[ Not all white spidermen are Peter Parker okay. But this one absolutely is. He's not blonde and he's not old, though he is - bleeding? No, he was bleeding at some point, but if landing on a thug face first did any more damage it's not obvious. Other than the obvious wooziness anyway. HIs suit would be sweet as hell if it weren't also super screwed up right now. Pete's had a bad day. He could really use a slightly less bad one right now.
He's not sure he's getting one just yet, given he seems to be face to face with ... uh. Who the hell is he face to face with? A Spider-Man, Definitely, but in a costume he's never seen, and with a voice he's never heard before. He jolts back a bit - and promptly bangs his head on the back of the alleyway. Damn it, his head hurts. It hurts in a way that's all squiggly and warped and he's pretty sure he's smelling colors or something right now. ]
I - uh - walking, sure, that sounds great.
[ He says, but as soon as he stands the world decides it would rather be sideways instead. Okay. You do you, world. Just hate him like that. The squiggle pain vision is still tugging at him, telling him to look, here, look at this guy. Look at him. Look at him.
(Forgive him for the delay, Miles. It's really hard to think through spider-senses and a concussion.) ]
Wait - waitaminute. You're like me?
[ Somehow he manages to say that to Miles' face and not the ground, despite said ground stubbornly trying to get Peter to collapse on it again. He could probably use a ride, at least until his healing factor can take care of the concussion. ]
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He's not sure he's getting one just yet, given he seems to be face to face with ... uh. Who the hell is he face to face with? A Spider-Man, Definitely, but in a costume he's never seen, and with a voice he's never heard before. He jolts back a bit - and promptly bangs his head on the back of the alleyway. Damn it, his head hurts. It hurts in a way that's all squiggly and warped and he's pretty sure he's smelling colors or something right now. ]
I - uh - walking, sure, that sounds great.
[ He says, but as soon as he stands the world decides it would rather be sideways instead. Okay. You do you, world. Just hate him like that. The squiggle pain vision is still tugging at him, telling him to look, here, look at this guy. Look at him. Look at him.
(Forgive him for the delay, Miles. It's really hard to think through spider-senses and a concussion.) ]
Wait - waitaminute. You're like me?
[ Somehow he manages to say that to Miles' face and not the ground, despite said ground stubbornly trying to get Peter to collapse on it again. He could probably use a ride, at least until his healing factor can take care of the concussion. ]