Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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The sounds of Peter helplessly gagging and vomiting into the toilet bowl echoed through the quiet Apartment. Isabelle leaned up against the wall, her makeup wiped off her face and a pair of Peter's sweats and a sweater adorned her body as she rubbed circles on Peter's back. It had been a fairly peaceful night once Peter finally fell asleep, the same couldn't be said for Isabelle as she spent most of the night keeping an eye on the boy so that he didn't accidentally roll onto his back and vomit. 

Peter leaned his face on the side of the toilet bowl and groaned, "I feel like crap." A headache pounded through his head and the lingering feeling of nausea wouldn't surpass. "Maybe that'll make you think twice about drinking, huh - what were you thinking, Peter?" May's shrill voice, followed by thundering footsteps was pointed at the boy with his head in the toilet. He winced, "please don't yell... or move quickly..." 

"No, you deserve this - irresponsible - you're lucky Issie has her head screwed on... unbelievable... Stop comforting him and let him suffer, Issie." The middle-aged woman scolded, making Isabelle laugh and Peter groan. "It's okay - he isn't the worst person I've had to walk home before, he's very annoying... and loud..." She eyed the boy, her mind had been constantly on his words - well... slurred words on his feelings towards her last night. It made her heart flutter and a smile tug at her lips but it was drunk Peter.

Her thoughts had been on that all night, up until Peter stirred awake and ran to the toilet to vomit. "God - I don't even know what to do with you, should I ground you? You barely leave your room anyway -- you've never done this before and I doubt you'll do it again..." May ran her fingers through her hair, looking to Isabelle as if she would have the answer. "I think this is punishment enough, May... You better get to work, I'll make sure he's in complete discomfort all day so he's learned his lesson." She joked half-heartedly, a smile on her face as she bent down toward Peter, "-What lesson did we learn today, Pete?" 

He coughed and spluttered, "The punch is spiked... it's always spiked." Groaning, as his stomach started to bubble up again - feeling another wave of regurgitation about to happen. "You are the dumbest kid I've ever met, I swear to god... It pays to not just be book smart... All right, I have to go now - Issie if he starts complaining, I give you permission to hit him... I'll be back after five, and you and I are going to have a chat, Peter." May peered down at her Nephew, spilling his guts contents into the toilet bowl, a grimace on her face. 

"All right, May... I'll take good care of him... I promise." Isabelle ran her hands up and down his back in comforting soft circles. "You always do, Issie... I'm so sorry I have to leave you - once he's better, go home and sleep... I know you've been up all night." May placed a gentle hand on the girls cheek and smiled at her adoringly, grateful that Peter had someone like Isabelle around. She retracted her hand and gave her one last smile before leaving the teenage girl with her hungover Nephew. "Call me if anything happens!" May called out before she finally left the apartment. 

Peter slumped back, pressing his back against the wall and tiredly looked up at Isabelle, his eyes were red and a layer of sweat sat on top of his skin. "This sucks." He moaned, cringing as his stomach made an unsolicited jump. "You have no one to blame but yourself for that, Pete." Isabelle chuckled, her back hit the wall and she slid down across from Peter. "What happened? Please tell me I didn't do anything - say anything stupid." He rubbed his head, his movements slow as so he wouldn't vomit from the sudden movement. 

"Peter you were drunk of course you did stupid shit - but here's a list to name a few, well-" she held up one finger, "-you took your shirt off - god knows where that is by the way-" she held up another, "- Stood up on a table to chug down a beer bong. Which I must admit was impressive you downed that whole thing -" holding up another finger, "-then afterward you proceeded to tell the entire Party you were 'Goddamn Spider-Man' before you started to swing around on a chandelier."