[ or because it was tuesday earns a snort of laughter in spite of himself because honestly? peter can relate, sort of. tuesday for him was being late for work, because of spider-man, missing a date with mj, because of spider-man, and dealing with someone like quentin beck deciding they need to do something grand and grandiose to make themselves feel a little better. someone like the tinkerer deciding to host an alien invasion because humanity is terrible (or something). tuesday is dealing with that and getting home and finding a past due statement for his rent, and having to ask for another advance on his salary if he hasn't been fired for a high number of unexplainable absences and—
none of it's gods. but boy, if only the answer was that simple and that easy here. he doesn't know how many times he's wanted a skulking, behind-the-scenes bad guy to emerge from the very literal shadows and go 'hey, it's me', only with maybe a little more razzmatazz. then there could be a little bit of punching, some jokes, they could all laugh, maybe cry a little bit, and then go home.
but there hasn't been. there hasn't been any of that here: all they've had are questions and mysteries and a whole load of non-answers. it's beyond frustrating, but peter can't believe that's all there is because — what then?
he holds his hands up, attention shifting away from quentin just for a moment. he looks almost sheepish, although there's a quick smile before: ] —Look, I think I'm, like, honour-bound to oppose that thought, because I'm [ he drops a hand and waves it at himself. ] a scientist. [ there's an edge of humour there, like he's not entirely serious, or like he's not entirely sure how serious he should be. ] But between you and me, I'd really love if this was just someone being a dick.
[ but then he catches that frown, the pause, the changed mind, and he manages to sound a little offended, nevermind that it's part of the reason he opts for clothes that are slightly larger in the first place. (puny parker, right?) ] Hey, I'm — stronger than I look. [ he half-heartedly attempts to argue, half-mumbles before appearing to give up on the idea and shrugging a shoulder. (it's not a big deal, huh? peter doubts eliot would agree with that assertion.) ]
—I'm not going to assume that rule always holds true, but it's the closest thing to a constant we've got, so sure. Focus on keeping the lantern safe, and I'll focus on finding either you or it.
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none of it's gods. but boy, if only the answer was that simple and that easy here. he doesn't know how many times he's wanted a skulking, behind-the-scenes bad guy to emerge from the very literal shadows and go 'hey, it's me', only with maybe a little more razzmatazz. then there could be a little bit of punching, some jokes, they could all laugh, maybe cry a little bit, and then go home.
but there hasn't been. there hasn't been any of that here: all they've had are questions and mysteries and a whole load of non-answers. it's beyond frustrating, but peter can't believe that's all there is because — what then?
he holds his hands up, attention shifting away from quentin just for a moment. he looks almost sheepish, although there's a quick smile before: ] —Look, I think I'm, like, honour-bound to oppose that thought, because I'm [ he drops a hand and waves it at himself. ] a scientist. [ there's an edge of humour there, like he's not entirely serious, or like he's not entirely sure how serious he should be. ] But between you and me, I'd really love if this was just someone being a dick.
[ but then he catches that frown, the pause, the changed mind, and he manages to sound a little offended, nevermind that it's part of the reason he opts for clothes that are slightly larger in the first place. (puny parker, right?) ] Hey, I'm — stronger than I look. [ he half-heartedly attempts to argue, half-mumbles before appearing to give up on the idea and shrugging a shoulder. (it's not a big deal, huh? peter doubts eliot would agree with that assertion.) ]
—I'm not going to assume that rule always holds true, but it's the closest thing to a constant we've got, so sure. Focus on keeping the lantern safe, and I'll focus on finding either you or it.