inevergettosayit
axquanimus
mutantism
ravenistic
magnetiveHe hates this part.
Okay. Maybe that’s an exaggeration. Maybe
there’s something exciting about bumping
into someone and feeling that flicker of
power under his skin. But the not knowing
part wasn’t a highlight.
The confusion he’d started off
with that’d left him grasping
at straws.So the belated sorry is almost murmured
under his breath while his eyes fix on his
hands and he wonders vacantly if the
world is welcoming enough get for him to
ask for a step by step description of their
ability in print.
It wasn’t like he went looking for trouble.
Which, Peter did totally realize
was a cliche wayof looking at it,
but it didn’t make it any less true.
Trouble kinda just… found him.
Here he was, walking around
New York City, trying to actually
finish some errands, and there was this guy
There wasn’t any other way of describing it.
Peter kinda just felt the power… leave him.
(Stop comparing yourself to Jesus, Peter. Christ.)
Well, he did still have them, but it was just…. like
someone cloned them, or something. Like a voluntary
DNA repli Okay, stopping while he was ahead.
If he said anything… well, that would… be….
weird?
not good?
awkward?
dangerous?
❝’S fine.❞
Which it wasn’t, but the other guy didn’t need to know that.
There was something weird about this guy, but, uh,
Peter really didn’t want to blow it.