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characters: peter parker, jason todd
location: the village
date/time: sept. 14th
content: masked menaces have a chat about being masked menaces
warnings: none at present; will edit where applicable

[ after receiving that message from jason, peter more or less drops what he'd been doing — fortunately nothing important, not really — and heads to the village. it's not the first time someone's figured out his identity, and he's pretty sure it won't be the last, but it's deserves a conversation nevertheless.

(it doesn't matter that jason has said that's not what he wants to discuss, it's what he'd opened with. if he just wanted a chat, he'd have left that well alone, at least for now.)

the suit, therefore, isn't needed, but it seems appropriate, given everything. he waits on the rec centre's roof with the mask pointedly pulled down and his leg's dangling over the edge; his lantern sits to his right whilst his tablet is half-discarded to his left. periodically, he shoots it a cursory glance to check the time: an hour, jason had said.

(talk less, he'd also said, and— ha. if peter had a penny for every time he'd heard that—.)

he doesn't expect his spider-sense to warn him of jason's approach: he'd never registered as a threat before, and he's not expecting that to change now. instead, then, he just keeps an eye out for the flicker of light from anyone approaching with a lantern. he doesn't think there aren't that many people that'd think to head up to a roof — the view isn't exactly awe-inducing, after all.]

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[ Jason shows up at about an hour, like he'd promised. he had something he wanted to document, before moving on. but he's thinking about what Day told him, and then the entire situation with Will and Robbie. they're in a mess, and now seems as good a time as any for getting alliances built with people who could actually be useful in figuring this out.

peter seems like he could be, at the very least. ]

Sorry to keep you waiting.

[ his lantern is tied around his belt, and like peter, he's come masked.

he took the long way, just to make sure he wasn't followed. ]

[ peter glances over his shoulder, eyeing jason out of the corners of his eyes before waving a hand disinterestedly and remarking, ] It gave me time to think. [ and to decide how annoyed he actually was about the situation — he hadn't imagined it'd remain a secret forever — the population's too small, despite the continuous flux of its inhabitants for that to be a realistic aim, but he'd somewhat hoped to have a degree more—

—more what? control? (ha, unlikely.)

he stretches an arm out behind him, leaning back and looking up at the sky for a moment. it wasn't so much his identity that was the pervasive, over-arching issue, it was if that got back to the wrong people, if that got back and he wasn't there to deal with it.

he's silent for a moment longer, then— ] This is important, right? Because boy, if you wanted my attention, there are other ways to do it. I respond pretty well to [ he holds up the arm his body weight isn't resting on, ] offers of food, [ one finger, ] passing reference to the Mets, [ second finger ], and general comments of hey, [ he flattens his hand out, palm facing upwards and swivels ever so slightly to be able to focus his attention slightly more pointedly on jason. ] —let's chat, it's important. Looking distraught, distressed or otherwise frazzled is totally optional if you're not interested in the damsel look.

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Yeah, I know. Poor social graces. I've heard I have those from time to time. Guess it's too late to mention that the hypothetical we talked about day one-- Superman, Batman? They're way more protective over their secret identity than I am.

[ he pulls his lower mask off, not interested in mask voice for today. He had no reason to suspect that any fighting was about to happen, and so... he sits a few feet away from Peter, close to the edge of the building. ]

Guess that's a function of having a lot to lose as the other guy.

[ he shrugs and offers a nonchalant shrug, glancing back at Peter. There's a certain tenseness in his body, but. ]

Got some intel on this place-- not sure why this person trusted me with it... but I'm not gonna argue.

[ there's a lot that could be said to that — all of it, and there's a moment where he wonders if the mention of superman and batman is relevant, but peter hasn't yet come across any new masked individuals, so he doesn't remark on it, not for now. not given the next words out of jason's mouth, not given the slight tenseness of his body.

it sounds like a peace offering, and even if it's not, peter will take it as that. ("intel"?)

he rolls up the bottom of his mask — there's no point keeping it on, not when jason's figured out his identity — and despite the shift in weather recently, it still gets sticky. ] —Intel? [ uttered curiously, but not without a hint of caution. ]

Edited 2019-09-15 18:17 (UTC)

Yeah. Daylight came to me with Winters' tablet. Showed me something on it.

[ he glances over at him. he doesn't trust the network but he's reasonably sure that everything they've done? robin already knows about it. secret identities, everything. ]

A conversation between him and Robbie.

[ he won't stop the nickname, even though she's ostensibly not around to hear it. so. he hopes this is enough of a peace offering for calling Peter out like that. ]

His tablet?

[ peter glances towards his own, eyebrows knitting together in a fleeting frown; even without knowing what this intel is, peter's reluctant to trust the network — he doesn't know enough about how it functions to fully believe that even encrypted data is truly encrypted. his gut tells him that since they all arrive with one on their person, there's someone — not necessarily robin — with the ability to access exchanges between devices. if magic wasn't involved, he'd perhaps be more willing to trust it, but as it is—

not so much.

a quirk of his lips; then— ] Since you're here, I'm going to guess it wasn't a friendly chat about their favourite post-death pastimes.

Nope. But I've got a working theory that the network's how Robin does her resets, now.

[ he glances back at him, there's a small, bitter quirk in his lips. this is some techno-hacker bullshit, and he knows it is even before he says it. but he's counting on the fact that Peter isn't going to be completely unfamiliar with the concept. ]

That's the only reason Will's alive. Robbie can't get past his firewalls, whatever they are.

[ it's next on his list of things to probe. ]

And to say they don't like each other is an understatement.

[ to say they don't like each other is an understatement. that earns a snort of a laugh, although the comment about firewalls makes ingram's remark about robin's security being better make a little more sense retrospectively, and helps a few other bits and pieces slot in to place.

his attention shifts momentarily away from jason, towards the view — as much as it can be called that — of the village below. if what jason's saying is correct, if the resets are done via the network, and will had firewalls in place to prevent himself getting reset, that—

what did that mean about the nature of what this place is — simulation? ] And to think I'd been joking when I said maybe this place is like the Matrix. [ punctuated by a breath of a pause; if true and if nothing changes between now — whenever they get threatened with a reset, it means they're in with a chance of saving themselves. all of them.

(it's a thought to keep hold of.)

(—although if it's been compromised once, he can't imagine it'll be that simple a second time.) ] —What else did it say?

Winters making the case for her to chill out. And her, just barely, listening. I told Day to put a transcript of the conversation in the library, so if he does that... you should be able to read it yourself.

[ he doesn't say much when he mentions the matrix, just pauses, and then admits, ]

My other brother would probably be able to get to the bottom of this. But I'm going to try and see if I can figure out what firewalls she's talking about.

It's too early to pick a side between her and Will.

Right. [ he’ll check it out if he’s able to, there’s no question about that. still— ] If you need a hand, [ he offers, waving one loosely as if to emphasise the point before running it through his hair — or, as much of it as is poking out from underneath the mask perched atop his head. ]

She’s a kid, [ he remarks, and it’s uttered with more than a hint of frustration and distaste. it doesn’t excuse anything, not in the slightest, Utd it goes a long way to explain her approach and the way she is, with all of them. ]

—I don’t know if it’s a question of sides.

I don't either.

[ an honest admission, with a light shrug. he doesn't know about the offer of help, he'd rather they divide and conquer. If Peter's better at hacking, Jay is all for it. He can keep his ear to the ground, either way. ]

But I don't trust her. Or any of them. With how many times they've done the resets, the question is... why? Why are they doing things this way?

The information advantage is bugging me. It doesn't make any sense to not share basic knowledge with people you want to be your allies.

[ peter doesn't answer, not immediately: that's the question, isn't it? why. it clearly hasn't worked yet, not once in a minimum of twenty years. if there's a reason as to why they're choosing a route that's resulted in failure for that long without changing things up, jason has a point with it not making any sense that they're not sharing that.

and if there isn't a reason beyond a convoluted game of telephone, at what point do they stop and try something else?

(he hates this. he hates this.)

he makes a noise, something in between a groan and a sigh; it's accompanied by him lifting his weight off his outstretched hand and sitting up a little straighter. ]

—Did I ever mention I hate this, by the way?

Not explicitly. But kind of got the point while commiserating over food.

[ it's the little things that tip people off. but Jay leans forward. Glancing over the village, trying to identify any wayward lanterns. But he's not seeing anything so far. Which is a relief-- and an annoyance. ]

It's not actually that hard to survive here, as long as you don't mess around with the spirits. It's downright cozy, in some ways, as long as you don't think about the permanent darkness.

[ there's a certain discomfort as he says it. a certain bitterness. ]

I'll be honest. I don't know where to start-- and most people don't have the right mindset for getting ahead of the curve.

Edited 2019-09-15 20:40 (UTC)

My aunt makes the best wheatcakes, [ he comments, turning his head slightly and shooting jason a glance. he doesn't bother to specify what he means by his next remark — jason will pick it up, it's pretty self-explanatory given the reason for their conversation. ] She doesn't know. [ his attention shifts back to the view (quote unquote) and he continues. ]

I've thought about telling her so many times. Imagined how that conversation would go. [ he pauses; considers his next words. ] But it's not about the conversation, it's not about what she'd think if she knew her nephew was Spider-Man. [ except it is, a little bit — lying to her, for so many years—. he attempts to clarify, then, with: ] My Uncle used to tell something, it was kind of like his mantra. [ the corners of his lips quirk upwards into a quick, fond smile. ] "With great power there must also come great responsibility." [ he pauses for a moment. ] And I guess it's also become mine, but the more people that know are just more people that can get hurt by someone trying to get to me. And believe me, they deal with enough without that added burden.

If who I am got back and I wasn't there—. [ he huffs out a breath. ] I know it's a small town, but the longer I can keep the fewest number of people in the loop about— [ he waves a hand at himself, at the suit. ] —the safer they'll be.

[a breath of a pause and a darting smile that's somewhere between amused and self-aware. ] This wouldn't be the first time I've disappeared for a couple of months with no apparent reason to it. "Oh, that's just Peter for you—." [ he waves a hand dismissively, the rest of the sentiment going unsaid.

p a u s e. wait— peter leans forward slightly, running a hand down his face. ] —Ugh, my rent. My roommate's gonna kill me.

[ but rent woes are not relevant to the conversation at hand, so he gets back on track with— ] I could make some guesses, but we don't have any of the tech here to even begin figuring a way out or a way to stop these [ he gestures incredibly vaguely with both hands ] World Eaters, assuming tech will even be effective. [ because it's not always: sometimes magic and tech work together in wonderful ways, but equally likely is the exact opposite. ] If this is more magic than science—. [ he trails off a little. "I don't know." ]

We just don't know enough.

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Look, I get it. I've been doing this since I was 12. [a fact he would later come to hate, honestly. but he was the kind of kid who probably only had down to go if he'd stayed on the street. even he can recognize that much.

even if it brings to mind some conversations that can make him blind with rage, if he lets them.]

I used to live in my mask. There's nothing you can't say to me that I haven't heard, and I'm not saying that I'm gonna go around and tell everyone on this island. But you're not making it harder to figure out, given the circumstances. That's on you.

[it's a minor distraction from the truth. they don't know enough.]

... And if rent bothers you, I recommend never having a permanent address. That's worked for me.

[ twelve. peter's known — knows — young superheroes, but twelve? he shoots jason a look, somewhere between curious and appraising; he can't imagine being thrown into his life at that age — fifteen had been hard enough, and whilst choice doesn't really come into it, it's not something he'd ever wish on anyone else. school, friendships, family relationships, adolescence— all of it is hard enough, even without superpowers.

(it explains a little about jason, peter thinks.)

—and I used to live in my mask? that says even more. what happened for that to be his life? it's not a question peter can ask, so he sits on it; still, he doesn't miss the past tense — something had changed for jason, but whether or not it was for the better, peter can only guess.

peter exhales audibly, before shifting his weight ever so slightly. ] Sure, but your reason for— [ peter indicates jason's mask, ] is going to be different to mine. So I'm just letting you know where I'm coming from. [ of course it's on him, he's more than aware of that. it's never been a question of it not being on him. (what part of that responsibility remark did jason not get?) ] But if you were worried: I'm not a fan of the blame game.

[ but hold up: no permanent address? no. nope— ] —And I happen to like having my own apartment. [ own being used somewhat loosely, given the roommate situation, but. ] I'm almost thirty: it turns out stability isn't overrated and it's surprisingly useful when it comes to filling out job applications.

Well, lucky you.

[and that is how he finishes this topic of conversation. It’s not... overtly bitter, he’s not trying to be too dismissive. But it’s pretty clear he can’t sympathize or relate, so he’d rather move this conversation somewhere more useful.

Somewhere that gets them taking about the situation they’re in, and not their respective lives.

Peter seems fine, but he’s no Roy.

Who actually was dead. And yet wasn’t there.]

Anyway, you’re right. There’s not enough information. And they’re pretty stingy about what they do want to give out. Worse, I think there’s a not insignificant chunk of people who are going to trust blindly about this.

I’ll share what I find, as I find it. But it’s better to worm together.

[better peter than Bruce.]

[ peter winces a little at that first remark — that had clearly been a misstep, and he's not convinced that what he says next will make it any better, but— ] Sorry, that didn't come out how I meant it.

[ it was meant more as living with my aunt at thirty is not a good look, mixed with not knowing where my next rent payment is coming from and having to ask for help from my aunt is also not a good look, also mixed with going from job to job to unemployment more times than you can count is — definitely a poor look. getting rejected from the last teaching position he'd applied for due to the high number of absences he'd had at midtown had—

—well, it hadn't been a surprise, but it hadn't exactly been a pleasurable experience.

nevertheless, he takes the hint — moving on. ]

A lot of people don't want to believe the worst of anyone else, especially not when they're relying on those people for their survival.

[ if peter had to pick sides right now, he'd err on the side of the doc — he's grumpy and irritable, and definitely hiding more than a few things, but it's not hard to get that read on him. robin, though? peter's not sure. they haven't met her, can't verify anything about her, and the lighthouse expedition — and the losses of everyone — had left a sour taste in his mouth.

he's not convinced she's necessarily malicious, but that doesn't mean her actions are the right ones, doesn't mean that she's made the correct choices. in and of itself, that's not enough to condemn anyone, and peter's all for second chances, but it's whether or not she can accept making mistakes; whether or not she can learn from them, or if she'd rather just sacrifice them all instead. ]

[he ignores the apology. there's nothing else he wants to say to that specifically. grass is always greener, and he doesn't think, despite what he used to fantasize about as a kid, he could ever accept normalcy anymore. same with a permanent address. he and bruce have an uneasy relationship, but between Bruce or Talia, he doesn't have to worry about where his next meal is coming from.

more Talia, lately, than Bruce, but it is what it is.]

That's probably when you should be the most suspicious of them. But I get that, sometimes it's just easier to trust. [when you aren't a naturally mistrustful person, that's a normal response.

maybe even healthy. having this much mistrust has definitely set him back once or twice. or has made things more difficult than they needed to be.]

I made my thoughts pretty clear on the network.

[openly antagonizing.

eventually, he'll find a way to smooth that over. but he doesn't want to, not until he knows more, or knows he has no other choice but to go through her for more information.]

[ peter's expression flickers, just a little, at that response — it's not that he disagrees, not really, but he's not sure he'd put it in terms of trust. caution, maybe — they could probably all do with being a little more cautious; there's a lot of independence which, truthfully, suits peter just fine, but doesn't mean it's the best course of action. team-ups aren't something that's ever sat easily with him, never really come as second nature. it's not that he's opposed, it's simply that of the last fourteen or so years, the majority of his superhero-ing has been done alone.

here? that's probably just a recipe for lots of people getting injured or dying, also alone.

the meeting apparently hadn't been a great success, but the first steps rarely are. not only is there so little known about beacon, none of them really know anything about each other. he's not going to blame anyone for not knowing who to put their trust in, or for wanting to be on the right side of the person with the most control over their fates.

he glances at jason before speaking. he'd seen the post, even though he hadn't commented. peter doesn't trust robin, not really, but he's not willing to openly antagonise her — at the moment, he wants to hedge his bets on friendly conversation, on getting her to open up a little. evidently, jason doesn't agree. ]

The co-ordination thing wasn't a bad shout. [ a beat and the corners of his lips quirk upwards in a quick, self-aware smile. ] Too many people doing their own thing is just going to end badly — and there's no real way to keep track of what we discover.

Edited 2019-09-17 08:22 (UTC)

There's a start, like I said. Just gotta make sure people know about it-- and frankly, it's not even making sure everyone knows. Just the people who are actually going to contribute and be useful.

[he shrugs lightly.]

Some of them I'm... not fond of, but it is what it is.

[He trails off. he doesn't want to propose an explicit team up, but he doesn't want them to not talk. he doesn't want to deny that there's a certain effectiveness he has when he's working in a team. it irritates him, but whatever.

he's better for it.]

[ the last comment catches his attention — so, there's someone here that jason knows, possibly more than one person. superman? batman? jason had mentioned them at the beginning of their conversation. ] Some of them, [ he repeats, eyeing jason for a moment and debating how to answer the question; wondering if it's worth asking the question.

(there's the thought, as well, that jason doesn't strike him as the type to get overly fond of people in general, so it could also, peter reasons, be a general statement.) ]

You mean, you don't think we're all here because of our charming personalities? [ but speaking of — and he'll come back to that fond thing — ] —So what gave it away?

Not that.

[he pauses for a long time, and just. sighs, his voice definitely dripping with bitterness now, as he avoids looking at Peter as he recites the next set of sentences.]

The guy who trained me is here. The guy that's gonna eventually become Batman. Every trick I know when it comes to figuring things out, he taught me.

But also he's... difficult to work with. Even now.

[ eventually become. so he's young. youngish. peter doesn't recall any of the new arrivals being kids — mostly adults and teenagers, which means he's probably about jason's age, if not slightly younger. difficult to work with? eh, peter's heard that, once or twice, and he's met his teenaged self and god, was he short-tempered. so instead of an immediate comment, there's a snort of laughter.

(and honestly, if jason hadn't implied that he remains difficult to work with, peter would just assume it was a teenage thing.) ]

Do you think he's taking suggestions? Because he's definitely missing a trick calling himself Batman and not invoking the spirit of the name. [ peter holds up a hand — the web shooters aren't visible, but after his comment about running out of web fluid when they were in the forest, he knows jason knows his webbing isn't organic. whether or not he's figured out the finer details is irrelevant, so— ] —I don't have these for fun and games. [ that's a lie: they are so fun. ] It's a very serious part of my branding: who can believe in a Spider-Man that can't make webs?

He takes the bat theme very seriously, actually.

[Jason's half convinced he's going to come after him for his lantern one of these days, actually, with its red bat. And he doesn't want to deal with the questions. but he glances at Peter, definitely not laughing about any of his jokes.]

And actually, I'd prefer you not mention anything about Batman. About Gotham, and as far as I'm concerned, Red Hood is dead for awhile, too, since he might put two and two together on that one. I wasn't exactly the first Red Hood.

[but he will be the last.]

Did we talk about this? Did he get bitten by a bat? Why—. [ peter pauses, glancing away for a moment. the question is obviously: 'why a bat?', even if he doesn't finish it. ] If you've ever wondered: why spider? That's why. [ even if the actual spider thing is pretty tenuous — proportional strength? yes, fine. stickiness? also yes, fine. wallcrawling? very spider-like. lack of organic webbing? less so. two eyes? very human, and that little (and sometimes not so little) tingling sensation at the base of his skull that warns him about impending danger? yeah, that's definitely not a spider thing.

(flossy the magic spider indeed.) ] —Although I had a conversation with a spider, once. Turns out we're not as similar as I first thought. Turns out, they only have a life span of a year. [ pause. ] That was oddly sobering.

[ he says this, not to be dismissive, but because the topic of batman is clearly a — not difficult topic of conversation for jason, but it doesn't strike peter as necessarily something he wants to discuss; something he enjoys discussing. he can't begin to guess at the relationship jason has with this mysterious batman, but "it's complicated" springs to mind.

still: he holds both his hands up, palms facing outwards. ] —It's not my city or my weirdly specific animal-themed superhero question mark to talk about. I appreciate the heads up— [ punctuated by a slight shift in his expression — watchfulness, more than anything. (dead is an interesting choice of words—.) ] —but I'm not going to go around asking every new arrival what they think of spandex and brooding in the dark at the top of tall buildings. [ pause; curiosity— ] But when you say you weren't the first...

Stole it from the guy who killed me. The time I actually died. [a beat.] He's going by something different now.

[with zero hesitation. and then he continues with a light shrug,] You're bad at focusing on one topic of conversation, aren't you? Kind of surprised more people haven't figured you out by now. At least here, anyway. It probably doesn't matter much in NYC.

[please, Peter, after that whole conversation about your aunt.

he's just trying to offer a friendly warning, okay, even if he is sort of thinking there's no point to this. He's familiar with this type of nervous energy. Peter, Spidey... they're just going to do what they're going to do.]

[ peter exhales, a flicker of something resembling irritation briefly crossing his features. ] I really want to tell you how attacked I'm feeling by that comment, but—. [ ugh. he could explain — that flippancy is comforting for him, a distraction from awkward and uncomfortable topics of conversation; that it was supposed to be an opening, an opportunity to move away from talk about what kind of person batman is (or will be), and towards the ridiculous nature of what they are: adults wearing distressingly tight clothing performing acrobatics in the dark.

(and occasionally having conversations with house spiders.)

but that would be an uncomfortable admission in and of itself, so he doesn't. ] —Sure. [ he says instead, reciprocating jason's shrug with a dismissive shrug of his own. ] But that's all part of my charm: it's why my enemies hate me, and my fans—. [ who's he kidding, he doesn't have fans. pause; correction. ] —Why the public occasionally tolerates me.

[ he's quiet for a second: jason's died before. he's seen enough weird, capital-w that he's not going to question the how, and for what it's worth, jason had just barrelled straight into that next remark with barely a pause, so any condolences would be ill-placed. ] —Well, that's comforting. For a second, I thought you were going to say you were a clone.

... Surprisingly, a less weird assumption than the truth. But also, why?

[he just looks a little stunned. clones. who jumps to clones first? what kind of mind does this guy have?] Are clones a problem back home for you?

Or is this just one of those stream of consciousness thoughts? [another brief pause, and he exhales in what might be a laugh] Wait. Why am I asking?

Okay. Cool. Prince "Can't stop talking" Charming. You do you. Far be it for me to tell a quipper to quip less.

[ the look earns a laugh — clones as a whole thing were weird and unsettling and peter will be glad if he never has to deal with that again, but the expression of surprise on jason's face is almost — almost — worth it. (and privately, given the way this conversation had started off, he's a bit pleased with himself for managing to get a laugh from jason.) ]

They were a problem for me. More recently, it's just been cephalopod-themed arch-nemeses stealing my body and doing a— heel-face turn? [ quizzically, as if peter's not actually sure if he's using the term correctly before deciding: eh, close enough. ] But basically, if you ever meet any other arachnid themed superheroes? There's a good chance they're an alternate me, I've met at least six of myself, or they're a clone version of me, or—. [ pause. ] Sometimes they're just someone else appreciative of the brand which, speaking of—

I have a quota to meet. People expect a certain level of commentary from the guy in— uh, so normally it's red and blue. The black was part of a phase, kind of like emo and my favourite insane Russian decided it needed to be brought back before I ended up here. The black, by the way, not emo.

—What d'you think it is with animal-themes? Now that Red Hood's dead, you going to be joining the club, or are you just going to be Jason?

[he’s got the Superman problem. Now Jason gets it— that makes some sense. Why clone the normal guys when you could have a home grown meta. That might be too naive to know who to trust, absent all the original’s experiences.

But he moves on and Jason figures that’s probably the end of that particulate topic. And so he snorts.]

Hell no. I did my time with the animal themed moniker. Told you, Batman has a sidekick. [a beat, punctuated by a shrug] Robin.

I’m past those days by a long shot. Besides, no one’s ever heard of Jason.

Also, you know... you e given the bat a lot of hell about his animal but at least he got the color scheme right, you know.

[ huh. side glance; that explains the reluctance to call robin by her name, but still—.

his face scrunches up in a mixture of consideration and doubt, and somewhat dryly, he just says: ] I'm going to guess you didn't fly. [ because apparently, on whatever version of earth jason is from, superhero identities are just a case of: pick something and run with it, who cares if it doesn't make any logical sense. (it makes him almost, almost misses herman; and at least paste-pot pete had changed his name when he'd pointed out how ridiculous it was.) ]

You know, that's all I've got to go on, right? All I know is he dresses like a bat, but doesn't even have the ability of echolocation. Sorry if a guy can't get over the internal logic of that. [ punctuated by a quirk of a smile, before— ]

This wasn't what I planned on doing. [ peter answers, emphasising the this with a wave towards his mask. he'd wanted to go into entertainment, make some money off his abilities, help support may and ben, and then—.

—things hadn't worked out that way. ] Realism wasn't at the top of my list when I was thinking about how I wanted the suit to look, then whoops, suddenly you've been doing this for over a decade and it's a little too late to change.

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