[ Every time he hears that telltale clang of Peter clipping a fire escape Miles winces and looks back to make sure he's alright. He doesn't look like he's glitching out, yet, which is a relief. Peter looks like he's been through enough without having to deal with the whole... atoms decaying thing. For the most part things seem pretty peaceful and he finds himself easily dividing his attention between navigating and keeping an eye out to make sure no one's paying close attention to the air above their heads. The last thing either of them needs is for Peter's face to get spread across some weird tabloid site.
Visions is quiet, only a few lights on in the dorms from students who didn't go home on the weekend for whatever reason. Miles hops inside, pulling off his mask again and turning on the light on the way over to his dresser. There are action figures on the desk, some Spider-Man comics spread out alongside a notebook covered in distinctive graffiti art. The room is becoming more comfortable now that he's finding his stride and it shows. ]
I think I got some stuff that might fit you, hold on. [ It takes a little rummaging but eventually he comes up victorious. He tosses Peter some pants with an elastic waist (not sweats, Miles isn't that cruel) along with a few shirts and hoodies so he can pick something that he likes. He also sends a quick text to May, letting her know that he's going to be dropping by with a guest real soon. ]
So, how long have you been doing the whole Spider-Man gig? Since you're the veteran and all.
[ He's fine, he's fine. Any new bruises at this point are just going to blend in with the rest, so. Whatever. There is also a distinct lack of glitches, when he probably should have had one by now? That could mean any number of things, frankly, but for now, at least, it means Peter isn't actively dying without a clear way home. Small mercies.
By the time they get to the dorm, Peter is a little less awkward, at least. And he is a goddamn pro at sneaking into bedrooms without making any noise at all. He slips in after Miles, shutting the window behind him. And taking a moment to look at the ... comics? Action figures? Uh. He sort of stares at them for a moment, distracted, until Miles hands him the clothes. Yeah, this will work. It helps that Peter is still pretty small and slim at this age, so there's less difference between their builds compared to other Peters.
The suit, meanwhile, is an absolute goddamn wreck. He winces as he peels off pieces of it; some parts are gonna be unsalvageable, he can already tell. Nanomachines are so cool until you run out of them and pieces of your suit are kind of built with them. ]
I - uh - [ math is hard right now, it takes him a moment ] - like, a year? Maybe a little less. I got bit and did some stuff on my own, and then the Avengers showed up, and I sort of joined them?
That's cool. I wish I'd had a chance to figure myself out before I got thrown into the fight. Doing a leap of faith into hero stuff after having powers for, like, two days was tough.
[ Miles pulls on his own civilian disguise. Which mostly means shorts, a hoodie and a coat over his suit. Who knows if he might have to do some heroing on the way to May's house? Plus no one has ever looked at him and assumed he was hiding a super suit. People see what they want to, and people in NYC tend to ignore anything that isn't actively trying to murder them. ]
Stupid question. What're the Avengers?
[ The whole name sounds pretty ominous, what are they avenging? But they can't be bad if Peter's joined up with them. ]
Two days? Seriously? I was still in bed two days after I got bit.
[ Pete's poor suit is too trashed to wear. Frankly he's still a mess right now, but less of one with clean clothes. He wordlessly asks Miles for permission before borrowing a bag from somewhere in the room, stuffing wayward suit fragments into it. There. That's all he can do for now. The webshooter he'll hold onto until he's either settled or Miles asks for it back. Man, he's going to have to find a place to make more web fluid, isn't he? He could try Avengers Tower, except -- ]
--What? You don't know who the Avengers are?
[ A horrified pause. ]
Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow? Thor? Any of those ringing a bell?
Yeah, except I kept sticking to everything. Including Gwen's hair. And I kept sweating, it was kinda gross.
[ He passes Peter a candy bar from Ganke's emergency stash as he gets his suit packed up. If he hasn't eaten in a day then he's got to be starving. And, let's be real, chocolate makes everything better. Including crash landing in a different universe. Especially that.
He shrugs and shakes his head. ]
Nope, no bells ringing. Maybe they just haven't gotten their powers yet?
Yeah, the sticking's a huge problem. You have to, like, completely relax.
[ No recognition at all at the mention of Gwen. He is desperately grateful for the candy bar though. Chocolate is amazing even when he isn't half-starved. When did he last eat? This morning? However long ago that was ...
He swallows, awkwardly. More horror in his face now. ]
Dude, that's bad. They're like the number one experts in weirdness where I'm from. If they don't exist here...
Hey, don't freak out. I know this isn't great but I think the person we're going to see might be able to help us. She's kind of an expert in weirdness.
[ May Parker seems like the kind of lady who knows a lot more than she ever lets on. She knew Doc Ock, was able to build him webshooters in less than a day. Maybe she wasn't a quantum physicist but maybe she knows someone who is.
You know what? This calls for more candy. He pushes another candy bar into Peter's hands and makes a mental note to resupply before Ganke comes back on monday. ]
It's gonna be okay, I'm not gonna leave you hanging. You'll get home.
[ An expert on weirdness who isn't affiliated with the Avengers? He still looks unsure, but. Despite having only known Miles for an hour, tops, he feels like he can trust this guy. And if Miles thinks there's an adult who can get him out of this weirdness, he can at least try not to freak out. (He's not even 100% sure if he can go home if he's dead? That's - a conversation for his future self to deal with. If he thinks about that too hard he'll probably melt down.) ]
All right, all right. You're the expert here. And you've been super helpful so far.
[ He's gonna eat this second candy bar, sorry Ganke. ]
Or this could be the start of his supervillain origin story. Miles might have to buy him some fancy snacks to protect the city from his wrath. ]
Spider-men gotta stick together, right? We'll figure it out.
[ Once Peter has all his stuff together Miles leads the way out of the dorm, this time on foot. There's an amazing little burrito place near the subway that, in his opinion, is the best one in Brooklyn. ]
So... what kind of powers do they have? The Avengers, I mean.
[ Sorry for making a chocolate-powered supervillain out of your roommate, Miles. He'll make it up to you someday.
He follows behind Miles, bag slung over his shoulder, looking up at the city as they walk. It's definitely Brooklyn, and he recognizes a decent number of landmarks? And then he'll see something that reminds him that no, this definitely isn't home - starting with this burrito place, which he's pretty sure shut down a couple years ago? He's more of a Queens guy, but the two boroughs are close enough (and his love of burritos is strong enough) that he's been here a few times. He's gawking when Miles asks that question, in fact, so he jolts a little. ]
All kinds of stuff. Mr. Stark is mostly just rich and smart, but he built his Iron Man suit himself, and it's amazing. Captain America's a super soldier from the 1940s, Black Widow has taser weapons kind of like your venom strike, and Thor's an alien who's the literal god of thunder.
[ The topic is a good distraction; he can't help but brighten when talking about them. He's an Avenger with these people. That will never not be cool. ]
[ Miles listens as Peter talks about the heroes from his world. So a rich dude, an action grandpa from the 40s, a badass lady and an alien? Sounds kind of weird. But, then again they both got bitten by radioactive spiders and got superpowers from the experience instead of a weird disease so who is he to judge?
Plus Peter seems to like them and the while spidey sense wouldn't let him hang around dangerous people, right? It was a pretty good evil jerk detector.
And in the meantime, he orders two deluxe burritos in a rapid-fire mix of spanish and english, occasionally stopping to ask Peter what he wants for filling before launching right back in. Once they're done he hands off a bulging burrito to Peter. ]
Here, told you I'd hook you up. Juan makes the best burritos in Brooklyn, you know.
[ 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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Visions is quiet, only a few lights on in the dorms from students who didn't go home on the weekend for whatever reason. Miles hops inside, pulling off his mask again and turning on the light on the way over to his dresser. There are action figures on the desk, some Spider-Man comics spread out alongside a notebook covered in distinctive graffiti art. The room is becoming more comfortable now that he's finding his stride and it shows. ]
I think I got some stuff that might fit you, hold on. [ It takes a little rummaging but eventually he comes up victorious. He tosses Peter some pants with an elastic waist (not sweats, Miles isn't that cruel) along with a few shirts and hoodies so he can pick something that he likes. He also sends a quick text to May, letting her know that he's going to be dropping by with a guest real soon. ]
So, how long have you been doing the whole Spider-Man gig? Since you're the veteran and all.
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By the time they get to the dorm, Peter is a little less awkward, at least. And he is a goddamn pro at sneaking into bedrooms without making any noise at all. He slips in after Miles, shutting the window behind him. And taking a moment to look at the ... comics? Action figures? Uh. He sort of stares at them for a moment, distracted, until Miles hands him the clothes. Yeah, this will work. It helps that Peter is still pretty small and slim at this age, so there's less difference between their builds compared to other Peters.
The suit, meanwhile, is an absolute goddamn wreck. He winces as he peels off pieces of it; some parts are gonna be unsalvageable, he can already tell. Nanomachines are so cool until you run out of them and pieces of your suit are kind of built with them. ]
I - uh - [ math is hard right now, it takes him a moment ] - like, a year? Maybe a little less. I got bit and did some stuff on my own, and then the Avengers showed up, and I sort of joined them?
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[ Miles pulls on his own civilian disguise. Which mostly means shorts, a hoodie and a coat over his suit. Who knows if he might have to do some heroing on the way to May's house? Plus no one has ever looked at him and assumed he was hiding a super suit. People see what they want to, and people in NYC tend to ignore anything that isn't actively trying to murder them. ]
Stupid question. What're the Avengers?
[ The whole name sounds pretty ominous, what are they avenging? But they can't be bad if Peter's joined up with them. ]
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[ Pete's poor suit is too trashed to wear. Frankly he's still a mess right now, but less of one with clean clothes. He wordlessly asks Miles for permission before borrowing a bag from somewhere in the room, stuffing wayward suit fragments into it. There. That's all he can do for now. The webshooter he'll hold onto until he's either settled or Miles asks for it back. Man, he's going to have to find a place to make more web fluid, isn't he? He could try Avengers Tower, except -- ]
--What? You don't know who the Avengers are?
[ A horrified pause. ]
Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow? Thor? Any of those ringing a bell?
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[ He passes Peter a candy bar from Ganke's emergency stash as he gets his suit packed up. If he hasn't eaten in a day then he's got to be starving. And, let's be real, chocolate makes everything better. Including crash landing in a different universe. Especially that.
He shrugs and shakes his head. ]
Nope, no bells ringing. Maybe they just haven't gotten their powers yet?
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[ No recognition at all at the mention of Gwen. He is desperately grateful for the candy bar though. Chocolate is amazing even when he isn't half-starved. When did he last eat? This morning? However long ago that was ...
He swallows, awkwardly. More horror in his face now. ]
Dude, that's bad. They're like the number one experts in weirdness where I'm from. If they don't exist here...
[ How the hell is he getting home? ]
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[ May Parker seems like the kind of lady who knows a lot more than she ever lets on. She knew Doc Ock, was able to build him webshooters in less than a day. Maybe she wasn't a quantum physicist but maybe she knows someone who is.
You know what? This calls for more candy. He pushes another candy bar into Peter's hands and makes a mental note to resupply before Ganke comes back on monday. ]
It's gonna be okay, I'm not gonna leave you hanging. You'll get home.
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All right, all right. You're the expert here. And you've been super helpful so far.
[ He's gonna eat this second candy bar, sorry Ganke. ]
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Probably.
Or this could be the start of his supervillain origin story. Miles might have to buy him some fancy snacks to protect the city from his wrath. ]
Spider-men gotta stick together, right? We'll figure it out.
[ Once Peter has all his stuff together Miles leads the way out of the dorm, this time on foot. There's an amazing little burrito place near the subway that, in his opinion, is the best one in Brooklyn. ]
So... what kind of powers do they have? The Avengers, I mean.
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He follows behind Miles, bag slung over his shoulder, looking up at the city as they walk. It's definitely Brooklyn, and he recognizes a decent number of landmarks? And then he'll see something that reminds him that no, this definitely isn't home - starting with this burrito place, which he's pretty sure shut down a couple years ago? He's more of a Queens guy, but the two boroughs are close enough (and his love of burritos is strong enough) that he's been here a few times. He's gawking when Miles asks that question, in fact, so he jolts a little. ]
All kinds of stuff. Mr. Stark is mostly just rich and smart, but he built his Iron Man suit himself, and it's amazing. Captain America's a super soldier from the 1940s, Black Widow has taser weapons kind of like your venom strike, and Thor's an alien who's the literal god of thunder.
[ The topic is a good distraction; he can't help but brighten when talking about them. He's an Avenger with these people. That will never not be cool. ]
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Plus Peter seems to like them and the while spidey sense wouldn't let him hang around dangerous people, right? It was a pretty good evil jerk detector.
And in the meantime, he orders two deluxe burritos in a rapid-fire mix of spanish and english, occasionally stopping to ask Peter what he wants for filling before launching right back in. Once they're done he hands off a bulging burrito to Peter. ]
Here, told you I'd hook you up. Juan makes the best burritos in Brooklyn, you know.
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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.