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What makes you think I can fly? Who can even fly? Can you fly?

(sure, there are all types of things in this place, but flight happens to be one that went right over her head in the realm of possibilities. she's still not even sure if she buys him being TACKY completely, her hand moving to squeeze his arm with no explanation as to why.

it was just to see if it would be impossible to take it away after.)

Take me up to the top of a building, and then we take it from there.

Edited (that moment when dwtools eats your space) 2025-03-13 19:00 (UTC)

[Wowee, did you feel the bicep under that suit? Solid muscle!

Peter, meanwhile, just blinks his big white bug-eyes before grinning under the mask.]

You want to zipline to the top?

(... she did. and she is doing it again. one squeeze, two squeezes, and a roll of her eyes.)

Aren't you supposed to be a nerd? Just like Jayce, bet these are definitely for show.

(or she is just offended that she is a twig, and then there are the two other three nerds she knows. two out of three are twigs, and viktor probably is equally twiggy to her.

offensive.)

I thought you would just walk up a wall again.

[Snort.]

Did you think I'd be a challenge if that's how I got around?

[He points his webshooter upward and fires one thin but strong line; it finds the best spot for momentum — and then without warning, he proceeds to grab her around the waist and immediately catapults them straight up into the air toward the tallest and most nearest building roof!]

WOOOO!!

(it is a lot to process in one go. where does the web come from? is that a device? did he make the device? how does it work?-- but nothing she can get off of her before she is having the MOST FUN OF HER LIFE.

she does wrap one of her arms around him for security, but it is hardly a strong hold because the other one is in the air as she giggles through the experience. freeing and she can even land without losing balance once they reach a surface again.)

... THAT WAS SO FUN. This is how you live!?

[So many questions, no time for answers! In the moment anyway. As his feet hit the rooftop and takes the brunt of the impact, he carefully lets her back down. Not that... she's much shorter than him...]

Well, yeah. My city is full of hundreds of buildings like these! [As he talks, he casually cuts off the web and lets the length of it flutter to the ground under them.] The only way to really get around in a place that full of places and people is to web-sling.

[It's so freeing. One of the best parts of Nova City is getting that nostalgic feeling of home.]

(It's kind of strange, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin for so long, without anything to soothe it. As they talk, she moves to the edge, balancing carefully on the very edge while taking a good look below. Structures that she wouldn't see at home, certainly, like air-conditioning boxes and fire escapes, but you know? Alright.)

At least architecturally speaking, then you'd love Zaun. Think someone dug a very tall mountain-sized hole in the ground, divided it by sectors, and then put a bunch of super tall platforms and buildings up to the surface. We got pipes, pillars, hell of a bunch of rusty metal stuff to jump from one place to another, so this "parkour" thing kinda just feels like going from hater rich town, privilege-infused Piltover down home. Wanna know what we do? We dive.

(And she just steps to the side, only to fall on one of the windowsill below. If he goes to look, he'll see that the glow has her moving to the roof of a smaller building. Zero fear, it's fine, it's Tuesday.)

[He's quick to look over the ledge out of concern — it's not like he's ever gotten to really see her in action until today! — and immediately relaxes when he notices the glow in the air... and the fact that she's not falling to her doom. With a smile hidden under a mask, he thwips a web in the direction she's going and ziplines himself toward her.]

Hey! You didn't say we were starting already!

[He doesn't sound particularly mad about this, though...! A little amused more than anything. It's just nice to have a chance to do a little exercise with someone other than Me, Myself, and I.]

And you're cheating already?! Loser.

(And just like him, she's not really mad. The adrenaline from how she was just scooped and swinging is still very much present, just as the thrill of dropping from the building gives her a little taste of much needed nostalgia. As soon as he stops distracting her, she might go back to being irritated, but right now she is having fun.

Genuinely like that? It's rare when Isha is not in the picture. So, she'll jump to grab his wrist so she can hitchhike until the next building is in sight so she can let go.)

Hey! You've got super speed! I'm just trying to keep up.

[He doesn't mind being used as a lift, though. If anything, it's something he's kinda used to. He makes sure to swing himself toward the building low enough that she can land easily on her feet without issue. Once he knows she's got herself planted properly on the rooftop, he releases the web and rolls forward to pop up on his own feet.]

Name-calling though? Really? [He puts a hand to his chest.] This loser's feelings are hurt.

'Loser' does it but 'Stickyboy' doesn't? We need to recalibrate your offense radar.

(She's joking, she knows he isn't hurt, no Peter Parker's feelings were hurt in the production of this grounding exercise. She just keeps going, the pink glow showing mostly when she needs to go from a building to the next, a structure down, a structure up, of when she wants to get him to pick up the pace until...

Until after a good while, she finds a shade on the ground, and just starfishes there. Because she's dead. Good job, Peter, all the maniac energy was well spent. Once she's sure he isn't in her range, she picks up her pistol to shoot twice in the air above her. A blue, electric blast of energy is released into the air, but it dissipates as it reaches nothing to latch on.)

There. Two shots. Happy?

I am a stickyboy!

[Now he's just saying that to be obnoxious!

As they reach the end of their little voyage, Peter lands beside her and crouches down, looking like... well, like he's not even a little out of breath. What he lacks in her speed, he makes up for in endurance! Getting from one end of a city to another is just, like, the usual hourly business. He watches with fixed interest as she fires into the sky, his mask's big white eyes tracking up into the air.

He looks back down to her.]

Depends. Are you feeling a little better?

(To the extent that she is fatigued, the fact that he is JUST FINE LIKE THIS WAS NOTHING is very, very annoying. Extremely, horribly annoying.

Which means she just squints at him, and with ALL HER STRENGTH a punch is landed on his thigh.

And just to be petty, she's also taking his mask.)

Yep. Now I am.

[As soon as the mask is yanked off his head, his hair immediately stands every possible direction it can. He wags a hand towards her stolen goods — ]

Hey! That's so rude!

[ — and then realizes she'd hit him or something.

So he pivots into rubbing his thigh.]

I mean — ow? Ow.

[Did a small, annoyed cat just swat him?]

I never said I wasn't--

(And then he proceeds to give her... A very unconvincing performance of pain.

Listen, she was ready to let go, but now she's not giving that mask so soon as punishment. Where is your showmanship, Peter!!!)

Oh, shut up.

(At least she is strong enough to pull him to the ground, too. Hopefully.)

I like you better as Peter Parker, anyway.

[Listen, he's learned his lesson; he doesn't resist at all when she grounds him, flopping down with an oof! for good measure. It's a nice day, so what better time to enjoy it than next to someone who isn't currently committing a murder?

He has the gall to look a little surprised — even perhaps a little bashful — at the follow-up comment.]

... Yeah? I'm just glad you remember it.

There are no lies between super-villain and super-hero (—there are so many lies between super-villain and super-hero,) so I can tell you I think he's a little too soft, so, that concerns me, you know, for Spider-man sake. And he's a bit of a dork, but he's starting to grow on me. Spider-man, though, seems like he's going to be a permanent rock in my boot, the goody-two-shoes. Trust me, I have experience with these hero types.

(She's going to turn too, so she can look at him, but her eyes are on the mask. For a moment, she considers giving it back, giving him the choice to put it back, but nope.

She wants to talk to Peter, not the goody-two-shoes!!!... But she's half-offended, as her expression shows.)

Of course I remember. I just met you. I'm not that crazy, Peter.

Spider-Man's gotta be a rock in someone's shoe; it's how he gets his exercise in.

[Which is to say, he has... no good defense at being called too soft or dorky. That's usually the side of things he falls in, and sometimes it definitely bites him on the ass. But... it's nice, to be soft. It's definitely nice to be dorky. He's not even sure he can control that last one even a little.

...

Oh. Right.]

Uh... Right. Yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't you? That'd be weird if you didn't.

[Pete...]

Does it gotta be mine, or can he turn a blind eye? Asking for a friend.

(There is no friend. What are friends? Some of us are very busy working and building weapons and raising a drug empire and saying 'fuck you' to Piltover repeatedly to have had built friends, okay.

But maybe don't lie to her, it gets her to sit and give him a weak kick as if she was warning him against it.)

You suck at lying. I hate lying. If you're going to lie to me, the least you can do is make sure I don't ever find out. Spit it out. Why wouldn't I remember you.

[Peter sits up, frowning with that usual look that implies it's horrible conversation to bring to a dinner table. A metaphorical dinner table, anyway. It's not really... something he's talked about to many people. He'd mentioned it to one or two people a long time ago, but they're gone. Fresh slate, no fear of depressing the shit out of someone else.

0 days since Peter Parker said something awful, apparently.

Sighing, he grudgingly offers:]

Back home, there was a magic spell that went super wrong — honestly it's a weird and long story why it even needed to happen in the first place, but... the only way to undo the damage the rebound from that spell caused was that everyone in my universe forgot who Peter Parker was.

...

(He makes her so sad sometimes. Forgetting is not something she's keen on, he hangs on to things like her memory is infused in them, too. Music, objects, things she's made to represent people in her life and their losses.

It is horrifying to imagine a world where she could look at something and not pull a memory from it. Why is everything about him so...

Undeserving?

She could argue that she'd love that, much like his five-year break, but probably... She wouldn't.)

... I'm sorry.

(What else can she say? She even loses all the bravado and growling she has in her with this new piece of information.)

Can you just... Remind them? A do-over.

... Nah, I don't think so. It wouldn't really be fair, anyway.

Like, imagine someone just shows up in your totally pleasant life and tells you that you were friends? That you were boyfriend and girlfriend? That some stranger knew you like that? No, that's...

[He huffs, fidgeting with a few wayward bits of rock at his side.]

It'd just be confusing and scary.

(He's right, and that will be a thought she will have time and time again, but here is the thing. She doesn't care much about right or wrong, she kinda just is.

That means some of the arguments he has are valid, and yet, she is going to throw them right in the trash.

This is one of them. She hates it. Congratulations, Peter! This is a feeling that she will have very often.)

No shit, everything is confusing and scary, Peter. If I were you, I'd do the same, some people would be much better off, including— ugh, the stupid Firelight. If I were them? Her? And if I found out? I'd explode you.

(She's very honest, that we can appreciate... She also knows she hasn't told him about Ekko or anything, but she talks to him like he has been there all along.

It's hard to keep up, sorry, Peter!)

[Oh, but that totally gives him an out. For a second, anyway.]

Okay, okay. Exploding me. I got it.

Fire-what?

[Because that's interesting, and maybe it'll get her to not think about the very sad state of his life currently.]

(Because she catches it, she squints her eyes to let him know that they're revisiting this. Might not be today, might not be tomorrow. Might be right after she answers.)

This group of masked pains in my ass (because they're her version of superheroes—) who like to ruin my work (villainous activity—), and are now sucking up to me (—refusing to give her up and coming to the rallies because she is a hero???). Their leader was my only friend growing up, before Silco, but he— I guess he tried dealing with me, and one day, he stopped trying. Here.

(But that reminder of masks brings her attention back to his, and with a roll of her eyes, she gives it back along with a sigh.)

You didn't distract me of that one, by the way. You bottle everything up, don't you?

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