Peter swallowed a little nervously, unable to stop his cheeks from being a little bit flush.<br/><br/><em>Come on Parker. It's fine. What are you afraid of? That Doc Oc is going to pop in and try to rob someone? Hell he'd probably just offer to buy you a drink.</em>managing a more confident smirk than he expected, Peter Parker, better known as the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, stepped out towards the beach.<br/><br/>It was still so strange, being here. It was weird enough to see Quicksilver and Doctor Strange chatting, but when he'd used his senses to listen in, to hear that they were talking about sharing some heroine for the night... Villains, heroes, didn't matter. Everyone was here to have a good time, fool around, have a few drinks, and generally get a chance to step away from the craziness of it all.<br/><br/>As he stepped out into the sunlight, walking towards the beach, towel over one arm, he tried to resist using it to hide himself with. He had a bet to win with Johnny Storm, and it involved him wearing this ridiculously small<em>thing</em>as his only clothes for the day. He suspected Sue might have had a hand in it, but the idea made him a little to aroused to afford thinking about while wearing this, so he had dismissed it as just silly suspicion. He did need a vacation though, not just from heroing, but from his on again off again with MJ. Shaking his head he scowled.<br/><br/><em>Hey, snap out of it Peter! No thinking about the redhead, no thinking about the redhead, no thinking about-oh hey a bar!</em>Peter grinned and hurried over to the shaded little bar, ordering himself something with a lot of sugar, and a little umbrella.<em>When in Rome right?</em>