[ Yeah, uh. Neither of them can talk about realism here, just saying. He could go on, but there's food here, and like any good spider child, his appetite is ferocious.
What does Peter want in his burrito? Uh, anything and everything, thanks. He's suitably impressed by the huge thing that Miles hands off to him - and even more pleased with the contents. When he takes his first bite, he looks about like he's died of bliss or something. ]
Dude. I believe you. This is amazing.
[ It probably has something to do with the fact that he's only had those chocolate bars for the last twenty-four hours, but. That's also a damn good burrito. Familiar too? He looks up at the building ... ]
I think this place got wrecked in the first alien invasion.
So does that happen a lot where you're from? Alien invasions and all that?
[ He keeps mentioning it and Miles is starting to wonder if he needs to start preparing himself for ET to come knocking at New York's door. Then again, maybe that only happens in universes with those Avengers dudes on the job. More heroes means there's more trouble to deal with, right?
Maybe it's a good thing he's the only guy coming up to bat for the city now. ]
It feels busy enough dealing with muggers and the big bads without dealing with alien stuff, too. Isn't it too much?
[ In less than ten years, no less, which is frankly kind of ridiculous. If Miles wants more details he'll gladly oblige? Not that either of them could possibly prevent an alien invasion, but maybe there's something Miles could do here. Especially if things are relatively quiet otherwise.
(Well, for certain definitions of "quiet.")
He keeps eating as they walk, though he has to slow a bit as Miles asks that question. For a moment, a vulnerable, exhausted look passes over his face. ]
It - kind of is. Now that I have to deal with it. When it was just muggers and bike thieves, I thought I was bored. Then everything got crazy and all I really wanted to do was be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man again.
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What does Peter want in his burrito? Uh, anything and everything, thanks. He's suitably impressed by the huge thing that Miles hands off to him - and even more pleased with the contents. When he takes his first bite, he looks about like he's died of bliss or something. ]
Dude. I believe you. This is amazing.
[ It probably has something to do with the fact that he's only had those chocolate bars for the last twenty-four hours, but. That's also a damn good burrito. Familiar too? He looks up at the building ... ]
I think this place got wrecked in the first alien invasion.
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[ He keeps mentioning it and Miles is starting to wonder if he needs to start preparing himself for ET to come knocking at New York's door. Then again, maybe that only happens in universes with those Avengers dudes on the job. More heroes means there's more trouble to deal with, right?
Maybe it's a good thing he's the only guy coming up to bat for the city now. ]
It feels busy enough dealing with muggers and the big bads without dealing with alien stuff, too. Isn't it too much?
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[ In less than ten years, no less, which is frankly kind of ridiculous. If Miles wants more details he'll gladly oblige? Not that either of them could possibly prevent an alien invasion, but maybe there's something Miles could do here. Especially if things are relatively quiet otherwise.
(Well, for certain definitions of "quiet.")
He keeps eating as they walk, though he has to slow a bit as Miles asks that question. For a moment, a vulnerable, exhausted look passes over his face. ]
It - kind of is. Now that I have to deal with it. When it was just muggers and bike thieves, I thought I was bored. Then everything got crazy and all I really wanted to do was be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man again.