“I’m sorry…who are you?”
save it for the morning after! accepting.
it takes a few minutes for him to come to, but when he does it is with a keening headache and a soft groan. this is why he doesn’t touch alcohol. the setting isn’t familiar, which means he still hasn’t managed to return home to his depressed isolation. instead, he’s got company. the first since … well, since his divorce. a warm body lying next to him, limbs tangled before he realises and rolls away slightly, snatching his discarded t-shirt from the floor and clutching it to his stomach.wow. apparently, he slept with a goddess last night - carol danvers herself, back from … whatever planet she has been saving. she’s different in his universe. he looks at her in mild disbelief. how did he even manage?!“uhm..” he clears his throat. of course she doesn’t know him, not out of his spider-suit anyway. it’s quite the contrast. “I’m peter. from …” he gestures vaguely; “–last night.” right. smooth, peter. she’s definitely going to ask you to leave.
