Hmm, I think I’ll call it “closeted.” Hope this is okay! I figure I can stretch my own definitions, right?
"Shit," Peter muttered, sliding his back down against the door until he was seated. Really, he should have been paying more attention to his surroundings, but he’d been so focused on getting that perfect shot of Gwen with the dogwood flowers in the background that Flash and Co. had sidelined him easily.
His shoulder ached from where it’d struck the metal shelf of the supply closet he’d been forced into. And really, locking him in a room was the best they could come up with? Kids these days were severely lacking ingenuity.
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