SPIDERSLUNG
…the more peter learns about this kid the weirder he gets. he doesn’t have super strength? maybe it’s - maybe it was a different kind of spider or something. either way, peter shrugs and strolls forwards. he braces one hand on the doorframe, and pulls the door hard by the handle with the other. he doesn’t tear the door off, but he does wrench it hard enough that the locking mechanisms snap audibly.
he tugs the door open the rest of the way and turns back to the kid. ❛ you still haven’t told me what it is we’re looking for. and don’t say suspicious stuff. the last time i went hunting for suspicious stuff i ended up wearing underwear made out of webbing for a week. ❜
the snort he gives at the underwear comment is obnoxious and he’s gotta make sure when he gets back to his own time that he asks his dad about that one. god, he’s gonna get so many good embarrassing stories about his parents from this trip. fuck yeah. rj makes his way into the maintenance hall first, talking over his shoulder as peter follows.
“okay, here’s what i know -- alchemax in my time is fucking around with space-time continuum stuff. i don’t really understand it, because i’m not a nerd, but from what i got, they like, lifted some of the old fantastic four specs and basically made, like, a time machine. some alchemax dumbasses go back to this year, fuck shit up, ya-da, ya-da, i eventually cease to exist.”
“things start getting messy with the time travel stuff, but the, uh, peter parker in the future made me a mobile version of the same time tech --” he taps one of the gadgets on his belt for emphasis. “well, he made it for our spider-man, but spider-man couldn’t go, and it’s not like he was gonna die if this went south, so i figured i’d go instead, and, uh, here i am.” man, charlie and his dad are gonna be so mad when he gets back, but it’s fine! it’s not like rj’s ever gotten a chance to save the world on his own, anyway. it’s his time.
