The kids were gonna be alright. Or, at least, this kid, who'd come spidering across the skyline, right from work, to share some kinda guaranteed cool science stuff. Which was very alright with Peter, anyway. "I'm watching! I'm watching," he insisted, shoving his laptop away for after whatever Miles was setting up at MJ's kitchen table. Water bottle, okay. Motor oil, interesting. That now-familiar zappy thing crackling between his fingers, always awesome. And...
"Oh, wow," Peter tilted right over, eyes wide, level with all that bioelectricity in action. "What is happening there, look at that, it's like... it's..." his own fingers mirrored Miles', circling. Then he sat back, still beaming, wondering, pawing the nearest stress ball - a thinking ball, so he didn't have to waste any of those thoughts on figuring out what his hands should be doing - and giving it a knead.
"Okay, so. I'm having physics flashbacks. Are you having physics flashbacks? Physics and Electro. You ever had to deal with that guy? But it's a thing, like a famous experiment, one of those thes, you know? The Something Experiment. Pretty sure." Google time. Cracking that laptop back open, Peter minimized the post-processing he'd been doing in his shiny, workplace subscription copy of Photoshop and got down to keywords. "How is work? And school. And other work." Spider-Work, Creative Commons licensed. Not actually, but.
Miles turned from the little ball of oil in his hands to watch Peter watch him, grin growing right alongside the delight he could see in Pete's face. He was proud to have something to share with him, especially something this cool. Although the cool thing was a little hard to do while also trying to watch something that wasn't the cool thing.
"I get physics flashbacks, but I don't think they're the kind you're talking about," Miles bemoaned, thoughts flashing to junior year of high school and the physics class he'd gracefully failed and had to retake the next year. "But yeah, I fought Electro. I think we accidentally blew up a city block." A pause and a sheepish smile. "Oops."
The Cool Thing had finally gotten too distracting, and so Miles made a quick movement, dumping the oil into the still open canister and not over the nice floor and rug. He let out a huff, relieved, and turned back to Peter with interest. "Oh, for real? That's so messed up, I've never had an original experience in my life, what do you mean there's a the experiment about it?" Oh well. He was still super interested, though- and at Peter's interest in his life, he gave a shrug. "Eeeh, good, good, and also good. I'm thinking about taking up some community service- you know that new shelter that opened downtown? They could use more volunteers I heard, and I thought I could help out when I wasn't at the shop. School is school, nothing new there. Other work hasn't been too busy- I helped out with that fire in the apartments up in Harlem, that's about it."
Deep breath, big smile that was ever so apologetic for rambling. "How about you?"
