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[oneguyinaunitard]

Peter has been here for a little over a week. At first he'd thought the whole thing was related to Spider-man. After doing some research, he's pretty sure it's not a Spider-man thing, and he's not sure what to do with that. It leaves him without much direction to go in. Last week, his spider-man suit had shown up in his apartment (which looks suspiciously like his room back in Aunt May's house). He hasn't really determined if there's any need for Spider-man here. So far, his week has been very quiet.

He's got mixed feelings about being here at all. Back home, he's still dealing with Gwen's death. He's just getting back to being Spider-man because whether Gwen is alive or not, New York City needs Spider-man. He can't get his father's words out of his head about those that have the ability to do something also have the responsibility.

Today, he's doing some directionless wandering, taking stock of the city. He's poking in alleys and abandoned buildings, opening doors and (when he thinks no one is looking) doing some fairly impossible wall climbing to check out spots that are high up. Come have a chat.

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[oneguyinaunitard]

It's okay. Peter is reasonably forgiving about things like that. He's a giant, awkward dork so he really has to be. Television is something that Aunt May and Uncle Ben limited in their house so much of Peter's time was spent with books.

School intelligence isn't the only kind of intelligence and Peter knows that.

"Sift?" The look he gives her isn't put on. It's pure and absolute confusion. He's got no idea what she's asking him. "No. I'm not fae. I'm...I don't know...English? Maybe Polish--I--I'm from New York." He sounds as baffled and confused as he looks.

He smirks lopsidedly at her words and ducks his head, flushing a bit. "It's not such a good thing back home," he tells her sheepishly. The way she yells makes him grin though. He shakes his head though and takes a step back, hands going into his pockets.

[thefeckingmega]

"New York? I've never been to New York. Someday I'd go there, if I live that long. See the Statue of Liberty and all them feckin' people crammed into that small space. I don't know how they do it, runnin' into each other all the time. Feck, I'd be one big walkin' bruise again." She looks back at Peter, rubbing her cheek with a ghost of a memory.

Freeze framing would be really hard with that many people. It's a good thing she's gotten better at the slip-stream.

The way he backs off from screaming makes her stare at him, head tilted. Her hands go to her hips as she tries to understand why it would be a bad thing. She considers him with fresh eyes. "You're not the villain of your story, are you? You seem more the hero type to me."

[oneguyinaunitard]

"It's an awesome city. You eventually learn how to get around. We all sort of make space for each other," Peter says with a goofy grin. "But hey, I've never been to Ireland. Or, you know, much of anywhere that wasn't New York." At one time, he was going to go to London with Gwen and then he'd killed her, which he is not going to think about right now when he's talking to a pretty girl.

Peter can only imagine. He spends a lot of his time swinging above the crowd in NYC.

He's not much of a screamer anyway? He just grins at her when she puts her hands on her hips and shakes his head at her question. "Nah," he scrubs a hand over the back of his neck. "I just try to do the right thing. Make my uncle and aunt proud of me."