[ Generally, it'd only be right to be footed the bill, so he's also got no reason to complain. Not that he's very liquid at the moment, but the silver lining is that he's still getting himself some good coffee. And rewards points. It's not that he's grown to be caffeine dependent or something (another animal-themed vigilante has earned that reputation for no apparent reason), Peter's just... needed more pick-me-ups lately.
As he watches her work, though, the need for a pick-me-up becomes less imminent. Even with a mask on, he's having a hard time hiding his fascination as she runs through her schematics and produces those goggles. He looks away before she can notice him staring for too long, but the risk is minimal.
She's already on the mission, after all, grappling into the air. Spidey slings a web in pursuit, keeping pace right behind her. ]
Yeah, yeah. As long as Doom's inconvenienced, I'm not complaining.
[ They land in unison, like utterly synchronized dance partners. Peter hovers over her in wait, not selling shade as he's not standing in the way of the moonlight overhead. He's also trying really hard to pretend he wasn't staring at her ass the entire way here. But then the cleavage action just has to take place, leaving Peter with more to pretend he can ignore. He's gonna crouch like a spider as he tends to, but even more purposefully this time... if what it can do is hide any involuntary response to the sight.
But then her questions snap him back into focus. Though still crouched, he looks on at the fan and readies his webshooters. Then he stops, and motions forward to plant his two hands on the cover and yank it right off its place. Spectacular spider-strength, indeed, but not too much-- he gently places the thing on the floor to maintain some commitment to stealth. ]
What can I say? Don't wanna leave enough evidence to get another headline from the Bugle.
[ Though it's often a vain hope for Peter to think this won't be spun as "Spidey did it!" sooner or later. ]
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[ Generally, it'd only be right to be footed the bill, so he's also got no reason to complain. Not that he's very liquid at the moment, but the silver lining is that he's still getting himself some good coffee. And rewards points. It's not that he's grown to be caffeine dependent or something (another animal-themed vigilante has earned that reputation for no apparent reason), Peter's just... needed more pick-me-ups lately.
As he watches her work, though, the need for a pick-me-up becomes less imminent. Even with a mask on, he's having a hard time hiding his fascination as she runs through her schematics and produces those goggles. He looks away before she can notice him staring for too long, but the risk is minimal.
She's already on the mission, after all, grappling into the air. Spidey slings a web in pursuit, keeping pace right behind her. ]
Yeah, yeah. As long as Doom's inconvenienced, I'm not complaining.
[ They land in unison, like utterly synchronized dance partners. Peter hovers over her in wait, not selling shade as he's not standing in the way of the moonlight overhead. He's also trying really hard to pretend he wasn't staring at her ass the entire way here. But then the cleavage action just has to take place, leaving Peter with more to pretend he can ignore. He's gonna crouch like a spider as he tends to, but even more purposefully this time... if what it can do is hide any involuntary response to the sight.
But then her questions snap him back into focus. Though still crouched, he looks on at the fan and readies his webshooters. Then he stops, and motions forward to plant his two hands on the cover and yank it right off its place. Spectacular spider-strength, indeed, but not too much-- he gently places the thing on the floor to maintain some commitment to stealth. ]
What can I say? Don't wanna leave enough evidence to get another headline from the Bugle.
[ Though it's often a vain hope for Peter to think this won't be spun as "Spidey did it!" sooner or later. ]