Just wait until he calls you 'Miss Morse'. You'll feel like you're actually dying on the inside.]
... Cool. It'd be nice to have someone around my age who understands the feeling... [He pulls a small face, slightly chargrined.] No offense. You're awesome, too, but it's just the — relatability. Is all.
[In a way, Peter of Earth-199999 is more like a Young Avenger, anyway. He grew up in a world of established heroes, people who everyone had looked up to for their acts of service. Tony Stark had carried a nuke into space and pretty much died for a second, and the team had a demi-god alien on it, so kids immediately got stars in their eyes at the prospect of being kept safe by people who genuinely wanted to do the dirty work.
... Absolutely not all it was cracked up to be, of course. When Happy said Tony was a mess, Peter could understand why — doing this line of work, it was rewarding in plenty of ways, but it also really... messes with you.
In ways that Bobbi swings the conversation towards, without quite knowing it.
Peter looks down at his drink, looking a little more serious.]
Yeah. That was... not so good. Me and Mr. St- Me and Iron Man, and Dr. Strange, and the Guardians of the Galaxy, we'd ended up having this big showdown with Thanos in space. He needed the final infinity stone, and we had it. And we did what we could, but... he had other stones, too.
[He rubs his thumb nervously up and down the wet side of the glass cupped between his hands.]
I could feel it coming. Spidey sense, you know? I mean, if you know. But there was nothing anyone could do about it. He wiped out half of all life in our universe then and there, with all the stones.
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Just wait until he calls you 'Miss Morse'. You'll feel like you're actually dying on the inside.]
... Cool. It'd be nice to have someone around my age who understands the feeling... [He pulls a small face, slightly chargrined.] No offense. You're awesome, too, but it's just the — relatability. Is all.
[In a way, Peter of Earth-199999 is more like a Young Avenger, anyway. He grew up in a world of established heroes, people who everyone had looked up to for their acts of service. Tony Stark had carried a nuke into space and pretty much died for a second, and the team had a demi-god alien on it, so kids immediately got stars in their eyes at the prospect of being kept safe by people who genuinely wanted to do the dirty work.
... Absolutely not all it was cracked up to be, of course. When Happy said Tony was a mess, Peter could understand why — doing this line of work, it was rewarding in plenty of ways, but it also really... messes with you.
In ways that Bobbi swings the conversation towards, without quite knowing it.
Peter looks down at his drink, looking a little more serious.]
Yeah. That was... not so good. Me and Mr. St- Me and Iron Man, and Dr. Strange, and the Guardians of the Galaxy, we'd ended up having this big showdown with Thanos in space. He needed the final infinity stone, and we had it. And we did what we could, but... he had other stones, too.
[He rubs his thumb nervously up and down the wet side of the glass cupped between his hands.]
I could feel it coming. Spidey sense, you know? I mean, if you know. But there was nothing anyone could do about it. He wiped out half of all life in our universe then and there, with all the stones.