Marvel Diner: Erik L/Peter M
[Peter was good at moving around unseen, too, but in an entirely different manner than Erik was. Even in a world that was constantly on the move like New York City was, Peter was still faster. Quicker. He existed on a different wavelength than everyone else, and slowing down was, in a word, a bore.
But as much as Peter disliked slowing down to wait, he also disliked being alone. People were fun, brought new things to the table, so it was kind of worth it to slow down, to make friends, to try and find his place in this world that was definitely not his own. So when Erik had asked for help, yeah, of course he had agreed. There was a need, he had realized, and Peter had definitely found what Erik needed. A warehouse in the Bronx, abandoned for at least the past year. Good secure doors, windows, everything that had been asked for, and it didn't seem to have a lot of foot traffic, and he was pretty sure Erik would like that. He liked it, yeah, even if the place was a little dusty. Needed electricity. Flashlights only took a guy so far, y'know?
It was late at night but the city was still thrumming with energy, and Peter soaked it up as he made his way to the diner that Erik had directed him to. It was a cute little place, something he could see himself coming back to, and he was sitting in front of Erik before the door even closed behind him, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned forward, hands folded.] Weren't waiting long, were you?