"Kanaya, I spin webs and climb up walls. What else would I call myself? The Webbed Wonder? Spinderella? It's not like I got bitten by a radioactive cockroach. Which is good, 'cause I am way too big to hide under the dishwasher whenever someone turns on the light."
Spidey lowers his arms, reflexively glancing down at Kanaya's touch. "Uh, up until very recently it's been me and my trusty Singer. Sometimes help from--" the briefest hesitation, as Peter internally debates how to refer to MJ and Felicia in a very public space "--friends."
Scattered across the audience, five different people start composing rumblr posts about whether Peter Parker is one of those friends. Or maybe the only friend. Quote-unquote.
"Back on my -- do I get to call it my home planet? That's gotta be one of the imPort perks -- back home, most heroes make their own suits, but some of them get designs and tech from other folks in the hero community -- or from that guy in Queens who takes hero and villain clients on alternate days, which works way better than you'd think. But my current suit was a gift from Val Richards, who used to be part of the Future Foundation here. She got sent home, but not before giving me this."
Spidey poses arms akimbo, and a ripple of black washes down his suit, like someone poured an ink bottle over his head. In moments the suit is all-black, except for the ghostly lenses and much-larger spider logo emblazoned on his chest in white. The crowd oohs and aahs, but just as the applause dies down the costume flips to red with gold metallic details. Then back to the classic blue-and-reds.
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Spidey lowers his arms, reflexively glancing down at Kanaya's touch. "Uh, up until very recently it's been me and my trusty Singer. Sometimes help from--" the briefest hesitation, as Peter internally debates how to refer to MJ and Felicia in a very public space "--friends."
Scattered across the audience, five different people start composing rumblr posts about whether Peter Parker is one of those friends. Or maybe the only friend. Quote-unquote.
"Back on my -- do I get to call it my home planet? That's gotta be one of the imPort perks -- back home, most heroes make their own suits, but some of them get designs and tech from other folks in the hero community -- or from that guy in Queens who takes hero and villain clients on alternate days, which works way better than you'd think. But my current suit was a gift from Val Richards, who used to be part of the Future Foundation here. She got sent home, but not before giving me this."
Spidey poses arms akimbo, and a ripple of black washes down his suit, like someone poured an ink bottle over his head. In moments the suit is all-black, except for the ghostly lenses and much-larger spider logo emblazoned on his chest in white. The crowd oohs and aahs, but just as the applause dies down the costume flips to red with gold metallic details. Then back to the classic blue-and-reds.
"It's made with unstable molecules."