[And all the while, Peter watches her go through a long and clearly complicated set of thoughts and emotions, looking like a dumbstruck idiot. It's only when she redirects attention to his mask that he finally snaps to attention and everything sort of bleeds back into competency again. People are definitely attacking each other in there; his spider-senses go off as he rushes to pull his mask back on and turn toward the chaos.
That was fucked up, Deerington.
He's going to do his best not to focus on what just happened and get everyone roped up and out of harm's way. In a way, it's almost a good thing that people are going bonkers, since it gives them something to do! Right? Right? Okay no, it's not good, it's a mess, this is a mess. Time to swing, swing, thwip, no quips actively available; heroics now, talk later. Much later, after he melts into the earth to die a horrible, embarrassed death.
As Gwen vanishes into the fray and his lower lip aches and his spider senses warn him of a flying hammer, he can only think—]
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That was fucked up, Deerington.
He's going to do his best not to focus on what just happened and get everyone roped up and out of harm's way. In a way, it's almost a good thing that people are going bonkers, since it gives them something to do! Right? Right? Okay no, it's not good, it's a mess, this is a mess. Time to swing, swing, thwip, no quips actively available; heroics now, talk later. Much later, after he melts into the earth to die a horrible, embarrassed death.
As Gwen vanishes into the fray and his lower lip aches and his spider senses warn him of a flying hammer, he can only think—]
Hello, 2019.