❧ INBOX || IC/OOC Contact

[peterparker]

Peter Parker's Inbox
❧text || ❧call || ❧email || ❧chat


"Hey. This is Peter. ...Nope, not actually here to take your call right now. So leave a message, I guess."


[Trying to contact me OOC? Just put OOC in the tag. Or, comment asking for my contact information & I'll get back to you.]

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[peterparker]

[This is what he gets for trying to help. Backstory, an eyeroll and shoulder pats.

At least the consolation prize is that this conversation has to be over and it's gotta be a mutual relief that they won't need to be having another one...

That is until he hears the name 'Mr Stark'.]

Mr. Stark? Tony Stark?

[Because regardless of if he wants to be pawned off or not, that was a pretty big name in New York. Peter could almost get behind a quick meeting with a genius billionaire, to appease Gwen's father.]

[500men]

[...um. stare.]

...No. They might be related? Stark's here? I know his CEO is. Friends of mine. Ed Stark and his wife.

[all the frowning.] ...Tony Stark's CEO is here. You can meet her too I suppose. See that's what, being a cop is about. Making friends. She met Gwen.

[Because George will always condescend, and there is no more condescending statement.]

[peterparker]

[Peter doesn't bother to hide the roll of his eyes.

Being a cop is about meeting as many Midtowners as possible and then rubbing it in the face of every Alphabet City-ite you threatened to end? Okay, guy.]

Ed Stark. Got it.

So where am I meeting him-?

[Focus, George, focus.]

[500men]

I'll let you know.

Thanks again Peter.

sorry for the delay!

[peterparker]

Yeah, you're uh-- welcome.

[A nod. Whenever is fine. Later is better than sooner.

With that an an awkward wave, he hangs up.]