They don't normally tell you you're going to Hell, [ peter replies, glancing over at villanelle. ] And maybe the point is avoiding pointed iconography and allowing people private, quiet worship.
[ when bruce's head pops out from behind a pew, peter finds himself relaxing a little; at bruce's request, he makes his way over the pew and eyes it just for a moment, and then eyes bruce. peter tends to opt for layers: loose shirts and sweaters worn over t-shirts; it had never been a conscious decision to hide the fact that he's not quite the skinny nerd he'd been pre-spider bite, but the result is the same. ]
Lift with your legs, right? [ it's easy enough for him to move, but as with everything, it's a careful balancing act of making sure it doesn't seem too easy, otherwise you get marnie watching your bedroom window and discovering you're spider-man, all because you carried some groceries up some stairs because some people don't like elevators. ]
There was a— [ the corners of peter's lips twitch in slight amusement ], I think he was a special effects artist, back home. [ beck seems like a safer topic than kraven the hunter, even if kraven's jungle potions are a little more on the nose than quentin's illusions. ] I think he died. [ it didn't stick, but when does it ever? that beck's still alive isn't relevant to the conversation at hand. beside, he's died, both actually and technically, and it didn't stick — and now he's here and it's debatable whether it'd stuck this time. ]
He ended up pursuing crime because he was tired of not having his genius recognised. [ beat. peter still wishes all of this — beacon, from beginning to end, was the work of mysterio or arcade. it'd make things so much easier. ] His thing was illusions. He mostly used hallucinogens and robotics, and they were all pretty large scale, worst fears kind of thing. [ peter shoots bruce a glance; if he leaves it at that, there'd be a question. ] I covered him a couple of times for the paper I used to work at. It's possible this is something like that. [ semi-agreement then, with bruce. he's doubtful that's the full story, because he should have noticed, but it's a loose, workable theory, although the more important question right now is why. ] We were all at the party, right? Something could have been in, or released into the room, and now— [ they're here. peter's attention flickers briefly to one of the walls, then away, then back again.
oh boy, is that—? ugh. once the pew's been set back down, he starts to edge towards one of the walls. ] But for the record, I don't think we're in Vertigo any more.
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[ when bruce's head pops out from behind a pew, peter finds himself relaxing a little; at bruce's request, he makes his way over the pew and eyes it just for a moment, and then eyes bruce. peter tends to opt for layers: loose shirts and sweaters worn over t-shirts; it had never been a conscious decision to hide the fact that he's not quite the skinny nerd he'd been pre-spider bite, but the result is the same. ]
Lift with your legs, right? [ it's easy enough for him to move, but as with everything, it's a careful balancing act of making sure it doesn't seem too easy, otherwise you get marnie watching your bedroom window and discovering you're spider-man, all because you carried some groceries up some stairs because some people don't like elevators. ]
There was a— [ the corners of peter's lips twitch in slight amusement ], I think he was a special effects artist, back home. [ beck seems like a safer topic than kraven the hunter, even if kraven's jungle potions are a little more on the nose than quentin's illusions. ] I think he died. [ it didn't stick, but when does it ever? that beck's still alive isn't relevant to the conversation at hand. beside, he's died, both actually and technically, and it didn't stick — and now he's here and it's debatable whether it'd stuck this time. ]
He ended up pursuing crime because he was tired of not having his genius recognised. [ beat. peter still wishes all of this — beacon, from beginning to end, was the work of mysterio or arcade. it'd make things so much easier. ] His thing was illusions. He mostly used hallucinogens and robotics, and they were all pretty large scale, worst fears kind of thing. [ peter shoots bruce a glance; if he leaves it at that, there'd be a question. ] I covered him a couple of times for the paper I used to work at. It's possible this is something like that. [ semi-agreement then, with bruce. he's doubtful that's the full story, because he should have noticed, but it's a loose, workable theory, although the more important question right now is why. ] We were all at the party, right? Something could have been in, or released into the room, and now— [ they're here. peter's attention flickers briefly to one of the walls, then away, then back again.
oh boy, is that—? ugh. once the pew's been set back down, he starts to edge towards one of the walls. ] But for the record, I don't think we're in Vertigo any more.