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Peter watches as their youngest alternate pulls away from their group hug and hurries over to his friends. Despite the pain of his physical wounds, Peter(-Two) feels pretty good about the outcome of this particular strange adventure. Peter-Three's arm is solid and strong around him, helping him stay upright until he can do it under his own power. Some distance away, Norman Osborn is seated on the ground -- okay, actually, the strange round shield that had once been attached to the Statue of Liberty in this world -- head bowed, refusing to look up.
Peter-Two isn't sure what he'd say if Norman tried to speak to him. So it's something of a relief that the old man doesn't.
"All right?" Peter-Three says softly. Peter-Two takes a cautious step away from his alternate's grasp, and smiles when his balance remains steady.
"We will be," he replies.
(Peter-Three's big brown eyes go wider, reflecting confusion for a moment, before he gets it.) He huffs out a laugh. "Yeah... I think we will be."
"Do you think you could..?" Peter-Two gestures toward his back.
Peter-Three realizes what he needs and says, "Oh, yeah, sure..."
"Just to help slow the bleeding some more."
"Yup." Peter-Three raises an arm, aims his mechanical web-shooter, and fires a wad of webbing at Peter-Two's wounded back. It puts pressure on the stab wound and while it doesn't help with the pain, it's some sort of relief.
"Thank you."
"Of course. And... thank you."
Peter-Two smiles, bright and genuine, at Peter-Three. "Of course."
That weird white glow from a few days ago returns, suffusing Peter's body. His alternate is glowing as well, and flashes him a peace sign. Peter raises a hand to wave good-bye... and then their surroundings vanish in a cascading rainbow of light, and something is pulling him away from the world.
There's a flash of some unfamiliar scene, all in shades of red, and a sharp sudden tug from behind his ribcage --
Peter takes a step forward, and there's a shriek and a buzz in the back of his head -- he reels backward and falls on his ass, finding himself at the edge of some unfamiliar building.
This isn't Liberty Island. This isn't his apartment building, where he'd originally been before being pulled into Peter-One's world. Peter goes for his mask, but will he be able to pull it on before he's noticed by someone else on the rooftop?
Peter-Two isn't sure what he'd say if Norman tried to speak to him. So it's something of a relief that the old man doesn't.
"All right?" Peter-Three says softly. Peter-Two takes a cautious step away from his alternate's grasp, and smiles when his balance remains steady.
"We will be," he replies.
(Peter-Three's big brown eyes go wider, reflecting confusion for a moment, before he gets it.) He huffs out a laugh. "Yeah... I think we will be."
"Do you think you could..?" Peter-Two gestures toward his back.
Peter-Three realizes what he needs and says, "Oh, yeah, sure..."
"Just to help slow the bleeding some more."
"Yup." Peter-Three raises an arm, aims his mechanical web-shooter, and fires a wad of webbing at Peter-Two's wounded back. It puts pressure on the stab wound and while it doesn't help with the pain, it's some sort of relief.
"Thank you."
"Of course. And... thank you."
Peter-Two smiles, bright and genuine, at Peter-Three. "Of course."
That weird white glow from a few days ago returns, suffusing Peter's body. His alternate is glowing as well, and flashes him a peace sign. Peter raises a hand to wave good-bye... and then their surroundings vanish in a cascading rainbow of light, and something is pulling him away from the world.
There's a flash of some unfamiliar scene, all in shades of red, and a sharp sudden tug from behind his ribcage --
Peter takes a step forward, and there's a shriek and a buzz in the back of his head -- he reels backward and falls on his ass, finding himself at the edge of some unfamiliar building.
This isn't Liberty Island. This isn't his apartment building, where he'd originally been before being pulled into Peter-One's world. Peter goes for his mask, but will he be able to pull it on before he's noticed by someone else on the rooftop?
