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[myresponsibility]

[Peter's grabbing his actual communicator after trying to call Gwen at least six times and discovering that nope, his smart phone doesn't have a connection down here. In this. Wherever he is.

There's a long moment where he wonders if he's been snagged by someone - not the cops, definitely not the cops, but maybe Dr. Connors or Oscorp or someone, when he'd been walking through the sewer-

He clicks on the audio, holding it like a phone as he starts moving away from the pod, starting to explore a little more, still in the costume.]

Gwen? Are you-

[The audio cuts abruptly for several minutes, because things are starting to fall into place and either this is a really, really weird dream, or he got yanked out of the sewers of New York City by aliens. And now he's stuck on some ship in a strange... somewhere. He can't feel the ship moving, really, there's no hum under his feet from an active engine or something.

The next part is a video feed, and Peter's changed out of the costume by now. He might not be great at keeping the mask on sometimes, but he figures it's better to try and keep the secret for now. He looks a little roughed up. There's scrapes and bruises on his face - over his left eyebrow, his jaw, his cheek, the bridge of his nose - and there's sort of a resigned-but-desperate edge to the way he addresses the camera, because seriously, he really can't be here right now.]

So, uh, I have no idea what's going on, but I really need to get home, like, now. So if someone could point me in the direction of whoever brought me here, I'd really, really appreciate it.

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[voice] it's cool bro he had to find out eventually ;;

[myresponsibility]

It's fine, it's not- [His voice sticks a little, he's not great at comforting other people when he's struggling with something too, but.]

It's not your fault. I guess I'm just gonna have to hope you're right.

[voice]

[knightoflight]

[Wing would argue he doesn't need comfort. This is his future, the only one he has. In a way it's better than losing something beautiful.]

I think we all are.

But until then, we have many mysteries to solve.

And those can wait. Have you eaten?

[voice]

[myresponsibility]

Uh- [Good question. Lunch in the cafeteria? That already seemed like a long time ago.] Not since I got here, no.

[voice]

[knightoflight]

[It might sound naive, but Wing, well, he is. But it seems to him that bad news seems just slightly less overwhelming when one has some small comforts such as food, or rest. ]

I could take you to the Old City? There are rations aboard the ship but...fresh food is better for your kind, I've been told.

[voice]

[myresponsibility]

[Peter hesitates for a moment, wondering how this could blow up in his face - and there seems like there's a lot of ways it could - before nodding and then realizing oh wait. He can't see him, right.]

Sure. Where should I meet you?

[voice]

[knightoflight]

Are you by the ship? I can be there shortly and take you to the Old City. If you trust me flying.

[voice]

[myresponsibility]

How good of a flier are you? [He's pretty clearly just kidding.]

[voice]

[knightoflight]

I have my moments.

[A little pride. He does enjoy flying.] I have to say it's good to have open air to fly in. However limited.

[voice]

[myresponsibility]

I can imagine. I'll see you outside.

[And would you prefer spamming/logging/assuming?]

[voice]

[knightoflight]

[It's up to you and MY GOD I never got the notif for this!]

I'll see you there.