[ It's not the first time that Miles has up and run into something since he kicked life into high Spider Gear. It probably won't be the last. Like, realistically, between Miles brand luck and superhero brand luck.
It's also not the first time he's done the whole Thing with running into another Spider-Man, naturally, it's just that he kinda thought last time was the last time.
So that's surprises of the universe: 1, Spider-Man: 0. Maybe it's neither of their turns with the brain cell today.
Miles wildly slaps a hand onto the nearest wall. If anyone asks, it was super graceful and immediate and calm. No one here had a moment of wild floundering confusion. No sir. ]
I got you!
[ OR HE SURE HOPES HE DOES? He shoots a web Peter's way. The plan, such as it is, is to not miss, so that he can pull the fresh hip new Spider-Fam flavor back up and away from the deadly traffic. Personally, Miles is very fond of this plan. ]
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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It's also not the first time he's done the whole Thing with running into another Spider-Man, naturally, it's just that he kinda thought last time was the last time.
So that's surprises of the universe: 1, Spider-Man: 0. Maybe it's neither of their turns with the brain cell today.
Miles wildly slaps a hand onto the nearest wall. If anyone asks, it was super graceful and immediate and calm. No one here had a moment of wild floundering confusion. No sir. ]
I got you!
[ OR HE SURE HOPES HE DOES? He shoots a web Peter's way. The plan, such as it is, is to not miss, so that he can pull the fresh hip new Spider-Fam flavor back up and away from the deadly traffic. Personally, Miles is very fond of this plan. ]
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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.