"Why am I not surprised that a multi-dimensional plague is now a problem. Seriously, can we go back to the Man-on-the-Moon drama?" His brain-to-mouth filter is clearly malfunctioning, but Peter gives Steve an empathetic smile. Yeah, been there, done that, got the lousy friggen' t-shirt. "Well that sucks. I'm so sorry."
Peter Parker, in any iteration, has a tendency to be a flighty little thing, but this version especially. The number of people trying to kill him on any given day is alarmingly high, and he's suffered enough heartbreaking betrayals to know to be cautious in general. So he's...pretty sensitive to the secret-identity-schtick. He was three for three, and starting to think that the identity of Spiderman was taking on a Macbeth-level curse.
He could feel the blush creeping up his neck, truly embarrassed for the first time during this whole thing - yeah, falling on his ass and nearly having a panic attack in the lobby, no problem, but squealing too loud over Captain America, haha whoops - as Steve shuts him up. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, oh, wow. Jeez. Yeah, hi."
"Thank you," Peter accepted the hand up, bouncing up onto the balls of his feet. This must be some real shit, if whoever was masterminding this game had taken Captain America. He caught himself staring and averted Steve's eyes, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "Not that it's not a comfortable piece of floor. Very much so, really. 10/10, five star Yelp review, would collapse on again."
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Peter Parker, in any iteration, has a tendency to be a flighty little thing, but this version especially. The number of people trying to kill him on any given day is alarmingly high, and he's suffered enough heartbreaking betrayals to know to be cautious in general. So he's...pretty sensitive to the secret-identity-schtick. He was three for three, and starting to think that the identity of Spiderman was taking on a Macbeth-level curse.
He could feel the blush creeping up his neck, truly embarrassed for the first time during this whole thing - yeah, falling on his ass and nearly having a panic attack in the lobby, no problem, but squealing too loud over Captain America, haha whoops - as Steve shuts him up. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, oh, wow. Jeez. Yeah, hi."
"Thank you," Peter accepted the hand up, bouncing up onto the balls of his feet. This must be some real shit, if whoever was masterminding this game had taken Captain America. He caught himself staring and averted Steve's eyes, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "Not that it's not a comfortable piece of floor. Very much so, really. 10/10, five star Yelp review, would collapse on again."