The pair burst out into the frigid night from the wrong end of the door entirely. Peter scrambled under the top of the frame, then up the wall, leaving room for Jessica to do the same. His teeth chattered, but he said nothing more about the cold.
It was now that he took the knot out of the pillow case around his shoulder, thrusting a hand inside. Out came a single webshooter, and onto the wrist it went. Peter stared at the rest, thinking deeply, then tossed it all into the snow. He didn't need his costume now. He didn't need the radio. The webshooter and the flashlight in his pocket were the only tools he needed.
"Dude, if this works...I just want to say that it's like...It's actually pretty awesome this happened. You being here and stuff." Peter's lips pursed. His teeth still chattered from behind. "I don't know what will happen if we go back but - find me sometime. Okay?"
This was awkward. But if it was the last time he'd be seeing Jessica (Jess, he wanted to call her. A real, honest to god nickname, geez), then he did want to say something. Slivers slid into his chest when he realized the same could apply to everyone else. Brainy, he thought frantically. Claire. Indy and Badou, who had just come back. Oh god, so many people. Suddenly the last conversations he'd had with each came flooding back to him, and none of them seemed satisfactory. He glanced over at his clone, eyes strangely wide. Below them the cockroaches spilled out the door uselessly, their skittering gone ignored.
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The pair burst out into the frigid night from the wrong end of the door entirely. Peter scrambled under the top of the frame, then up the wall, leaving room for Jessica to do the same. His teeth chattered, but he said nothing more about the cold.
It was now that he took the knot out of the pillow case around his shoulder, thrusting a hand inside. Out came a single webshooter, and onto the wrist it went. Peter stared at the rest, thinking deeply, then tossed it all into the snow. He didn't need his costume now. He didn't need the radio. The webshooter and the flashlight in his pocket were the only tools he needed.
"Dude, if this works...I just want to say that it's like...It's actually pretty awesome this happened. You being here and stuff." Peter's lips pursed. His teeth still chattered from behind. "I don't know what will happen if we go back but - find me sometime. Okay?"
This was awkward. But if it was the last time he'd be seeing Jessica (Jess, he wanted to call her. A real, honest to god nickname, geez), then he did want to say something. Slivers slid into his chest when he realized the same could apply to everyone else. Brainy, he thought frantically. Claire. Indy and Badou, who had just come back. Oh god, so many people. Suddenly the last conversations he'd had with each came flooding back to him, and none of them seemed satisfactory. He glanced over at his clone, eyes strangely wide. Below them the cockroaches spilled out the door uselessly, their skittering gone ignored.
This really could be it.