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(Oh my God, this was the worst. thing. to. ever. thing. She's outside by the time Peter comes out, breathing in, breathing out, pacing where the window doesn't catch her.

Why did a few seconds turn into 30 hours!!! This was horrible.)

If you're wondering, he hates you now with the power of thirty hateful suns. Not because of you or anything, but just in general.

Wh — why? I was totally on my best behavior!

[He gestures back at the diner, whisper-yelling like someone who is trying not to get caught sneaking around school by a teacher.]

He just came out of nowhere!

Hello? Terroristic, master criminal daughter? The dad that works for is like, 25-Silcos-heavy!

(BEST BEHAVIOR IS A PROBLEM, PETER. THAT'S A PROBLEM. You're too... Wholesome. She's sure Silco thinks you're weak.

Also, she's also whispering-yelling, like they're having a huge fight in a room with the guests in the hallway.)

Ugh, now he's gonna monologue for four hours, if I'm lucky.

(Look at her great Silco impression, her fist in front of one of her eyes for dramatic effect.)

'Fries and milkshakes are twisted up lies to make one feel attachment, which serves as a trap... Something, something, something."

(With a dropped hand, she sighs.)

Got room on your floor I can sleep on?

(JINX BE NORMAL)

Uh, yeah. All of those aren't great things to have as adjectives for yourself. But I'm

[But he doesn't linger much on that point. Frankly, he doubts it would be taken with much seriousness if he went too holier than thou in tone. Or he'd be just the same as Silco and his monologues, only the inverse. Or something.

... However...

He's about to state the obvious, of which he's not sure is stated very often in her world:]

... Jinx, you know that's kind of crazy, right? You're allowed to enjoy fries and milkshakes with a friend.

Not everything that's good or enjoyable in life is some kind of trap.

Of course I'm allowed. I haven't been grounded ever since adoption number two, Peter.

(That might explain a LOT, actually.

Can they still get walking, though!!! Wanna know how weird it would be if Silco just walked out too!!

She's taking the lead, who knows where to.)

Peter, he's the one you have to say that to, and if you convince him, I'll throw Stickyboy a party and everything. I'm already friends with you, so if I thought this was a trap, do you really think you'd be in one piece?

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[… That does explain a lot, actually. Being grounded is just one of those things a kid needs to thrive in life. But he will just leave that be and instead quickly wander after her, because he too would prefer to not be rediscovered as a liar immediately after leaving the diner.]

Hey, you don’t know that I’d be in more than one piece.

[He could kick you butt, you know.]

… We could do that, though. Maybe we should have some kind of… I don’t know. A game night, or movie night. Something he could do that isn’t just… catastrophizing or distrusting everything in life.

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Fine. We should test it, one day. Shimmer versus Spider DNA... But, can we have this talk up in the air?

(Her index points up, because listen. You spend a life freefalling down home, you definitely love web-swinging. Also, it's faster, and as soon as they reach somewhere, she can change subjects. Haha.)

Fair warning. Distrusting everything in life and death and the afterlife and in the before the next life is his superpower. And he's stabby.

I can usually tell someone's about to stab me, so it's fine.

[IT IS NOT FINE???

But at her request, huffs an amused breath.]

... Allowed — only if you let the onesie come out.

[Him and his stupid secret identity rules.]

(THE GROWL SHE GIVES. IT'S BAD.)

... Fine! Fine. Deal.

(... Can he, though? Can he really? She's not a knife person, but what she can do is her shitty punches that... May or may not land on him. She's curious, can't judge a girl.)

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[Ah yes, the telltale tingle that goes up his spine and drops his stomach.

Despite being mid-turn toward the alleyway, Peter's head immediately snaps to the side, avoiding her fist fully.]

Hey!

Juuuuuuuust keeping you honest. How did you even do that?

(Also, that was cool. God, fighting him must be a nightmare, which sounds ridiculously fun if it weren't, you know, Peter. Why does it have to be Peter!!!

And she was almost going into the alley, before she remembers why exactly is he going there in the first place. Right, yeah, no. She'll wait far from it, thank you so much.)

[As he vanishes into the alley:]

I don't really know how it works...! When I first got bit, I just thought it was anxiety. And maybe it is, you know? some kind of weird, precognitive anxiety. I just know when things are shooting at me or sneaking up on me or about to blow me into little pieces. Usually, anyway.

[Someday he'll get the hang of not having a school bag full of Spider-Man onesies, huh? Today is not that day, as he bumbles around in said bag to start pulling his uniform on. A shoe goes flying on accident over one of the trashcans.]

Whoops!

[When he pops his head out to look at her, Spider-Man says:]

It's never good when the other shoe drops.

[ugh]

(Her back leans against the wall outside the alley, looking forward, but she's not great at sitting and waiting. Her hand reaches for her pistol, some flairs, twists, just so she has something to do while he is there putting that ONESIE. God, the shit she accepts for him. He'd better appreciate it.)

That's not fair. I'm shooty and bomb-y, I just don't sneak up. You'd know I'm there. How is this a fair trade?

(Which, probably correct, knowing how much she doodles around and her little stunt at the train.

The mask always startles her a bit when she first sees it, so she jumps before she squints. It's just Peter, but also!!! UGH.)

Wait. You actually don't wear shoes with it, how do you live? How do you still have functioning feet?

(Because Etraya and New York are not Zaun, Jinx.......)

They are shoes. Kinda... I mean, they're a little thin in the sole I guess...

[Oh. He holds up a finger.]

Actually! A few years back, I got one of those weird spidey tingles when I was running down an alleyway — which I thought was super weird, because I didn't see any actual danger anywhere? Turns out, it was a nail, and I totally ended up stepping on it anyway.

I spent all night worrying if I would heal fast from tetanus.

... Sheesh, you'd need a metal sole on that if you ever wanted to Spider-Zaun. How fast do you heal, anyway? My finger is not even 100% and that's been months now.

(But she finally gets it. His brain and body process his environment faster than he does himself, that's why he can dodge and he can sense things he hasn't made the conscious connection to anyway. Now, what amount of stimuli it can pick up, she's not sure.

Good to know.)

Though I don't think you'd survive in Zaun, or if anything, your 'weirdo spidey tingles' would be the most obnoxious alarm in all of existence.

[He huffs.]

'Weirdo' is a little unnecessary. But yeah, it can be kinda obnoxious.

You really think I wouldn't make it in Zaun? Even if I become a parkour champion?

[He holds out a hand for her to grab, so he can zip them through the air.]

That means you can just move through the levels, and maybe, maybe, get less mugged at, shot at, robbed at, solicited at, or dead at. Fun place. You found me, Silco, now you just gotta meet Sevika, Vander and Viktor, and you get a full picture of the Zaunite dream.

(She works best (worst?) when there's no time to think, or when she has already made a decision. It'd be much better if he just didn't make her think about taking the hand!!! There's just a tiny hesitance she can't explain, her hand pulling away, halfway towards his for a smidge of a second before she holds it.)

[He doesn't hesitate to take her hand, pulling her in and thwipping a web to clutch onto the nearest infrastructure. Just like that, they're air-bound! He has to talk a little louder over the whipping of the wind around them:]

Oh! I met Vander before! He was pretty cool. We talked a little bit about your world...!

Sevika is the one that mean-mugs the camera, right?

The tall lady who looks like she could bench press a few of me?

(As swift and elevated as they are when they're up in the air, it never really scared Jinx. She doesn't scream, there's never any part of her that is skittish about it. Some of it is trust, understanding Peter wouldn't drop her, and the other part is how fun it is to feel the sunshine and breeze on her hair, the sights, and the freedom it provides.

Her arm wraps around his shoulders for extra steadiness, eyes watching down before they— oh, so Vander knows Peter. He doesn't know they're friends, or else he wouldn't be asking her all the time who is it that she's been hanging out with.)

You did? What did he tell you?

(But, as for Sevika.)

Her face is just stuck like that, you kinda get used to it.

[Peter considers the conversation he'd had with Vander, as he lands them on top of the apartments for a moment, then leaping and zipping them over a long length of street before his feet find the sidewalk; sorry, Jinx was in full bridal carry mode for a few seconds there!]

I was in the middle of feeling bad about the train riots, and he told me it was his job to worry about me. Being young, and all. [He's an adult, though, so people really shouldn't worry too much about him! He's totally got this. Speaking of, he says more sheepishly:] He miiight know I'm Spider-Man. He didn't exactly say it outright, but he saw me use my webs while I was in civilian clothes...

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