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(... Bye

Now she's the one pulling the blanket over herself, disappearing completely under it. It was VERY hard to sit still for this, Peter, you gotta give a girl some time between movies, she doesn't even know!!!)

Edited 2025-06-11 22:12 (UTC)

(The goggles go up on her forehead so she can locate him, gesturing with her head so he can finally get to her level. Man, must be fun to be him right now. This place has graffiti pretty much everywhere, but getting there was awful. She's never been more jealous.)

If I did, then hell, I'm probably the best closed-eyed-map-drawer in the world, because you made it. Just get down here, I got my workshop.

(Meaning: SCIENCE CAN HAPPEN.)

Sure they do! Sometimes. Today worked out fine, if you ask me.

[It was only a little stressful.

After a moment, though, he crosses his legs and leans in on his hands.]

Do I have to drop that you said you care about me, too?

[C:]

Hey!

[He gives the lump under his blanket the most restrained little shove in the history of ever.]

... I'm not a dog, for the record; I've got object permeance.

I'm getting there! Just keep saying stuff 'til I get to your voice.

[He doesn't actually need her to do that, but he figures he can give her something to do while he makes his way closer. At some point, expect to be jumpscared by a man in a blue and red spider-suit as he flips onto the scene.

Dramatically! With a hero landing!]

X marks the spot!

Do spiders?

(She's got a point. A great point, even.

One of the greatest thing about Peter being one, though, is that she can't really hurt him, so the kick she give him from under the blankets so he falls on the mattress is probably expected and painless.

Twig, etc.)

If it's going to make you really clicking-hells-type-of-happy. But only if.

(She's going to do one better, which is to turn up the music, which, well, it's better, okay? It's some rock and rap mix, and she stands to find another seat for him at her workstation, when he SUPER HERO LANDS.

Nice, nice!! It gets her to laugh.)

Hah, and in a lair of all places! Here, come here, I wanna show you stuff!

(She was gonna get a chair. Forgotten now as she takes his hand to excitedly show him around the main circle. A kid definitely lives here, very visible by the little drawings, and small paint handprints all over the place.)

Okay! So! I have my stuff now. We can upgrade the webshooter!

To you! He's going to monologue me, not you! You never even heard his monologues!

(You get a dad whose super villain power is the word, Peter!!! She grew up on it, okay. She can recite them all, and she will, so he suffers too.

But then she won't. He just hits her with that, and she has absolutely no idea how to respond. Look.)

... What about it? I'll take it back.

Do I look like I've got eight legs? Geez...!

[But yes, it's totally painless. He lets her kinda succeed in budging him, just to be nice.]

We'll save it for a special occasion.

... Maybe my birthday, or something. It's in August, so you'd better get your Shrek ears ready by then.

(Okay, she's fine, she can reemerge, probably, but she's stealing all the blankets.

The shit she does for you, Parker!!!)

Fine, fine. Pretty sure I can come up with something much cooler, but if that's what you want, okay.

(He's back to his normal self at least, and she's just relieved? Seeing Peter in depression mode is horrible, even if she can completely understand why he was in it in the first place.

She still wants to work on his bombs, the blueprints are somewhere in the room, and it's kind of late now. She's got an old man to take care of, it's always the same time, every day, so she looks at the time to check — yeah, she should probably get going.)

I should dip, I got an old man with a serious case of Zaun-river-water-in-the-eye to tend to. I'll... See you later, okay?

(But, hey, all her strength goes to leaving a kiss to his cheek before she stands. Maybe it bamboozles him enough that she can leave easily, through the window, like a normal person.)

I've handled plenty of monologues before.

[He holds his hands up in surrender.

The important thing is that, once again, he has prevented her from crashing out.

Victory.]

Hey, I'll say no more. [NO TAKEBACKS, JINX] ... You gonna be able to navigate with all that hair out?

Not from him. And someone killed him, so he's had extra time under the river to come up with a full book of Zaun Opera. Did I tell you his deal anyway?

(Not how it works, but still, if Peter wondered why he might be a little mad, there he has it. Not that Silco ever put it against her. Obviously not, it was an accident, she's perfect and has no accountability whatsoever on his part.

So.)

Takes me 30 minutes. You want to try or something?

[And bamboozle it does. Whatever stupid (likely dorky) quip he's about to offer her in return is immediately shut down faster than an airport TSA line at the sight of loose dry cell batteries. Does she even know what she did? Because Peter's still trying to figure out if it was some weird compulsion caused by a fever he clearly didn't clock.

Or — wait, does she like him?

hang on LET HIM THINK ABOUT IT - no thoughts found, error ERROR-

His mouth falls open and he stumbles over words as she starts off like a thief in the night.]

Uhh! [what????] You — yes? [what] Yeah, I'll...! [whaaaat] See you later! Beee... safe!

[SMOOTH, REAL SMOOTH.

SMOOTH-BRAINED, EVEN.]

[Gee, all this excitement about a new place and upgrading stuff. They can totally just pretend that kiss on the cheek didn't happen for a little while, right? Right. Instead he lets her drag him around by the hand, and when he pulls off his mask a set of deeply invested eyes trace around her hideaway. That, and he's got total mask hair again. Spider-Man should probably carry a hairbrush somewhere on him.

Isha is clearly the cutest kid ever, what with all these doodles, but he'll try to focus.]

And finally finish some web bomb designs!

Maybe I'll have to invest in a utility belt.

... I think I've heard bits and pieces...

[A refresher would definitely do him some good.

Looking at the mess of hair, he winces.]

I've made friendship bracelets before. Is that close enough to braiding hair?

Pay attention!

(Here's a strand of hair she separates in three, her fingers looping them as slow as she can manage when there's the speed of muscle memory to fight against. Then, she just undoes it, moving to separate her hair in two so she can get started on one side.

He wants to take the other one, eh, fine, she's not putting a whole lot of faith in it. Silco took forever to learn, so she's going to be confused if he does a passable job in his first time.)

Okay. You know the whoooole gist, Piltover gets the progress and wealth, we get the scraps and lack of dignity. Silco, Vander and my mom were working to make Zaun independent, so we could stop slapping each other and begging. Revolution happens, or, er, doesn't. My mom, dead, dad, dead, Silco mad, Vander mad, they blame each other, Vander drowns Silco a little bit in our filthy, toxic river. Silco goes underground, Vander kinda takes over the Lanes, except he's folding left and right, soooooo. The rest, you've seen. Vander dies, we take over, blahblahblah, trust no one.

(Yeah, she's not staying for his crisis.

)

(She has one somewhere in the mess that is her workshop. Or in the bathtub. Somewhere. She's not looking at him right now, at least, she's too hyper to just drag him around. She's experienced some of his world, now he can experience a little bit of hers too. That's super exciting, okay?

So, she finishes off the tour of the lair, which is really just her going around the circle, he can get the idea of the stuff on the ledges. Fort, bathtub, stuff, grafitti in literally every surface.

Finally, she pipes down by where her bombs are.)

Exactly! I have that thing over there to repurpose.

(The shark head, aka her hex-missile shooter.)

Pass me the webshooter, sit on the desk, it's fine.

[He clumsily gets through some of a braid as he listens attentively. It's not exactly the most emotionally subtle retelling of miserable circumstances, but it's Jinx so it all checks out.]

Right... and I totally get all that. [He's super focused on the braid, but he's gonna talk through the process.] Trust no one, lots of dad drama, the river stuff. That all sucks. I just don't think your dad is doomed to stay the same forever.

Nobody is hopeless, not when they're able to care like he obviously cares about you.

You get my spare webshooter.

Because I have no clue what kind of weird stuff you're gonna do to it for extra giggles. [He slides over the webshooter that he'd brought, unrelated to the two he has on his wrist, and then hops up to sit criss-cross on the one spot not totally covered in plans or parts.] You're, like, full mad scientist mode right now.

For all I know, you're gonna install surprise firecrackers in there somewhere.

Or a speaker that says "Spider-Man is stinky", which hurts, because I wash this suit daily.

Whatever. Works.

(She's getting a webshooter, so, no reason to complain about which. The first thing is to dismantle it, so that's what she's working on with her own little tools that she has now, look at that, how fun.)

Spider-man isn't stinky, that's one quality he has going on, okay? Now! I'm putting in a surprise, but I'm going to make it shoot faster, so sooooooounds to me? You're winning right now, mad scientist or not.

[He watches with interest, letting her work without interrupting her process too much. It's kind of fun to watch other people work; it's like watching Ned program something, or MJ draw something. And, more distantly, it's like watching Tony scribbling on one of his futuristic-looking white boards while eating chips and throwing paper balls at a trash can. (What a specific memory.)]

Considering my luck most of the time, I definitely like winning.

... OH! And check this out! You gave me a little inspiration for something that may or may not be beneficial in the future. [He aims and switches between settles on the web-shooter on his wrist; when he fires, the web that flies and splats onto the nearest wall is glowing vibrantly.]

Glowstick web!

/Hey, darling.

Party at the manor incoming. Drinking game edition. See you with more details soon./

[He was in the middle of thinking about trying anime, so thanks for showing up.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You know there's a totally valid button on your earpiece that calls people, right?

/Too much effort.

Also, don't. Stick with the spaceships and science./

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