[ Nerd that he is (that being a curse more eternal than any symbiote), Peter wishes people paid more attention in class. Surely Ultron wouldn't have happened if the whole "Monkey's Paw" thing stuck a little more? In any case, Peter's all too familiar with the willful disregard for any cautionary tale. He sees it all the time, and not just with Felicia. Wade rings a bell, and Peter's silently relieved nothing here calls for Deadpool's expertise.
Finesse is what's required, and Felicia has it in spades... for all the headaches that may bring.
Time to forestall the one about coffee: ]
I dunno, you're not missing much. Half those mochas had a cardboard aftertaste.
If this goes well, we're hitting one with high ratings on Yelp.
[ Then he listens on as she speaks of a past break-in, and almost scoffs at the confession. But he does realize the admission is better than it sounds: it means the whole operation is doable. Sure, the perpetual tug o' war between them - a push and pull of "will they or won't they" - keeps Peter coming back, all of it motivated by the things they do have in common, the things they both can understand without it all being compounded by secret identities. But there's this, too-- when it matters, he can count on Felicia to take them where they need to go, come hell or high water.
A double-cross when they get there is a different story, and Peter's certainly been burned before, but. One thing at a time. ]
Something of Doom's, then? I-- oh, dammit. I think I'll cut you a break for that one.
[ He can't believe he's saying it, but that can't be doing Doom favors in the long run. The antique sword being gone might also prevent Doom from terrorizing the area for it. So, dear god... ethical theft? Peter wants to perish the thought before he gives himself a bigger migraine. More pressing matters, anyway, as he hears Felicia appraise her own schematics. ]
Got it, Cat. Lead the way.
But understand, I will be watching you. Closely. From behind.
[ And he reads into his own words because frankly, he's kinda down bad. ]
no subject
Finesse is what's required, and Felicia has it in spades... for all the headaches that may bring.
Time to forestall the one about coffee: ]
I dunno, you're not missing much. Half those mochas had a cardboard aftertaste.
If this goes well, we're hitting one with high ratings on Yelp.
[ Then he listens on as she speaks of a past break-in, and almost scoffs at the confession. But he does realize the admission is better than it sounds: it means the whole operation is doable. Sure, the perpetual tug o' war between them - a push and pull of "will they or won't they" - keeps Peter coming back, all of it motivated by the things they do have in common, the things they both can understand without it all being compounded by secret identities. But there's this, too-- when it matters, he can count on Felicia to take them where they need to go, come hell or high water.
A double-cross when they get there is a different story, and Peter's certainly been burned before, but. One thing at a time. ]
Something of Doom's, then? I-- oh, dammit. I think I'll cut you a break for that one.
[ He can't believe he's saying it, but that can't be doing Doom favors in the long run. The antique sword being gone might also prevent Doom from terrorizing the area for it. So, dear god... ethical theft? Peter wants to perish the thought before he gives himself a bigger migraine. More pressing matters, anyway, as he hears Felicia appraise her own schematics. ]
Got it, Cat. Lead the way.
But understand, I will be watching you. Closely. From behind.
[ And he reads into his own words because frankly, he's kinda down bad. ]
But not like that. I just mean keeping vigilant!