! And lastly, a guide to souvenirs and spots in the area~

p. 214-215

Representatives town Full MAP: Get an entire view of the town in one glance! To understand this map completely, let's check it for places you want to go to!

Abundant with international players, it's a lively town In the representatives town, a lot of players from all over the world have gathered. For that sake, the plot of land is in any case extensive, and seems like one big town. It's only natural that the players can prepare for a match, and it's possible for each nation's players to do cultural exchanges.

(Pointing at France's castle and the house next to it) Each nation's boarding house The representatives and the staff stay at an exclusive use boarding house , prepared to feel as their country. The sitepoints and buildings capitalises each nation's characteristic, where they can rest both their mind and body. Amadeus: The extravagance is awkward, but the atmosphere is serene and comfortable. It's pleasing. Camus: Tres bièn! It's a beautiful hotel that is suited to foster both tennis and love.

(Pointing at the Japanese building in the bottom right) The Japanese representatives' boarding house The hotel of the Japanese is relatively close to the entrance. The representatives, supervisors, coaches and the cheering party of course all stay there. Both the exterior and interior were refined to make for a stylish appearance, and it seems to be comfortable and have a feel at home atmosphere. Ikuto: It seems they gathered the latest equipment inside the hotel. It's very pleasant. (Pic: JP MSERS lounging in the rooms) The interior is large, and it's possible to hold a strategic meeting in each private room. The soft beds provide outstanding sleep comfort.

(Pointing at a park in the north) Park It's a park for the players to relax and refresh, and to open the mind. The fountain is in the middle and the trees overflow with flowers in this season, and you can refresh your mind and body from the exhaustion of the fierce battles. It's a quiet place where you can slowly pass time. Yukimura: The flower beds bloom with unusual Australian flowers, it's an interesting place.

(Pointing to the tall building in the middle) Shared facilities There are restaurants, shops, gyms and recreational facitlities, which all countries share in this huge facility. It's placed in the midst of the town and visible to each countries hotel. It's the main spot that's always bustling and fun. Fitzgerald: There's a shop with Australian goods, I definitely want to go once.

(Pointing to a gate) Entrance gate Because buses have to pass through, the gate is enormous. To enter the town, one must undergo a strict check. Futhermore, the security of the bulky fence serves to protect the representatives and their livelihood from anything. Mukahi: It's a really strong wall…! As expected, it's so tall I can't jump over it!

p. 216

The facilities that enrichen the town: Let's fully support the players daily life! Let's go over all the facilities one can use in detail.

At a time like this… When you want to rest comfortably => Go to the boarding house When you want to eat something => Go to the main dining hall When you want to buy something => Go to the shopping mall When you want to train your body => Go to the training center

It is a pleasure to offer all the necessities of life, every day! Various facilities are present on the huge site, like hotels and shops, as they are vital to a comfortable livelihood. Those who stay in the town can use anything, and definitely do.

Each countries facilities: Boarding house The boarding house is the center of living one's life, and can be considered like a home. One can properly rest their body, so they can show of their power as much as they want during a match.

A concealed guide The room distribution of the players was decided by the coaches and supervisors. We decided to ask about the situation for every room from the coaches.

(Pic: Layout for the rooms) This is the floor plan of the guest rooms. Each room can hold about 1-3 people, and room 1 seems to be specialized. Room 10-13 have the same construction. EV=Elevator, Stairs

1201: Kurobe 1202: Saitou 1203: Tsuge 1301: Mifune

1101: Byoudoin He gets a lot of visitors. It's only natural that a strong man gets a spacious room! (Mifune) 1102: Duke, Oni Having compatibility between power players is good. They can do indoor training together. (Tsuge) 1103: Irie, Tokugawa Their bonds are deep. Because they can talk a lot, they can deepen their solidarity (Kurobe) 1104: Tanegashima, Tohno Since Tanegashima can control Tohno well, there are no problems. (Saito) 1105: Mouri, Ochi Mouri, you're the only 1st year hser. You should have better roomed with someone who understands your spirit. (Kurobe) 1106: Ohmagari, Nakagauchi The yakuza and the chivalrous spirit? If they come together as companions, they can raise eachother up even higher! Forward! (Mifune) 1107: Kimijima The manager said "we want to protect the trainers privacy" (Tsuge) 1108: Hakamada, Date They're overflowing with manliness huh? If you enter the room, the hot air seems to be a difficult point… (Saito) 1109: Mitsuya, Kaji Kaji, your information seemed to surprise even Mitsuya. You guys might become a good pair. (Saito) - 1003: Sanada, Tooyama Cap, you look like a good babysitter of the monkey! If there are any problems, it's joint responsibility! (Mifune) 1005: Marui, Kirihara, Sengoku Since we substituted Akutsu with Sengoku it's always a bustling room. (Saito) 1007: Fuji, Ishida (Gin), Oshitari (Yuushi) Fuji is suited to talking with power players (they can talk well). It seems fun when Oshitari joins in as well. (Tsuge) 1001: Atobe, Yukimura Since their room is large and has seperate bedrooms, each person can spend their time freely. (Kurobe) 1002: Oishi, Echizen The egg being alone in a room was just right. I'm leaving the babysitting of the brat to you! (Mifune) 1004: Shiraishi, Inui Sometimes you can hear deep and serious talks coming from this room, about dangerous topics like poisonous plants and juice… (Tsuge) 1006: Kite, Niou, Yanagi There are signs of sinister conspiracies…but since Yanagi is there it's fine…is not what I would say. (Kurobe)

p. 217

Shared facilities: Main dining hall For the sake of eating, there's a huge restaurant. Because there are a lot of players from all over the world, the cuisine from the various countries is lined up there.

There are plenty of seats, so during mealtime everyone can sit spaciously. It's styled after the vikings. Since it's open for 24-hours, you can eat at any time.

Menu examples: Aussie beef steak Pastichio Beijing duck Paella Hamburger Foie gras saute Schnitzel Pirozhki

Peter: I'm happy there are even things like chèvre cheese. The real thing is really good.

At various places, there are cafes and speciality stores side by side! There's not only the main dining hall, but throughout the town you can find shops selling food and drinks . One can enjoy meals like fastfood, coffee shops, italian and udon shops depending on the mood. Don't overlook the sweets shop with limited items you can't buy anywhere else.

Let's walk through the representatives town special coupon! Joint establishment with the park cafe (Kangaroo) Get one free coffee!

A concealed guide For the supervisors and the coaches, there's also a bar! The top floor of the building can only be accessed by adults. Viewing the nightscape, there's a chic bar where one can enjoy various alcoholic drinks from all over the world. There are also wines difficult to get in Japan. Kaji: By the way… I saw coach Kurobe returning to his room drunk.

The dining hall quickly empties n the afternoon! If you want to sit in your favorite seat, we recommend you come after lunchtime has finished, around 14-15. Around that time, a lot of players go practice, and because it's relatively vacant, it's easy to pick a seat. Evangelos: Because I hate crowds, it's hard to find a time to have lunch.

p. 218

Shared facilities: Shopping Mall There are various shops and recreational facilities in this giant mall. You can get most items if you go there.

Tennis supplies, livingware, general goods and brand goods are all present. There is also a lounge for all the representatives to gather, so they can enjoy cultural exchanges with the foreign players.

Shopping center examples: Apparel shop Accessory shop Sports goods Hairsalon Bookstore Movie theatre Bowling alley Lounge Event plaza

Mitsuya: I took a look at the optician. This is an opportunity to change frames.

Relax at the playhouse and movie theatre! There aren't only shops to buy goods, it's also enhanced by facilities to have fun. Especially at the playhouse you can go to the theatre with opera, kabuki and things like that as the programme changes each day.

A concealed guide A hit on SNS is the fountain in the plaza! In the center of the mall is a fountain, with specialized lights that change color at certain times. By taking wonderful and beautiful pictures, you can boast to everyone. Zaizen: It got a lot of likes on my blog…the senpais are a nuisance though. (TL note: I'm assuming the senpais are in the picture as well)

The game center is a popular spot! The latest arcade has the maniac models lined up in a row in the game center of course. Regardless of nationality, it's crowded with players who love games. With fighting games, you can see the players being ecstatic. Tanegashima: The gun shooting is really fun! I got the new record~

p. 219

Shared facilities: Training center It's a facility meant for training the body. It's crucial to coordinate the condition during the tournament.

Other than tennis courts that can be used at any time, one can also use the latest machines and pools for a synthetic practice. It's also equipped with spaces for kendo and judo.

Facility examples: Inside tennis court Outside tennis court Various fitness machines Pool Martial arts dojo Information center Self training room Massage room Baths

QP: It seems you can rent the latest released tablet.

The information center's latest system can be used! For the sake of the intelligent players, personal computers are present. The pros use them as well because of their high performance system and it is possible to carry out information gathering and data analysis.

A concealed guide Wash the sweat away in the spa after training! In the large public bath of the natural spa, there's a sauna and a stone sauna. After you have washed the sweat away with all your strength we recommend you scrub off all the grime in the scrubbing corner. Randy: Okay, let's show my biceps! Don't you think nudity suits me?

You can also attend an aerobics class! In the center, there's a studio, where you can attend yoga, aerobics and various others classes when needed. It's okay if you're a beginner, and it's good to challenge actions you've never done before…? Hirakoba: I thought I always wanted to try something out of genre.

p. 220

Model course: If you want to tour a town, how about a plan which shows the highlights?

Start! Entry gate Oliver: Welcome

Who dominates the Australian beach!? Let's first go to the beach. Atobe appeared at the coast after the exhibition match, which is surrounded by a beautiful beach, where the players who love the sea gather. The swimming matches are a must-see. Kite: Fufu… You might meet these players here: Kurobane, Leon, Kiko

The park is the universe healing spot for all the players! It's recommended to take a break in the verdant park. You can see nature-loving players stroll at ease, and you might also see them having a friendly chat. At the joint cafe, you can see many sweet lovers. Shiraishi: There are no poisonous plants huh. You might meet these players here: Mouri, Noah, Henri

The secrets to walking in the representatives town

Travel easily with the circulation bus! Because the town is spacious, touring it by foot is harsh. Because the bus finishes a round on the premises in 10 minutes, the players can definitely use it and carpool.

If you're in trouble, contact the staff! Ralph: I found a lost child, so I called the broadcast. Tooyama: I'm not a lost child!

p. 221

Let's patrol the popular spots! Can we meet the representatives!?

The foreigners are really interested in this!? The Japanese restaurant If you're hungry, you can go to the cafes or speciality shops everywhere. The Japanese restaurant that serves sushi, tempura and sukiyaki is not only popular under the Japanese but also with the foreign players. Chloe: Is there also onigiri? You might meet these players here: Echizen, Osval, Volk

Jumping is okay! The live stage The shopping mall has a stage outfitted with acoustic and illumination devices. Those who like music and live for singing, you might be able to see a performance of them? J.J: That's not bad You might meet these players here: Ryoga, Ohmagari, Hallhatter

Goal: Japanese boarding house Oni: Did you have fun?

Event information

In the main dining hall, each nation holds a cultural exchange meeting. The players from around the world and their cheering parties gather here, and they deepen the understanding of their cultures by conversations. While eating various nation's specialities, let's pass a fun time! Zeus: Oh, isn't this social gathering nice. I will also offer to participate.

Let's go to the mini zoo in the event plaza! Inside the mall, there will be a mobile zoo for a limited time. You can meet lions, elephants and giraffes! The animal-lovers gather there! Ochi: I'm not really interested…It was arranged for me to be at that place at that time.

p. 222

The representatives' souvenirs: Get original goods! Let's introduce a careful selection of popular goods that you can get at the shop!

A venue restricted plush It's a limited product to celebrate the opening of the U17Wcup. The koala hugging a racket is an Australian masterpiece. It's also very big. Echizen: I'm not really interested, but it was bought by that big guy.

Original Keyholder The logo decorating the ball carries a simple design. It seems to be a standard and popular souvenir, as many have already bought it. Duke: It's kind of cute huh? I'll buy one for Chloe.

Australian confectionery: Chocolate biscuit It's an australian sweet where two biscuits sandwich chocolate with a chocolate coating. The package is tournament limited. Milky: The crispy feel makes for a pretty good flavor! I reccomend it! If you come over, I definitely want you to eat it!

Let's stretch our feet for a bit: Recommended spots in the town's vicinity There are plenty of fun spots scattered outside the town. Will you also take a look at the Australia's famous tourism?

Melborn zoo It is Australia's oldest zoo in history. You can meet endemic species like koalas, kangaroos and platypi. Kabaji: Seeing…the kangaroos…close by…was really nice. I…want…to….see them…again.

Queen Victoria Market Crowded with people, it's a lively, historic and gigantic market. You can find things like fresh ingredients, clothes, general goods and souvenirs. Niou: Huh…I can use a lot of these things…puri.

Royal exhibition building Together with the Carlton gardens, these buildings are registered as world heritage sites. Multiple styles blend to make a beautiful and tasteful building. Prince Ludovic: It's a building befitting of a prince! I want to go there accompanied by that girl!

#23.5 #prince of tennis #tenipuri #translation #mytranslation

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4 Apr, 2021 Elm House, Tupper School District, Halifax, Nova Scotia Design: Peter Braithwaite Studio photo : Julian Parkinson Elm House, Halifax Home, Nova Scotia This house displayed great potential for the young family who had recently purchased the property. Over the decades, this residence had been the subject of a number of poorly executed renovations.

14 Apr 2021 Sandy Cove House, Digby, southwestern Nova Scotia Design: Habit Studio with houdinidesign Architects photo : Bridget Havercroft Sandy Cove House in Nova Scotia Sandy Cove House is a large two-storey timber frame house that reflects the form and layout of a traditional Nova Scotia barn. The client, who was inhabiting only the second floor, wanted to transform the main level from a garage and utility room into valuable living space.

13 Mar 2021 Smith Bay House, Prince Edward County, Southern Ontario Design: Solares Architecture photo : Nanne Springer Smith Bay House, Prince Edward County Smith Bay House, located on a flat stretch of land just a stone’s throw from the water, is an embodiment of serenity and style. A young Toronto family dreamed of a new sustainable home in the countryside, and Smith Bay House delivers that getaway.

Yakisugi House, Calgary, Alberta Architects: Alloy Homes Incorporated photo : Joel Klassen Yakisugi House, Calgary Property A phenomenal custom home whose every angle is designed to frame beautiful views to the downtown skyline. A 20′ grade difference between the street and back alley led to some unique architectural solutions including a detached garage with tunnel and green roof.

4 Feb 2021 Gouldburn Modern, Ottawa Design: Shean Architects photo : Younes Bounhar – Doublespace Photography Gouldburn Modern House, Ottawa The Gouldburn Modern displays a harmony between new and old, where an addition at both the front and the rear offer a creative way to emphasize the connection of traditional form and modern materiality. The interior of the home was renovated utilizing a clean and pure palette to brighten the home.

12 Jan 2021 Fold House, Southern Ontario Architect: PARTISANS photograph : PARTISANS Fold House, Hamilton, Ontario Fold House is a residential property in Hamilton, Ontario that “folds” into the contours of a hillside through its undulating wood and steel structure. The two-story residence is concealed through the land’s topography with the pool pavilion nestled into the lower part of the hill and features an eighty foot long by ten foot tall sliding glass facade that provides sweeping views from a burrowed vantage point.

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16 Dec 2020 Lambton Farmhouse, Lambton Shores, Ontario Architecture: Shean Architects photograph : Chris Berg Lambton Farmhouse, Ontario Lambton Farmhouse is located in the fields of Southern Ontario, sits a modern farmhouse. The form takes influence from the gradual slopes that the surrounding landscape forms. Tiered levels offer optimal views of the exterior, where large windows are placed to allow for natural light to enter many sides of each space within.

8 Dec 2020 Le Littoral, La Malbaie, Québec Design: Architecture49 photo : Stéphane Brügger Le Littoral Residence, La Malbaie A couple passionate about gastronomy and great lovers of Charlevoix dreamed of designing a contemporary residence in this exceptional natural setting. This was to both enjoy a pied-à-terre in the region, but also to create a high-end tourist home where families, friends, or colleagues could gather.

26 Nov, 2020 Maison Koya, Saint-Sauveur Design: Alain Carle Architecte photo : Raphael Thibodeau Maison Koya, Saint-Sauveur The Maison Koya site is part of a real estate development on the approaches to the town of Saint-Sauveur in the Laurentians. This area is in Montréal’s second ring of outlying communities, where the occupants have chosen to settle to combine a lifestyle in a natural setting (in the mountains) with the conveniences of a small regional town.

18 Nov 2020 Double Header House , Victoria, British Columbia Design: D’Arcy Jones Architects photo © Sama Jim Canzian Double Header House, Victoria, BC Double Header House was designed to be both open and private, while bold and modest. This single building has two units. Designed for three generations to live side-by-side, the units are separated by interlocking private courtyards, a common stair and air-locks.

17 Nov 2020 Forest House I, Bolton-Est, Eastern Townships, QC Design: Natalie Dionne Architecture photo : Raphaël Thibodeau Forest House I, Eastern Townships Forest House I is the latest work by Montréal-based studio, Natalie Dionne Architecture. The firm has earned widespread praise over the years for its contextual approach, its creativity, and its attention to detail. Forest House I adds to a rich portfolio of original, residential homes, equal parts urban and rural.

26 Oct 2020 Blackwood Studio, Hinchinbrooke

20 Oct 2020 Cowley Avenue House, Ottawa

8 Oct 2020 Wendover House, Ottawa

31 Jul 2020 Chester Cottage in Nova Scotia

14 Jul 2020 Portland Residence in Mont-Royal, Québec

4 Jun 2020 Lake Huron Summer House, Ontario Architects: Saota photograph : Adam Letch Lake Huron Summer House in Ontario This summer house is set on the banks of Lake Huron in a small, remote Canadian town about an hour’s drive from London, Ontario.

14 May 2020 Abacus House on Bras d’Or Lake, Nova Scotia

4 May 2020 103, Land House in Meaford, Ontario

24 Apr 2020 La Frangine Residence Stoneham-et-Tewkesbury

22 Apr 2020 Lakeside Cabin in Lac-Brome, Quebec

31 Mar 2020 Ravine House near Don River Watershed

4 Feb 2020 Rodeo Drive House, Calgary, Alberta, Canada Architects: Alloy Homes Incorporated photograph : Joel Klassen Rodeo Drive House in Calgary, Alberta This family home is built on a small, triangular lot that was considered virtually unusable. Situated atop a ridge overlooking the Calgary Stampede Grandstand, the views are magnificent from the upper floors.

1 Feb 2020 Modern Farmhouse, Calgary, Alberta Architects: Alloy Homes Incorporated photograph : Joel Klassen Modern Farmhouse near Calgary, Alberta The architecture is inspired by the simple lines and humble materials of the adjacent working ranch.

31 Jan 2020 River’s Edge House, Calgary Architects: Alloy Homes Incorporated photo : Joel Klassen River’s Edge House in Calgary, Alberta This new Canadian family home was designed and built to feel like it had been a part of the neighbourhood for years. The property is wrapped in low-maintenance natural materials designed to weather gently and enhance its character over the years.

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5 Nov 2019 The River Cabins, Wheatley River, Prince Edward County Design: Nine Yards Studio photograph : Tamzin Gillis, Nine Yards Studio Prince Edward County Buildings The smallest province in Canada, Prince Edward Island is celebrated for its vibrant arts and culture scene and is renowned for culinary experiences featuring world-class seafood and produce.

21 Jun 2019 Muskoka Boathouse in Ontario

16 Jun 2019 Pilon-Hébert Residence in Potton, Québec

11 Jun 2019 Powder Snow House in Bromont, Québec

28 May 2019 Hatley House in Québec

14 May 2019 Church Residence in Frelighsburg, Québec

17 Apr 2019 Gazing House in Scarborough Junction, Toronto

20 Mar 2019 Residence Le Nid on the St. Lawrence River, Quebec

17 Mar 2019 Dans l’Escarpement in Saint-Faustin-Lac-Carré

30 Jan 2019 La Barque Residence in Saint-Donat-de-Montcalm

11 Dec 2018 TRIPTYCH House in Wentworth-Nord, Quebec

3 Dec 2018 Friesen Wong House in Okanagan, British Columbia

2 Dec 2018 Shelter on a Rock in Racine, Québec

14 Nov 2018 Long Horizontals House in Petite-Rivière-Saint-François

2 Oct 2018 Vallée du Parc Residence in Shawinigan, Québec

16 May 2018 Gulf Islands Residence, Strait of Georgia, British Columbia, western Canada Architects: RUFproject photograph : Ivan Hunter Gulf Islands Residence

20 Feb 2018 La Cornette House, Township of Cleveland, Québec, Eastern Canada Architects: YH2 photo © Francis Pelletier La Cornette House in the Township of Cleveland Built on the slope of a small hill, La Cornette is a country house open to the pastoral landscape that surrounds it. Under a soaring roof resembling a nun’s cornet wimple is a roomy dwelling modelled on traditional Quebec houses of old that lodged large families and their relatives.

19 Feb 2018 La Luge Cabin, La Conception, in the Laurentides region of Quebec Architects: YH2 photography © Francis Pelletier La Luge in La Conception Mostly dedicated to the enjoyment of Quebec’s winter, La Luge is a secondary home lying in the midst of the forest. Nestled on its site, surrounded by dense vegetation preserving the house’s privacy, La Luge integrates a private spa which occupies almost a third of the useable area, adding on to the traditional countryside living spaces.

16 Feb 2018 Window on the Lake, Saint-Élie-de-Caxton, Mauricie region, province of Quebec Architects: YH2 photography © Francis Pelletier Window on the Lake in Saint-Élie-de-Caxton The house stands on the site of an old family cottage, just steps away from the shores of Lac Plaisant in the Mauricie region. Thanks to its simplicity, restraint and refinement, the project embodies the architect’s attempt to capture the essence of cottage life – a wooden home designed for vacations and enabling true communion with nature.

9 Feb 2018 Sky House, Stoney Lake, Ontario Design: Julia Jamrozik and Coryn Kempster photography : Doublespace Photography Sky House on Stoney Lake Negotiating the steep topography of a lake-side site, this holiday house consists of two volumes stacked on one another. The lower volume nestles into the landscape so that it is barely visible as one first approaches the house.

6 Feb 2018 The Wooden Wing, Lac-Supérieur, Quebec Design: YH2 architecture photography : David Marien-Landry The Wooden Wing in Lac-Supérieur The Wooden Wing is a large cottage on the shores of Lac Supérieur, in Quebec’s Laurentians. The house is perched on a sizeable outcrop of granite bedrock, giving it a commanding yet intimate view of the lake and Mont Tremblant, on the other side.

4 Feb 2018 Withrow Laneway House, Calgary, Alberta Architects: Studio North photo : Mark Erickson Withrow Laneway House in Calgary Affordable housing in a thriving city like Calgary is a challenge for many, not the least for two newly graduated professionals starting a design studio with big dreams and a limited budget. We see alleys as a new place for community and dwelling. This project offers an opportunity to save one of Calgary’s heritage houses and to build an affordable, compact living space in the inner city.

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