[ that the journey down feels much quicker than the way up is a thought that occurs to peter. he thinks that it could be a quirk of beacon, a mind game not entirely unlike the hallucinations; or it could simply be that it feels quicker in much the same way that the journey to anywhere — like, say, the journey to shea stadium — always feels so much slower than the way back.
bruce's lack of immediate visibility is momentary startling and peter shifts his weight, glancing over the tops of the pews and towards the door. maybe he'd left? unlikely, given what peter had ascertained of his personality from their previous interactions, but not out of the realms of possibility. still, what else? it's unusual, to have nothing from his spider-sense — it's ordinarily a constant, a kind of background noise that warns of him tiny threats that frankly barely deserve recognition; peter had commented once to mj that he could write a book on the many, many dangers of new york city that no-one ever thinks about and the same had seemed to hold true for beacon so far.
peter thinks that, perhaps ironically (and not in the alanis morisette way), it's more unsettling than having it at all. ]
—Bruce? [ beat; a moment of consideration. he continues conversationally: ] There wasn't anyone up there, [ punctuated by a pause, and peter takes several steps forward, scanning the rows of pews one by one ], and the bell looks like it hasn't physically been used in years.
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bruce's lack of immediate visibility is momentary startling and peter shifts his weight, glancing over the tops of the pews and towards the door. maybe he'd left? unlikely, given what peter had ascertained of his personality from their previous interactions, but not out of the realms of possibility. still, what else? it's unusual, to have nothing from his spider-sense — it's ordinarily a constant, a kind of background noise that warns of him tiny threats that frankly barely deserve recognition; peter had commented once to mj that he could write a book on the many, many dangers of new york city that no-one ever thinks about and the same had seemed to hold true for beacon so far.
peter thinks that, perhaps ironically (and not in the alanis morisette way), it's more unsettling than having it at all. ]
—Bruce? [ beat; a moment of consideration. he continues conversationally: ] There wasn't anyone up there, [ punctuated by a pause, and peter takes several steps forward, scanning the rows of pews one by one ], and the bell looks like it hasn't physically been used in years.