Just one guy? Well that was a load off of his shoulders. Of course, Brainiac had only been around for three days, so it wasn't too farfetched to assume that he merely hadn't come across any other psychos yet. He would have to bring up the patrol thing with the others tonight. "Thanks, I'll watch out for him," he assured, half smiling around his heavily laden fork.
There was a tiny twinge of guilt wiggling in his stomach for not returning the favour - he should warn Brainiac about Eddie, but that would be tantamount to suicide. Anything that linked him to his vigilante life would have to stay a secret, and for the time being, that included any enemies that might pop up. It wouldn't be too hard to connect the dots if Peter did tell him about Brock, particularly if this boy was from another version of his world. He would just have to find him, and get that suit-thing away from him pronto. How he would do it was a complete mystery at the moment, but he'd come up with something. Soon. He had to.
The patronizing tone in his roommate's voice made him frown, overbearing his words for a moment or two. Somebody had an ego on him.
"Thirty first century?" he parroted, quirking an eyebrow. "You're kidding me." That was impo- no, it was possible. Peter had to keep reminding himself of that. If you could time travel a few years, then you could time travel a few hundred years. It would explain the strange language Brainiac had been writing in.
...Wait a sec...
"How come you're speaking twenty-first century English? Wouldn't it have changed by then, or disappeared?"
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There was a tiny twinge of guilt wiggling in his stomach for not returning the favour - he should warn Brainiac about Eddie, but that would be tantamount to suicide. Anything that linked him to his vigilante life would have to stay a secret, and for the time being, that included any enemies that might pop up. It wouldn't be too hard to connect the dots if Peter did tell him about Brock, particularly if this boy was from another version of his world. He would just have to find him, and get that suit-thing away from him pronto. How he would do it was a complete mystery at the moment, but he'd come up with something. Soon. He had to.
The patronizing tone in his roommate's voice made him frown, overbearing his words for a moment or two. Somebody had an ego on him.
"Thirty first century?" he parroted, quirking an eyebrow. "You're kidding me." That was impo- no, it was possible. Peter had to keep reminding himself of that. If you could time travel a few years, then you could time travel a few hundred years. It would explain the strange language Brainiac had been writing in.
...Wait a sec...
"How come you're speaking twenty-first century English? Wouldn't it have changed by then, or disappeared?"