[ Peter used to think of his double-life as this impermeable binary, like being Peter Parker and being Spider-Man were just destined to be mutually exclusive. But while perishing this way of thinking hasn't changed his "Parker luck," it's certainly improved his ability to roll with the punches. Whatever Felicia sees in him is as much Peter as it is good old Spider... but that also took Peter a long time to see, too. Because of this understanding, he hardly begrudges her for it: the clear frustration she carries (in more ways than one) that helps motivate all the tension between them. ]
Uh, not the worst mental to image to have right now. Not by a mile.
[ Also not a complaint, as Felicia's bound to realize. At least she has some time to think about it while she's doing her thing. ]
Dang. Remind me to get myself one of these.
[ He's geeking out over a fancy smokebomb while clinging to the ceiling, which he does with the ease of a spider (who'd have thought?). While Felicia performs a Mission Impossible routine through the laser grid, Peter maneuvers without nearly as much care. He can't help being distracted by how graceful she can be. Not to mention... limber. And she's taking the lion's share of the infiltration, here, but she sure as hell makes it look easy. He drops down onto the floor beside her when he makes it across.
Further distraction beforehand and Peter would've crawled straight into a laser, for sure... and the mask is really the only thing allowing him to save face, because underneath, he can't help a bewildered expression. It almost takes him a minute to even process her question as a result, and his answer sounds abrupt after such a delay. ]
Yeah, good! Very. Well done, Cat.
And now it's a cakewalk to the egg, which we hopefully haven't been beaten to.
But considering everything else in there... behave, and we'll make it two dates.
[ He'll see even less of his wallet in the process, but at least he'll be one holepunch closer to a free drink! Also, he's totally not making the offer simply because of what he just saw. ]
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Uh, not the worst mental to image to have right now. Not by a mile.
[ Also not a complaint, as Felicia's bound to realize. At least she has some time to think about it while she's doing her thing. ]
Dang. Remind me to get myself one of these.
[ He's geeking out over a fancy smokebomb while clinging to the ceiling, which he does with the ease of a spider (who'd have thought?). While Felicia performs a Mission Impossible routine through the laser grid, Peter maneuvers without nearly as much care. He can't help being distracted by how graceful she can be. Not to mention... limber. And she's taking the lion's share of the infiltration, here, but she sure as hell makes it look easy. He drops down onto the floor beside her when he makes it across.
Further distraction beforehand and Peter would've crawled straight into a laser, for sure... and the mask is really the only thing allowing him to save face, because underneath, he can't help a bewildered expression. It almost takes him a minute to even process her question as a result, and his answer sounds abrupt after such a delay. ]
Yeah, good! Very. Well done, Cat.
And now it's a cakewalk to the egg, which we hopefully haven't been beaten to.
But considering everything else in there... behave, and we'll make it two dates.
[ He'll see even less of his wallet in the process, but at least he'll be one holepunch closer to a free drink!
Also, he's totally not making the offer simply because of what he just saw.]