[ Peter's just happy the mask was something he thought of before becoming Spider-Man in the first place. Historically, navigating vents with a mask on has spared him from a sneeze fest that would kill any hope of stealth. How else could he listen in on the machinations of mooks who never think to check the vents? At least tonight, nobody seemed present to listen for the hushed exchanges between Peter and Felicia, who hover over a grated opening. ]
Your help? I invited you.
[ There's a hint of amusement in his voice, and he can't help it. He can pretend all day that he's begrudgingly dragging Felicia into these kinds of missions, that this is all a drag that'll inevitably raise his blood pressure, but there's an undeniable thrill Felicia brings to everything. Peter sometimes wishes he could embrace that attitude, cut loose in his own way, but he always worries that'll lead to the kind of road he'd never return from - the aforementioned temptations never more saliently embodied than by the Venom symbiote. ]
Tried gray before. Doesn't beat the red and blue.
[ Though with that, he's just making a dig at the Spider-Armor he put on one time. What? It was just super tacky in hindsight. But yes, he's deflecting the issue of morality here - what Felicia's trying to do by being the most morally gray Jiminy Cricket - by instead taking it literally.
He flips down onto the floor and follows Felicia to the elevator shaft, anticipating the necessary trip into the museum's sublevels. ]
You saw those flips, right? 'Cause I am the pinnacle of style, so just worry about yourself.
But if you support me, I guess I'll support you... even if I don't like it.
[ He steps ahead of Felicia, feeling no need to announce what he's about to do. Sinking both hands between the elevator doors, he then pries them open with ease. Despite the show of spectacular spider-strength yet again, he exercises great care to do so as quietly as possible. What his actions reveal is a dark descent to their destination, but nothing either of them haven't seen in their time. In acknowledgment of the drop, Peter extends an arm to Felicia, while his opposite hand points a webshooter towards the shaft's ceiling. ]
Grab on? Though to clarify, this is not something I don't like.
[ But he clearly won't admit outright to saying he'll like it. ]
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Your help? I invited you.
[ There's a hint of amusement in his voice, and he can't help it. He can pretend all day that he's begrudgingly dragging Felicia into these kinds of missions, that this is all a drag that'll inevitably raise his blood pressure, but there's an undeniable thrill Felicia brings to everything. Peter sometimes wishes he could embrace that attitude, cut loose in his own way, but he always worries that'll lead to the kind of road he'd never return from - the aforementioned temptations never more saliently embodied than by the Venom symbiote. ]
Tried gray before. Doesn't beat the red and blue.
[ Though with that, he's just making a dig at the Spider-Armor he put on one time. What? It was just super tacky in hindsight. But yes, he's deflecting the issue of morality here - what Felicia's trying to do by being the most morally gray Jiminy Cricket - by instead taking it literally.
He flips down onto the floor and follows Felicia to the elevator shaft, anticipating the necessary trip into the museum's sublevels. ]
You saw those flips, right? 'Cause I am the pinnacle of style, so just worry about yourself.
But if you support me, I guess I'll support you... even if I don't like it.
[ He steps ahead of Felicia, feeling no need to announce what he's about to do. Sinking both hands between the elevator doors, he then pries them open with ease. Despite the show of spectacular spider-strength yet again, he exercises great care to do so as quietly as possible. What his actions reveal is a dark descent to their destination, but nothing either of them haven't seen in their time. In acknowledgment of the drop, Peter extends an arm to Felicia, while his opposite hand points a webshooter towards the shaft's ceiling. ]
Grab on? Though to clarify, this is not something I don't like.
[ But he clearly won't admit outright to saying he'll like it. ]