Peter's fall is halted. Breath catching, he finds himself breathing way too hard and fast, his heartbeat possibly on the road of New York, probably squished beneath a wheel of a car.
R.I.P. heart. Peter knew ye well.
He somehow manages to look up and his bug eyes widen when he sees… himself, but with the body of the suit a sleek black with red outlines.
That suit is badass. So cool. ]
Hey!
[ Look, he's not up for anything witty right now. His brain's somewhere in the air. Maybe Miles can catch that, too? ]
Spider-Man! [ He yells, even though he really shouldn't. ] I'm going to puke.
[ He doesn't. Peter Benjamin Parker has guts of steel! Of iron.
Besides, Peter B. Parker has the soft guts. This one's gotta balance the multiverse somehow.
With a flick of his wrist, he aims a webbing at a building (thankfully, it makes its target) and Peter tries his best to help his newfound friend pull him up. He's a lightweight, but he has muscle! ]
[ That moment when the relief of getting the extra web help and pulling his buddy officially out of harm's way crosses paths with such a prospect. There's a newfound wariness in the Spider-Man body language guide. Less because he thinks a dangerous criminal fell into his universe. More because he doesn't know if he should be worried about a splash zone if that turns out to not be a joke.
Miles also puts aside some worry for whether or not he'll have to watch someone glitch to death in the wrong universe. He doesn't see the collider getting back up and running ever again, personally. ]
You good to get to a roof? [ He jabs a pointer finger towards the building that Peter webbed. ] 'cause I think I introduce myself better away from traffic. It's a personal thing.
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Peter's fall is halted. Breath catching, he finds himself breathing way too hard and fast, his heartbeat possibly on the road of New York, probably squished beneath a wheel of a car.
R.I.P. heart. Peter knew ye well.
He somehow manages to look up and his bug eyes widen when he sees… himself, but with the body of the suit a sleek black with red outlines.
That suit is badass. So cool. ]
Hey!
[ Look, he's not up for anything witty right now. His brain's somewhere in the air. Maybe Miles can catch that, too? ]
Spider-Man! [ He yells, even though he really shouldn't. ] I'm going to puke.
[ He doesn't. Peter Benjamin Parker has guts of steel! Of iron.
Besides, Peter B. Parker has the soft guts. This one's gotta balance the multiverse somehow.
With a flick of his wrist, he aims a webbing at a building (thankfully, it makes its target) and Peter tries his best to help his newfound friend pull him up. He's a lightweight, but he has muscle! ]
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[ That moment when the relief of getting the extra web help and pulling his buddy officially out of harm's way crosses paths with such a prospect. There's a newfound wariness in the Spider-Man body language guide. Less because he thinks a dangerous criminal fell into his universe. More because he doesn't know if he should be worried about a splash zone if that turns out to not be a joke.
Miles also puts aside some worry for whether or not he'll have to watch someone glitch to death in the wrong universe. He doesn't see the collider getting back up and running ever again, personally. ]
You good to get to a roof? [ He jabs a pointer finger towards the building that Peter webbed. ] 'cause I think I introduce myself better away from traffic. It's a personal thing.