Spider-Man Holiday One Shot Stories
Saint Patrick's Day – Theresa Cassidy
Co-Writer GreyKing46
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It was March 17th, a significant date for those of Irish descent: Saint Patrick's day. A day to celebrate the Patron Saint of Ireland...but unfortunately it was also a date for breweries to open their doors and let the amber liquid flow. The latter being the more popular, but not everyone celebrates that. They just enjoy a day where they can celebrate being born of the emerald isle. And one person in particular is doing just that: Theresa Cassidy, AKA Siryn.
But she sighed, seeing people filling up bars left and right
'I can't believe this...' Theresa sighed as she headed inside a cafe; she has fiery red hair and wore a green shirt and black trousers.
"Ah, morning Theresa; do you want the usual?" a waitress spoke
"Aye, thank you Joyce." Theresa nodded as she was escorted to her table.
"Al, we need a decaff coffee and a flapjack." Joyce spoke to the chef
The red head sighed tiredly as she sat there
'This day...' Theresa sighed as she rubbed her eyes.
"Here we are: a decaff coffee and strawberry flapjack." Joyce handed the order to Theresa
"Oh...Thanks Joyce...Serving Irish coffee?" Theresa asked
"Nope...I'm sorry Theresa. I know how you get with this holiday." Joyce apologized
"It's not your fault. You know...I'm happy being Irish...I am, PROUD even...but I can't help but feel that this country only celebrates this holiday to get shit-faced." Theresa sighed
"I hear ya." A male voice agreed
"Huh? Oh, hi Peter." Theresa smiled "On break?"
"Kinda, slow news-day; nothing to work on except drunken brawls." Peter answered
"Coffee?" Theresa asked
"Err...no thanks...unless you have decaff?" Peter asked
"Yep, Al: another decaff." Joyce nodded as she went off to the kitchens
"That's good. I get all twitchy with proper coffee." He chuckled
"You sure it's not because spiders get drunk on caffeine?" Theresa smiled giving an accurate scientific fact.
"I'm surprised you know that Theresa." Peter chuckled as he sat down.
"I know some things." Theresa giggled
He smiled, finding her giggle cute
"I would've figured you'd be celebrating." Peter wondered
"No...No reason to celebrate getting drunk. No...Me and my dad are celebrating in different ways." Theresa answered
"Really? Your dad is...Banshee isn't he?" Peter asked
"Yeah that's right." Theresa nodded "Here's your drink."
"Here we are anything to eat? We've got pancakes." Joyce offered
"No thanks, I've only got a short break." Peter declined politely.
"Okay, enjoy." Joyce nodded
"How do you celebrate?"
"I come here; have some lunch, go home call my dad and watch a film." Theresa answered
"That sounds fun and simple." He smiled
"Better than getting drunk; what about you? Any plans?" Theresa asked
"Work." He admitted "Patrol. Go home. Watch some TV."
"...Maybe you want some company?" Theresa asked with a smile
"That'd be nice." He smiled
"Want to share a flapjack?" Theresa asked
"Please." Peter smiled
*Small time skip*
The two smiled as they left together, chuckling
"Whoo!" a group of drunken young adults cheered from the nearest pub
"Kids..." they shook their heads
"They're gonna regret it tomorrow." Peter sighed
"So much." She agreed
"Ms Cassidy." Peter extended his arm like a gentleman.
"Mr Parker." Cassidy looped her arm through his and walked with him.
The two laughed a bit, smiling
*Time Skip*
"MAN that patrol took forever..." Peter sighed as he took his mask off with Siryn following him
"It was fun." She smiled
"Maybe...but there's a LOT of problems with Doc Ock..." Peter sighed heavily
"He WAS annoying." She nodded
"You want a cup of tea or anything?" Peter asked
"You know...I was kind of surprised that you have a St Patrick's Day costume." Theresa commented as they got redressed in their civilian clothes
"Yeah..." Peter thought back to a few days ago.
*Flashback to last week*
"AHHHH!" Spider-Man fell into a large vat filled with green dye because of Rhino.
*Present*
"Lucky isn't it?" Peter thought 'Took me a week to get that dye out...'
"True." She giggled
"Milk or sugar?" Peter asked
"Decaff with milk please." Theresa answered
"Okay." He nodded "What's your problem with caffeine?" He asked
"I have enough stress; I don't need caffeine to fuel it even more." Theresa answered
"Fair enough...What about alcohol?" Peter asked "Not to pry or anything."
"I'm a recovering alcoholic...That's why..." Theresa confessed
"You hate the excessive drinking...Well, if it makes you feel any better: I don't have any alcohol stored anywhere." Peter answered handing over her decaff coffee "I don't drink. It messes with me."
"Looks like we'll be some of the only sober people in New York." Theresa chuckled
"Yeah..." Peter nodded "Well except Logan and Steve."
"Yeah...those two can drink anything without getting drunk." Theresa sipped her coffee
"Bet you didn't know this: Steve is of Irish descent." Peter pointed out
"No way! Seriously?!" She gasped
"Seriously, his parents are...WERE Irish immigrants. I asked him when I was on a stake-out with the Avengers." Peter answered as he drunk his coffee.
"... No... Way... Awesome." She grinned
"What about you? Do you have any interesting stories about your friends?" Peter asked as the radio was turned on
Their attention was caught by said radio, listening in
"We interrupt this scheduled programming for important news: pubs, bars and clubs are being evacuated because of several incidents involving severe alcohol poisoning and drunken brawls. Police and hospitals are being filled to the brim with intoxicated adults and some teenagers. New York citizens are to remember that this holiday is not an excuse to get heavily intoxicated; it is a holiday to celebrate the Patron Saint of Ireland." The news-reporter spoke
"Wow. Someone else who understands." Peter nodded
"Must be a sympathizer." Theresa added
"And in my grandmother's tongue: Bíodh maith agus sábháilte Lá Fhéile Pádraig." the news-reporter spoke "Have a good and safe Saint Patrick's Day."
"Thank you Siobhán. And now back to the next song."
"... A fellow Irish-woman." Peter joked
"My kind of woman." Theresa smiled
"What about your types of men?" Peter inquired looking from the top right corner of his eyes and drunk his coffee.
"Are you flirting with me?" She smirked
"Was I coming on too strong?" Peter asked
"Not as bad as a drunk." She laughed
"Trying to make a good first impression." Peter answered with a smile
"Of course." she said teasingly
"Do you want to watch a film?" Peter asked
"Love to." Theresa smiled
*time skip*
"Well...that was half a film..." Peter rubbed his eyes
"I've seen better, four stars my arse." Theresa answered
"Ditto." He nodded
"So...what do you want to do now?" Peter asked
"I don't know." She admitted
"Want to go out for dinner?" Peter asked
"That would be nice." She smiled
"There's a nice restaurant down by Broadway." Peter offered
"That sounds nice." She smiled
"Well then, no time like the present. Shall we?" Peter extended his arm
"We shall." Theresa smiled accepting it.
The two smiled, leaving
*At the restaurant*
"Do you come here often?" Theresa asked
"Not really." Peter shrugged, pulling her chair back for her
"Good evening Sir and Madam. Would you care for a drink?" the waitress asked
"A jug of water and coke please." Peter asked
"I'll have a lemonade." Theresa asked
"Okay...I'll bring you your menus." The waitress nodded and went to get the drinks.
"Think she's upset?" He joked
"I think she's surprised we're not having booze." Theresa smiled
"I guess." He nodded
"Here we are..." the waitress came over with the drinks and menus.
"Thank you." She smiled
*Time Skip*
"Thank you for your patronage." the waitress spoke as Theresa and Peter left.
"I know. Do you...want to come back to my place?" Peter asked
"What're you thinking...?" Peter teased
"You aren't going to be taking advantage of me, are you?" She half joked
"Only if you want me too." Peter answered
And they were both surprised at his seriously he was talking
"I err..." Peter blushed
"... You naught boy you." She smirked
"Can you blame me?" Peter chuckled
"A bit." She shrugged, turning away
"I'm sorry if I was too forward." Peter apologised "I'm not normally like that!"
"It's alright...I kinda liked it." Theresa smiled
"I... Huh?"
"It's nice..." Theresa smiled
"... Me being forward?"
"Yeah, people are scared to ask me out because of my powers, people are frightened of people with Acoustikinesis."Theresa answered
"... What?" Peter asked "What's Acoustikinesis?"
"Voice manipulation...You know Black Bolt, my father and myself? THAT is Acoustikinesis." Theresa answered
"Ah." He nodded
"I'd like to go to your home again Peter." Theresa smiled
"Okay." He nodded, smiling... And then she kissed him
"Hmm..." Peter was taken by surprise but he was happy to accept it...though there was people whooping seeing the two kissing in public.
But the two ignored them, holding each other close
"I think this is a Saint Patrick's Day to remember..." Theresa smiled
"And I think...It's gonna grow strong." Peter smiled
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