[ Yeah, S.H.I.E.L.D. was one thing. The Avengers were another. But the free press? Never to be underestimated. Especially when it's the Big Apple's very own Daily Bugle on the hunt for more reasons to call Spider-Man a menace. What's the headline gonna be this time, Peter wonders? "SPIDER-MAN USES BAD DRAGON: HAVOC IN MANHATTAN." Importantly, no "k" instead of a "c" in "havoc." Can't have Spider-Man and X-Men slander mix. ]
Wallet's gonna regret this, but I don't care. I have a responsibility to this city, and a responsibility to Felicia.
[ Having hung up, Peter's just muttering to himself at this point. But Foom somehow caught that, and telepathically asks him what he just said. ]
Unrelated, Foom. Just some coffee stuff. Mostly.
[ And then Foom actually asks what is coffee. At least that's all that caught his attention. ]
You like spending a lot of time in some deep slumber, right? Then let's just say coffee's not for you!
[ Peter's got his eyes on the prize, still, swinging ever closer to the edge of the pier. But his commitment to making progress towards the rendezvous point means he isn't looking back over his shoulder. Because then he'd see that for all the rage Foom promised to rain down upon New York... he looks a little sad.
Are you sure you will not tell me? ]
Look Foom, we can have this conversation after you get your egg. And preferably when you're further out in the Atlantic Ocean.
[ The dragon is pleased. ]
Finally!
[ Indeed, one last swing and Peter lets go of the web at the apex of his momentum, backflipping as he descends to the side of the Spider-Mobile. After landing on his feet, he goes ahead and sprints to the end of the pier, though with his spider-endurance it feels more like a light jog. Foom, meanwhile, descends into the water just in front of the edge of the pier, where Felicia and the egg happen to be waiting.
Foom looms. With his feet on the floor of the river, he is only knee deep in it while standing upright. He crouches to not absolutely tower over Felicia, but creepily, he doesn't break eye contact the entire time. Eye contact with Felicia? Or--
No. The egg.
Placed beside you is something of mine, Foom says. Though directed at Felicia, Peter can somehow hear it as he's making his way to the edge.
When Peter finally reaches Felicia, it becomes quite easy to imagine his relief beneath the mask. He sighs, not from the sprint, but from the blissful understanding that New York just might live to get attacked by something else another day. ]
Cat-- thanks for holding on to that. I really really owe you.
[ So then he turns to beseech Foom, looking up at the colossal dragon as he stands on the edge of the pier. Peter had also reached down to pick up the egg, and now holds it high like its destiny is to rule Pride Rock. ]
Well, Foom? Take it! It's yours!
[ And so... Foom does. Foom reaches down with his inestimable hand to collect the egg between the tips of his thumb and index finger. Delicately, he lifts the egg away from Peter's hands, only to take it to eye level, carefully appraising the artifact. ]
Nothing but gel protein and a calcified embryo. That's my theory, Cat, but--
[ Foom just throws the thing into his scaly maw. Starts chewing. Choppers that have converged, even key Avengers personnel now waiting by the Spider-Mobile, are all present to bear witness alongside the Cat and the Spider.
The pleasure this brings to Foom releases a telepathic signal everyone in the vicinity can hear in their minds. The first sound is almost too loud in everybody's heads.
Aaaaah... aged to perfection since the twilight of the Qing dynasty, mystic preservatives cultivated by the finest artisans in K'un-Lun... this is everything I have ever wanted, and more.
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Wallet's gonna regret this, but I don't care. I have a responsibility to this city, and a responsibility to Felicia.
[ Having hung up, Peter's just muttering to himself at this point. But Foom somehow caught that, and telepathically asks him what he just said. ]
Unrelated, Foom. Just some coffee stuff. Mostly.
[ And then Foom actually asks what is coffee. At least that's all that caught his attention. ]
You like spending a lot of time in some deep slumber, right? Then let's just say coffee's not for you!
[ Peter's got his eyes on the prize, still, swinging ever closer to the edge of the pier. But his commitment to making progress towards the rendezvous point means he isn't looking back over his shoulder. Because then he'd see that for all the rage Foom promised to rain down upon New York... he looks a little sad.
Are you sure you will not tell me? ]
Look Foom, we can have this conversation after you get your egg. And preferably when you're further out in the Atlantic Ocean.
[ The dragon is pleased. ]
Finally!
[ Indeed, one last swing and Peter lets go of the web at the apex of his momentum, backflipping as he descends to the side of the Spider-Mobile. After landing on his feet, he goes ahead and sprints to the end of the pier, though with his spider-endurance it feels more like a light jog. Foom, meanwhile, descends into the water just in front of the edge of the pier, where Felicia and the egg happen to be waiting.
Foom looms. With his feet on the floor of the river, he is only knee deep in it while standing upright. He crouches to not absolutely tower over Felicia, but creepily, he doesn't break eye contact the entire time. Eye contact with Felicia? Or--
No. The egg.
Placed beside you is something of mine, Foom says. Though directed at Felicia, Peter can somehow hear it as he's making his way to the edge.
When Peter finally reaches Felicia, it becomes quite easy to imagine his relief beneath the mask. He sighs, not from the sprint, but from the blissful understanding that New York just might live to get attacked by something else another day. ]
Cat-- thanks for holding on to that. I really really owe you.
[ So then he turns to beseech Foom, looking up at the colossal dragon as he stands on the edge of the pier. Peter had also reached down to pick up the egg, and now holds it high like its destiny is to rule Pride Rock. ]
Well, Foom? Take it! It's yours!
[ And so... Foom does. Foom reaches down with his inestimable hand to collect the egg between the tips of his thumb and index finger. Delicately, he lifts the egg away from Peter's hands, only to take it to eye level, carefully appraising the artifact. ]
Nothing but gel protein and a calcified embryo. That's my theory, Cat, but--
[ Foom just throws the thing into his scaly maw. Starts chewing. Choppers that have converged, even key Avengers personnel now waiting by the Spider-Mobile, are all present to bear witness alongside the Cat and the Spider.
The pleasure this brings to Foom releases a telepathic signal everyone in the vicinity can hear in their minds. The first sound is almost too loud in everybody's heads.
Aaaaah... aged to perfection since the twilight of the Qing dynasty, mystic preservatives cultivated by the finest artisans in K'un-Lun... this is everything I have ever wanted, and more.
THE FINEST CHOCOLATE! ]