So Mysterio doing something actually magical for a change? Color him shocked.
It’s probably some new tech he’s picked up, more smoke and mirrors like everything else. But for the life of him, as he tumbles through everything and nothing (and trying not to hurl into his mask), Peter Parker has to wonder how the hell he did it this time. Is this...is he..? Is he actually impressed?
Seriously. Not even kidding. He thinks he’s almost impressive – except that’s the ground. Coming up fast. Real fast. Spider sense slams into him but he’s still sluggish, still moving a beat too slow. There’s a flash of blue and red to the side, human shaped right next to some guy with your stereotypical ski mask upside against the wall. He’s pretty sure he’s faced at least one of those guys once a week.
This is the part where he normally would catch himself. Truth is, eight years into this and he's made it a special, really, really important rule not to Ever Run out of Web Fluid. It's just plain embarrassing. So unprofessional. So he’s got plenty of web fluid. But his reflexes aren’t working the way they normally would. His mind doesn’t seem to link up to his body. Instead of smoothly shooting a web to that perfectly good fire escape, Peter slams shoulder first into a dumpster and rolls off into an awkward sprawl. He comes up in a crouch, his body splayed in a position that’s more animal than man. Mysterio’s got to be here somewhere, he’s -
Huh. There’s also Spider-Man. The outfit’s close enough and he’s doing that wall-crawling thing and waving and he’s even getting all smart with him.
Now he’s getting impressed.
“Yeah?” Peter tries to hide the fact he’s disoriented. Great thing about masks, you can hide behind it and no one can see how your eyes are darting around for clues, trying to catch up. “Looks like you’re just about finished. Got him gift-wrapped and everything already.”
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It’s probably some new tech he’s picked up, more smoke and mirrors like everything else. But for the life of him, as he tumbles through everything and nothing (and trying not to hurl into his mask), Peter Parker has to wonder how the hell he did it this time. Is this...is he..? Is he actually impressed?
Seriously. Not even kidding. He thinks he’s almost impressive – except that’s the ground. Coming up fast. Real fast. Spider sense slams into him but he’s still sluggish, still moving a beat too slow. There’s a flash of blue and red to the side, human shaped right next to some guy with your stereotypical ski mask upside against the wall. He’s pretty sure he’s faced at least one of those guys once a week.
This is the part where he normally would catch himself. Truth is, eight years into this and he's made it a special, really, really important rule not to Ever Run out of Web Fluid. It's just plain embarrassing. So unprofessional. So he’s got plenty of web fluid. But his reflexes aren’t working the way they normally would. His mind doesn’t seem to link up to his body. Instead of smoothly shooting a web to that perfectly good fire escape, Peter slams shoulder first into a dumpster and rolls off into an awkward sprawl. He comes up in a crouch, his body splayed in a position that’s more animal than man. Mysterio’s got to be here somewhere, he’s -
Huh. There’s also Spider-Man. The outfit’s close enough and he’s doing that wall-crawling thing and waving and he’s even getting all smart with him.
Now he’s getting impressed.
“Yeah?” Peter tries to hide the fact he’s disoriented. Great thing about masks, you can hide behind it and no one can see how your eyes are darting around for clues, trying to catch up. “Looks like you’re just about finished. Got him gift-wrapped and everything already.”