This... was the wrong New York, crouched on the forehead of a bronze eagle as he eyed the Avengers Tower in the distance. The first huge tip off had been the startling lack of neon buzzing all around him, and the half mecha population, the other had absolutely been that absurd eyesore in what could have been a very pretty skyline.
So if he wasn't on Milla's earth where the hell had he landed them. Gaze shifting to the wristband and lightly tapping the display he admitted that maybe he'd been a bit distracted by the ongoing prattle of the symbiote about the fact they hadn't eaten before making this trip.
We are still hungry, Peter.
"Yeah, yeah, I know Ven, but we promised we'd watch Cammie while Mila ran around with that meathead she likes to nibble on.' Walking down the side of the building, still trying to figure out how he'd fucked it up, he tumbled the last floor to reorientate himself and get his hair out of his face. "I don't suppose we can ask a local...'
Or someone at the tower. God, who let them set roots into this city? They were better shunted off to New Jersey, humming softly to himself everything is legal in new jersey. A shoulder catching his surprised him, smile bright as he turned to face- Ah, those cheekbones looked familiar, though he was more familiar with them being flushed and underlined by a meticulously groomed goatee.
"You're a Stark, aren't you? Don't bother answering, I'd know those cheekbones anywhere.' Tasty. No. "I don't suppose you know your designation? Planet wise, or well more accurately universe. I seem to have mistyped a digit when dialing in.'
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