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GUESS WHO'S NERVOUS

also second, "guess who" but more literally, because this message contains only the TAB signature of one lady hawke - peter knows better than to connect his own TAB to his spider-man stuff, okay.

third guess (the charm) who's totally playing it off by being a cool guy, having totally hit record on the TAB remotely, so he's already squared off inside the video feed. congratulations to a head-and-shoulders view of some person in tight red and blue, head-to-apparently-toe spandex. as though spandex has any other possible adjective but 'tight'.

still, the same adjective could be applied to the posture, or at least what's visible. it's at least a... loose kind of tight? or something??

anyway, there's the kind of wave you do when you're either about to start a school project, or your great aunt josephine is giving you a thumbs up from afar for whatever weird family reunion cousin sack race you're about to do. ]

Hey everyone!

This is - [ uhh ] - just me. Spider-Man. Just saying, like. I think some people might have had some stuff missing when they evac'd, or whenever they tried to move around, I guess. Or maybe not, I - it's not like I talked to everyone. Either way, like. If you need stuff - your own stuff, please - moved around, or you want someone to keep an eye out for something, or you just need stuff - I can help with that! Or like if you need help getting here to there specifically, or have to move something really heavy, or - now I'm rambling, sorry. If you want help in general. I can't promise everything, but I can promise I'll try. At least, as much as I can.

[ that's what being a superhero is all about anyway, right? he's been slacking since he got here. ]

...........like, not just right now, I mean. All the time. I can be helpful all the time. This was a weird time to do this, wasn't it?

[ the feed cuts off a handful of hurriedly-over-analyzed seconds later. ]

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And a faceless man in red and blue spandex is any less creepy?

[ Look at the eyes of your suit, Peter. Serious creep factor going on here. ]

If you don't want to be easily recognized, why not just send across a text blast?

I guess I was hoping it wouldn't be? [ honestly he really hadn't thought about it until just now. he's been called several things at this point, but 'creepy' never managed to be one of them. ]

Doesn't sending a text offering random help seem like. Even more creepy? At least with the video you know what the person you want to avoid looks like.

[ If possible, Adrien's voice goes even more flat and wry. ]

No, no I really don't. You know why? Because you're wearing a creepy red and blue spandex suit with white eyes, that are probably going to feature in my next round of nightmares.

[ Come on Adrien, stop kicking the puppy.

The doctor sighs heavily and somewhere he rubs his hand over his face before giving his head a shake. ]

Alright, I'm just going to shut up now. Look, you had a nice thought and I hope people take you up on it. You're not wrong, help should always be available even when we're not in crisis mode, so ... good on you for offering.

[ clearly (somehow, through the longer-than-usual pause on his end) a point that peter's neither happy about nor had really considered. honestly, repping on the network prior to having really established himself - adrien has a good point, and while peter's not that pleased to consider it, he can already acknowledge that it's good it was brought up. peter will just have to work harder, do more things to raise his image organically, like it did back home, if he wants to have anything near the same kind of impact. ...if he was ever really having an impact at all.

i'd apologize for the puppy thing if i wasn't about to say that he sounds almost unbearably earnest, in the way that only vague naivety can ever seem to manage when he says: ] Thank you. That's... Not great news, but- Yeah, uh. Thanks. A lot.

[ Oh that earnest tone did things to Adrien.

Namely stirred protective instincts that he had to clamp down hard on. This guy wasn't his responsibility and being a paranoid jackass at the kid, even if it was with the intention of warning him to protect himself, wasn't going to help. ]

Look when you end up with a, [ bullet hole, knife wound, other bumps and bruises ] muscle strain, tell them to bring you to the hospital in Kauto Region One and ask for Arbuckal. If you really, [ piss off the wrong people ] strain a muscle, you can also come to Kauto Region Two, ask for the apple orchard; it's where I keep my clinic.

[ THAT'S ACTUALLY REALLY NICE bc he was like. three and a half full seconds of silence away from asking if maybe he could talk to you again, and to be honest he still might, bc of reasons. ]

Oh, okay. [ vague surprise, but only in the whole sense where now it feels like someone's looking out for him and he doesn't even really know who they are or why. ]

If you, uh. Ever need help with... Well, I don't really know how to explain it. I guess just uh. [ shit, how can someone get in touch with him without getting in touch with him but still get in touch? there are Things Peter Did Not Think Through. ] I'll figure it out and let you know? [ god he's the worst superhero. ]

[ He can't read minds but that adorable bumbling was pretty transparent. Somewhere Adrien had the heel of his hand to his forehead and was shaking it, but ... he had to give the guy props for intention. ]

Yeah, sounds good. In the meantime, try not to end up in the hospital, okay?

[ It was a rhetorical question, and as such he'd be disconnecting the call and letting the kid get on with his do-gooding. ]

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