[Tormenting Marc via text became a pastime Peter fell into by mistake. At least that's how he'd make sense of it, this non-Avengers, non-team, non-extended contacts Spider-Man. And sure, m they're all doomed to some brand of despair, but if there was a contest out of the three Spider-Men that met in Younger Peter's version of the world, this Peter would win. It's not really a flex, either, it's just a fact. Younger Peter had a little team, older Peter was making it work with his MJ. This Peter didn't have an MJ, he'd had a Gwen, and that was enough to tell Peter no more.
But the point is, the contact with Marc hadn't been intentional because Peter's friendly enough on the surface he just is, again, always got a little bit of an icy edge if anything comes too close for too long. Texts and calls to tease the guy in the white suit he'd crashed into one day? That's textbook mistake stuff; this Spider-Man doesn't have Captain America or Tony Stark on speed dial.
Instead, somehow, he has Moon Knight.
Which is weird and probably best not thought on too long or hard because it just might betray something more.
And so, of course, it's just better to continue in the spirit of every other time they've talked. Except it's weird without the masks. Or the phones. Because, honestly, the phone is just another mask.]
You saying instead of punching passports they punch heads on arrival here? Sheesh, next time I'll take the Greyhound.
[He did take the Greyhound; Peter's not flying anywhere unless someone's paying for it, and science conventions only pay speakers, not listeners.]
Makes New York downright friendly... [That part's mostly muttered, like he's not entirely sure he's wanting to commit to the bit, though largely it's just distraction: quipping is hard when you're disorientated and effectively trying to laugh off being beamed in a strange town and picked up by the Moon Man.
Which is... odd. Odd timing, odd location. Just... odd. It makes Peter's brow furrow, trying to remember if he effectively left Moon Knight an out of office message (nope) or if he invited him along (also nope) or--]
But hey, if you were gonna follow me over state lines you should've just said, we could've made a road trip out of it. I mean, you got a license, right?
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Almost a literal year later, but who's counting, right? :')
[Tormenting Marc via text became a pastime Peter fell into by mistake. At least that's how he'd make sense of it, this non-Avengers, non-team, non-extended contacts Spider-Man. And sure, m they're all doomed to some brand of despair, but if there was a contest out of the three Spider-Men that met in Younger Peter's version of the world, this Peter would win. It's not really a flex, either, it's just a fact. Younger Peter had a little team, older Peter was making it work with his MJ. This Peter didn't have an MJ, he'd had a Gwen, and that was enough to tell Peter no more.
But the point is, the contact with Marc hadn't been intentional because Peter's friendly enough on the surface he just is, again, always got a little bit of an icy edge if anything comes too close for too long. Texts and calls to tease the guy in the white suit he'd crashed into one day? That's textbook mistake stuff; this Spider-Man doesn't have Captain America or Tony Stark on speed dial.
Instead, somehow, he has Moon Knight.
Which is weird and probably best not thought on too long or hard because it just might betray something more.
And so, of course, it's just better to continue in the spirit of every other time they've talked. Except it's weird without the masks. Or the phones. Because, honestly, the phone is just another mask.]
You saying instead of punching passports they punch heads on arrival here? Sheesh, next time I'll take the Greyhound.
[He did take the Greyhound; Peter's not flying anywhere unless someone's paying for it, and science conventions only pay speakers, not listeners.]
Makes New York downright friendly... [That part's mostly muttered, like he's not entirely sure he's wanting to commit to the bit, though largely it's just distraction: quipping is hard when you're disorientated and effectively trying to laugh off being beamed in a strange town and picked up by the Moon Man.
Which is... odd. Odd timing, odd location. Just... odd. It makes Peter's brow furrow, trying to remember if he effectively left Moon Knight an out of office message (nope) or if he invited him along (also nope) or--]
But hey, if you were gonna follow me over state lines you should've just said, we could've made a road trip out of it. I mean, you got a license, right?