Staring, enraptured, Olivia doesn’t move when he falls to his knees, only watches. He was weak, his body language betrayed fatigue, if not malnutrition. A far cry from the Parker her business partner had killed, this Peter was going. downhill. And fast. The glitching, as beautiful as it was to watch the different colors swirl and spaz around him, was killing the man.
Getting in closer, almost too close, she grins, adjusting her goggles.
“Like what your universe is like! What you’ve done, what you’v gone through, how it’s different, similar, how you think it’s faring without you !— standard coffee talk.”
She pointedly didn’t mention she’d also want to draw blood and get a better grasp of his abilities as a whole, both for science and if she ever wanted to create mote, but that wasn’t important right then.
A claw reached out, snatching at his neck, another moving to swirl around his midsection.
“Cooperate and I can even send you home.”
She, though she said otherwise, would never, unless she could go too. He was just too interesting to let go.
As Oliva stalks closer, Peter presses harder against the wall in a small attempt to get further away from her. He doesn’t struggle as her tentacles wrap around him, though. It makes his skin crawl like hell, but Peter already made up his mind about co-operating. Struggling wasn’t an option.
“Sure. Standard,” Peter rolls his eyes, "That's a lot of points to cover, and I'm not sure I have that kind of time left. So, why don't we start with the stuff you really want to know, and we can see how much we can get through before my atoms destroy themselves."
The comment about sending him home is mostly ignored. Given how sadistic his Octavius was capable of being, Peter didn't really expect that promise to be kept without a few strings attached. And, really, he wasn't even sure he wanted to go back. Or that there was anything worth going back to, at least.
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