[closed] if you must die, sweetheart,

[eyething]

Who: Damon Salvatore, Peter Parker, and Clementine + others
Where: Real side and mirror side
When: Length of the event/aftermath of the event
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A bunch of closed starters for these characters throughout the Event. Let me know here if you want a specific shenanigan, and I'll set up something for you!
The Story: Starters below.

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[ordi_fide]

Damn it, he's fast. How? He's a little buggy guy that the Queen could crush beneath her heel with ease. Sharon doesn't normally mind spiders, but she's really starting to hate spider people.

Her gun is useless now; she only continues to hold it because it's stuck to her hands. She tracks him with her eyes nonetheless, though, because she doesn't need a gun to be dangerous.

She tsks quietly, looking at him with pity. "Oh, you really haven't been paying attention, have you. The people who have disappeared here, who have died. The people you failed. If that's what you call 'minimizing damage,' then I see why no one holds you in high regard. Other than everything else, I mean."

She sighs as if inconvenienced - because let's face it, that's all this is going to be -
and holds up her hands. "Look at this. You're just a pubescent kid armed with goop. How long do you think this will last? Do you really think you can stop the Queen from getting what she wants?"

[saved]

Peter tilts his head to the side as he surveys her at the words, tying the webbing around her middle. If she was a threat to him, she'll be a threat to anyone. Hell, if he knows why, he's never taken the time to learn mirror's reasoning for anything. They're made by the Queen, to serve the Queen. Seems like a sad existence. There's no mask which means he can't quite hide the wince, which follows her words.

"I personally feel everyone should hold me in the highest regard because I literally crawl around on the ceiling."

Deflect, deflect. Using humor has always served him well. He's stumbling over it more than he would if he had the mask on, but the snark's still shining clearly through.

"I mean, what is it that she wants exactly? A better crown? People to respect her when I'm pretty sure she mostly shrieks a lot from what I've known of her. Not really worthy of the slightest acknowledgement if you ask me."

[ordi_fide]

Sharon rolls her eyes. She can't believe that he's tying her up with his little juice webbing. "You're kinkier than you look." She looks down to judge his handiwork and shakes her head. "Though you need better training. The best thing I can say about this is 'Sloppy.'"

As for what the Queen wants? Peter can find out on his own.

"Why would I tell you what she wants? I came here to put you down like the pathetic wannabe hero you are, put you out of your misery before you fuck up your life worse than you already have - again."

She smiles sweetly. "You should learn to recognize when people are trying to do you a favor, Peter."

[saved]

Peter makes a face when she mentions him being kinkier, and then blinks abruptly in utter confusion at the 'better' training- Uh. Does she mean like with his fighting? Cause he's had none of that. This part of the conversation's going over his head. He's only ever had sex with Bonnie, and while that could get kinky, there's just- This is not. What.

His leg hurts like hell. He's pretty sure the bullet's still lodged in there. Last time he got shot it went straight through, but this time he's going to have to pull it out of the hole in his leg. He glances over at her, wondering just how much she's figured out about him. His life is fucked up back home. His life is kinda fucked up here, but that's not important.

Not nearly as important as tying her up.

"I'm not a hero." Peter has never claimed to be. He's railed against the idea. "I'm just a guy with some really sticky webbing, who's tying you up to keep you from going evil mirror on anybody else." He winces as he shifts off of one leg on to the next. "Is that the favor you're trying to extend to everyone on this side? Cause funny, you say, favor. I say, murder."

[ordi_fide]

Oh, dear. The poor guy doesn't get it, does he?

Her lips spread into a thin, predatory grin. "If you were even remotely attractive, I'd train you myself. Break you into someone who isn't a total waste."

She makes a sound of pity as he shifts his weight onto his injured leg, but the grin doesn't disappear. Does it hurt? Too bad. She regrets not shooting him more, and more accurately. She'll know better next time how fast he is.

"But you make the world a worse place just by existing, Peter. Because of you, your Uncle Ben is dead. Your aunt is miserable. You really think they're the only ones who suffer because of you?"

[saved]

Now Peter gets it, and now he feels more than a little nauseous as she talks. He's never been more grateful for being unattractive to someone than he is in this moment, and it's clear from his expression he's uncomfortable. And nauseated.

He's about to find a sign to tack on over her head, which essentially says 'Bad Mirror. Leave her alone for your own good.' when she says the rest. There's only one way that anyone in other than a select few people would know about his uncle (Bonnie, Elena, he doesn't mention him if he can help it because it hurts), and he never told the full story to anyone. The only way-

The only way someone would know is if they read it, if they saw it on their screens, and isn't that always a fear deep down? They see it or read it, and they know the truth about him. He didn't act when he should have, and it's there for anyone to see at any time. The worst moment of his life-- the one he caused himself for the whole world to read and know.

He means to act rationally. He means to act like he should. Instead he reaches up and shoves her.

Hard.

[ordi_fide]

She flies back, landing against the wall. There's a faint grunt as she hits, but then all signs that she might be in pain are gone as she looks up at him and smiles.

Because he's breaking.

Which means she's winning.

"Shoving a lady? What would your uncle say?" She pauses, looks as if she's considering it for a moment. "Right. That's a moot point now. I forgot."

She sighs dramatically. "We should probably change the subject, right? We can't always talk about how you got your uncle killed. What about who you're going to fail next? A friend? Someone you barely know? Someone you care about?" Her grin returns; she can't suppress it any longer.

The message lies underneath the words - who is Peter going to get killed next?

[saved]

This time Peter thinks, because he gets what she's trying to do and he gets it's working. His hand shakes, but he closes the distance between them, firing a small web over her mouth and nose. It's not the first time he's done it. Before, he'd take his slow time to open holes where the webbing exists over the man's nose. He'd been searching for a certain tattoo, which would identify his uncle's killer (the one Peter let get away with it all, because he was angry and upset and irresponsible).

This time he's immediately taking off the top of the webbing so she can still breathe through her nose even if her mouth's now covered.

He hasn't had his mask on this entire time. Peter hasn't been able to hide behind the mask and the persona, to shrug it off like Spider-man would. To roll with it, to not be Peter.

Jemma died last Event, and Peter couldn't stop that.

And he'll find out Elena dies during this Event, and- and he didn't stop it either (and he wasn't with Bonnie when she died or able to stop it when Fitz did. He's losing track of people he's actually saved. There was one time he did and someone was pissed at him for it. He can't-). The words ring too true. They're worries he runs through his head over and over again. For all his trying, he can't do enough. He breathes out through his teeth, writes 'mirror' on a piece of paper and sticks it to the webbing, and then turns and leaves.

[ordi_fide]

That ought to be the end of it, but she isn't done with him, not yet.

As he leaves, she hums a taunting song.

In time, the webbing will fall away, and she'll renew her pursuits.

He should have killed her when he had the chance.