"Too late, she's jotting it down." Peter lobs back casually, failing to stop himself from smiling.
"The metal is extremely thin, not nanobot level, but it's woven into the fabric that I can kind of just stick through it."
He hesitates, before setting the food down on the edge of the dog's cart to take off his mask. Is it a risk out in the open? Yes, but Peter can tell they are alone right now. The dogs likely won't say much about it. They had seen worse.
He turns his mask inside out, revealing the inner workings. He holds it out for the other Peter to see. Their faces are decidedly different, but, there is that similar boyish charm to it.
"The whole inside of the suit looks like this, specifically so it can contort to my body."
TRUE lol kudos for keeping the mask situation straight!!
"Does that mean it can thicken on command? Or is it just thinner around the sticky points?" He's shifting into full nerd mode, it's true, but it's better than continuing to focus on the panic-inducing parts of the situation.
Other Peter taking off his mask is enough of a shock he almost doesn't register that he's holding out the mask for examination for a beat. He's - young, younger than Peter is himself, though probably not by much. They don't look the same - but don't they, though? The brown of their eyes, the dimple at the corner of their mouths. Like maybe they could pass for brothers - or cousins, at least.
A beat late, Peter accepts the mask, swallowing around the surprise. It's complicated tech to be sure, the level of stuff he saw in his higher undergraduate classes, mostly hypothetical at that point. Seems like this Peter came from a technologically advanced universe, in some respects, anyway. "This is - did you make this yourself?"
I had to re-read the thread, since these two LOVE talking, lmao
"The nano suit I do wear sometimes at least seems to react to what I'm thinking, so it seems to thin out on certain spots without losing any actual protection. This one seems to just be this really thin at the hands and feet, everything else is a bit thicker-"
The eighteen year old smiles at him, something bright and friendly even with what both of them have dealt with in their lives. He's had a chance to grow in Thirteen's realm, literally and emotionally at least.
"I didn't, my mentor Mr. Stark made the suit itself, but I've been working on updating it and keeping things functional. It needs some upkeep since I'm wearing it all the time. With this much going on, you need to keep an eye on functionality-"
"Nano suit? So you have like, multiple?" And high tech, too, much more than Peter had ever thought possible. Sure, he studied nanotechnology and hypothetical applications of it, but his universe was still a ways off from actually putting the hypothetical into practice.
"Mentor?" The name Stark gets zero recognition from Peter, if his other self had expected it to. He turns the mask over in his hands, examining the eyepieces - the closures that were designed to move, unlike his repurposed PVC lenses. "Do you mind if I - ?"
Before he can talk himself out of it or think better of it, Peter reaches up to pull off his own mask. It slips off his head, revealing far more hair than should have been able to fit in there, sticking up every which way, like he stuck his finger in an electric socket.
"Yeah, a couple- the nano suit was more for space or really intense combat stuff." He shrugs back, happy to just keep tumbling along the conversation rabbit hole. The two of them were both pretty prone to tangents. "Yeah, he was a superhero first, decides to help me out sometimes."
There is something assuring as there is odd to see the other Peter not be an exact copy of him. There are the similarities, brown hair, brown eyes, the same kind of exhausted energy both of them carried. Peter for his part doesn't comment on the mask hair, he understands the feeling implicitly.
"Go for it. It'll just feel a little weird at first."
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we can wrap in a tag or two, figured we needed a face reveal
"The metal is extremely thin, not nanobot level, but it's woven into the fabric that I can kind of just stick through it."
He hesitates, before setting the food down on the edge of the dog's cart to take off his mask. Is it a risk out in the open? Yes, but Peter can tell they are alone right now. The dogs likely won't say much about it. They had seen worse.
He turns his mask inside out, revealing the inner workings. He holds it out for the other Peter to see. Their faces are decidedly different, but, there is that similar boyish charm to it.
"The whole inside of the suit looks like this, specifically so it can contort to my body."
TRUE lol kudos for keeping the mask situation straight!!
Other Peter taking off his mask is enough of a shock he almost doesn't register that he's holding out the mask for examination for a beat. He's - young, younger than Peter is himself, though probably not by much. They don't look the same - but don't they, though? The brown of their eyes, the dimple at the corner of their mouths. Like maybe they could pass for brothers - or cousins, at least.
A beat late, Peter accepts the mask, swallowing around the surprise. It's complicated tech to be sure, the level of stuff he saw in his higher undergraduate classes, mostly hypothetical at that point. Seems like this Peter came from a technologically advanced universe, in some respects, anyway. "This is - did you make this yourself?"
I had to re-read the thread, since these two LOVE talking, lmao
The eighteen year old smiles at him, something bright and friendly even with what both of them have dealt with in their lives. He's had a chance to grow in Thirteen's realm, literally and emotionally at least.
"I didn't, my mentor Mr. Stark made the suit itself, but I've been working on updating it and keeping things functional. It needs some upkeep since I'm wearing it all the time. With this much going on, you need to keep an eye on functionality-"
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"Mentor?" The name Stark gets zero recognition from Peter, if his other self had expected it to. He turns the mask over in his hands, examining the eyepieces - the closures that were designed to move, unlike his repurposed PVC lenses. "Do you mind if I - ?"
Before he can talk himself out of it or think better of it, Peter reaches up to pull off his own mask. It slips off his head, revealing far more hair than should have been able to fit in there, sticking up every which way, like he stuck his finger in an electric socket.
gently wraps here
There is something assuring as there is odd to see the other Peter not be an exact copy of him. There are the similarities, brown hair, brown eyes, the same kind of exhausted energy both of them carried. Peter for his part doesn't comment on the mask hair, he understands the feeling implicitly.
"Go for it. It'll just feel a little weird at first."