Audio: day 4-Tony's lab.

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ No video today. Nope. Just a quick audio post because wow is this bad. Anyone near Tony's lab might have heard the explosion or might see the smoke coming out of it. whoops. ]

H-hey... anyone on the train good at decorating? or might be able to help me fix something so it doesn't look like something might have exploded?

Asking for a friend.

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[hashtagparkerluck]

Uh... yeah, sure I guess. I mean, I thought you were mad at me-but yeah, I can do that.

[ He rambles quickly before grabbing the swivel chair and dragging it closer. ]

[runs_on_batteries]

Yeah well, I am..

[If he couldn't work with someone just because he was mad at them, he'd never get anything done.

Anyway moving on..]

If I have to give up alcohol, you have to give up energy drinks. For real this time.

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ Peter is just sitting down when he gets that bomb shell and he’s an upset teenager all over again. ]

But I didn’t even say anything about energy drinks! And I haven’t even had one in like a month!

[runs_on_batteries]

Damn.. then we can't have you giving up something you already are giving up.

[They needed something else so he had some company with his misery.]

You fixed my room, right? Everything just the way I had it and all the smell gone?

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ But he just gave up his DS ]

Yeah-yeah, of course.

[runs_on_batteries]

[He nodded seemingly satisfied with that. And then he looked back at the DS.

He'd.. forgotten it.

He felt a cold chill run down his spine and he glanced away, handing it back to Peter.]

I think.. I should rest some more.

[hashtagparkerluck]

Yeah, okay. Sure.

But uh... just so we're clear.. I'm not grounded?

[runs_on_batteries]

[He shook his head, a really uncommon look of.. fear on his face.]

I don't- I don't know. Just.. whatever.

[He put a hand to his forehead and tried to keep the sudden panic he felt from getting too out of control. He just had a heart attack he didn't need.. nope, he was totally going to do that too.]

*Gasp*

I c- can't.. I can't breathe.. Peter!

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ The color drains from Peter's face and he drops the DS (it'll be okay, he's dropped it from higher places) and moves over to Tony. He can still hear his heart beat-which is erratic but that was to be expected-he thinks? What is he supposed to do? He's not a Doctor. Is this a stupid joke? He really hopes this is somehow a joke. ]

It-it's okay Mr Stark-y-you can breath-I can hear you. What do you need? May-Maybe take some deep breaths? I'll do it with you okay? One- [ He sucks in a big breath of air. ]

[runs_on_batteries]

[This wasn't a joke and he'd try to shoot anyone who started laughing. At least he knew what was happening unlike that first time he experienced an episode.

He gestures frantically waving his hand in a circle as though trying to prompt something.]

The thing.. the trick. Smells, sights..

[Why couldn't he remember things? Even that was getting jumbled in his mind!]

[hashtagparkerluck]

Oh! The sensory count down-right. Yeah. Name five things you can see.

[runs_on_batteries]

[He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to channel all his attention on this activity. It was difficult when everything in him was screaming like a gust of wind in a blizzard. Opening his eyes again, he started to count.]

You. The mirror. The light.. t- the um.. shit..

[He had to work on it again, fighting the panic. He couldn't lose his mind! He couldn't..]

Isn't that your third day wearing that same shirt?

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ Peter starts to nod encouragingly as Tony starts to list things and then he gets blind-sided by that question and looks down. ]

Uh-well.... I mean. I guess? But my options are this, the one other t-shirt I have and a bunch of polos. I'm not wearing a polo-not unless there's like some enforced dress code or something.

[runs_on_batteries]

[In other words, he was making progress and finally pulling out of this thing.]

So you'd rather wear the same shirt over and over again instead of wearing a polo?

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ Peter's quiet a moment, his ears going a bit red as he looks away because what he's about to say really is gonna make him sound like a fiver year old. ]

...the fabric is too scratchy.

[runs_on_batteries]

[He made a face at that. This was helping a great deal to talk about something so trivial.]

Let's order you some shirts from home. I don't know how many points I have. Have you talked to Charlotte lately?