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Miguel ([info]miguel_ohara) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2018-05-21 12:48:00

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Entry tags:miguel o'hara, ~peter parker

Who: Spidermen (Peter and Miguel)
What: First meeting!
Where: Food Court
When: Lunchtime, May 21



Miguel had spent all of Sunday and all of Monday morning in the lab (except for his daily run with Roxy&co), working with Lyla on building the structure for his database. Not the most exciting part of his work, but beyond necessary to make sure things were a lot easier later on. So when Lyla forcibly closed down all their work and refused to let him do anything until he'd gone to the foodcourt and eaten something that wasn't coffee or a coffee-related product, he didn't argue all that much.

Once he'd gotten his lunch, he stopped trying to go through database constructs in his brain, and looked around for where he could sit. His usual spot, with a good view of the starscape beyond, was available, but there was a far better seat somewhere else. Miguel grinned as he spotted Peter Parker at a table on his own, although you couldn't really see the table because of all the random ...stuff that was covering it. Peter looked to be engrossed in examining the insides of something, so Miguel wasn't quiet, pushing a chair out of the way as he approached. Not that he could have sneaked up on Peter anyway.

"You mind if I sit here?" he asked, as he took a seat across from the other Spiderman.


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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-21 12:49 pm UTC (link)
Not having to hide his work was probably the coolest thing in the world. Back in Queens, he had a tiny desk in his room and the lab space at school he had to share with 30 other kids, half of who were goofing off and mixing acids with bases. The technology on the space station he'd dubbed Moya was like nothing he could have ever had back home. The programming must have been so intricate and layered that in order to crack into it would have taken centuries. Plus people had told him not to. Not that that was the reason he'd stopped trying.

Instead Peter had been experimenting with   his web shooters (called Chip and Dale). The tinsile strength of his web fluid had doubled since he had been on Moya experimenting. New and old tech alike had fallen into his lap - one time literally - and had given Peter the coolest new stuff ever. Mr Stark would be proud one day.

That's why he jumped out of his skin when he heard the scraping of a chair and a voice he didn't know too well.

"Jeeze dude, how the heck did I not hear you coming?" He asked, dropping his soldering iron. His spider sense wasn't fine tuned either but maybe this guy wasn't just a guy. "If you can put up with my junk, sure, you can sit here."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-21 12:56 pm UTC (link)
"Thanks," Miguel replied, and set his tray down on the seat beside him for the moment. Then he held his hand out. "Hi, I'm Miguel. We've spoken over the network. And I have no idea how you didn't hear me."

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-21 01:03 pm UTC (link)
Peter looked the guy up and down before concluding that he probably wasn't going to randomly attack him in the middle of an open food court or something. He looked really cool. Way too cool to talk to him. "You're Miguel? I remember you, you're from the future, right?? What's it like to come back to 2018?"

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-21 01:18 pm UTC (link)
"That's me. And it's... weird. 2099 is very advanced in some ways, but there's things we've lost or forgotten about that I've only known about since showing up here," he explained, before his stomach growled. Miguel heard it easily, but then, he had enhanced hearing, so he wasn't sure if it had carried or not. Glancing down at his food, he then looked at the stuff in front of him on the table. It didn't look too important, but since he wasn't the one working on it, he couldn't have said either way.

"Do you mind if I clear this space? I'm not getting in the way of work?"

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-21 01:37 pm UTC (link)
Now that he looked closer, Peter could see some seriously weird stuff on Miguel. Where those fangs? And what was he hiding behind those shades? It wasn't like he was used to aliens and stuff but those definitely weren't 100% human. So freaking cool. Peter wished he had fangs.

"2099, I still can't believe it. I'll probably be dead by then, so unfair," Peter scowled for a moment, hating the idea of not getting to see the future. Present. Whatever it was. "Oh shoot, sorry. Let me clear you an actual space like a normal person would..." he said, reaching over and moving his blueprints, screws and scrap wires and metal he'd been testing. "I'm working on supercharging some uh... web-shooting things. Maybe find a way to send electrical currents down them if I can. I've been trying to see which metals can be used to conduct the currents down a fluid line."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-21 01:51 pm UTC (link)
"You never know, there might be a door that opens here and goes to my time," Miguel said while he helped Peter clear a space, carefully not reacting when the kid said 'web-shooting', "and if you're sending a current through a fluid, what's in the fluid to begin with?"

He picked up a couple of fries and ate them, indicated that Peter could help himself if he wanted some, and waited for the reply.

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-21 03:21 pm UTC (link)
"That would be awesome. People told me about these weird Stargate doors and it's like, a portal, or something, to another time and other worlds? I wonder if every planet has something in common. I bet it's water..." he said, trying to clear up his workspace and re-jig it so he didn't lose anything. Normally it was a clustertruck of a mess.

Peter grinned when Miguel asked the question and answered with a string of altered chemicals and natural fibers, biodegradable and with intense tinsile strength. "But electric ones would look even better."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-21 03:39 pm UTC (link)
Miguel nodded as Peter listed the components of his webbing. This was genuinely interesting for him, since his own webs were generated by his body and were identical to spider-silk; he'd never had to think about this before. "Lyla, front and center," he said, and his holoagent appeared, floating above their table as she manifested from Miguel's watch.

"Peter, this is Lyla. She's a holographic AI, she might be able to help. Lyla, this is Peter," he said, before lifting his sandwich and taking a bite.

"Hello, Peter," Lyla said with a smile, before vanishing. She was replaced by a floating representation of what Peter had described earlier, showing how the various different components worked together and their different bonds and charges. "I can assist you in altering the chemical composition of your webbing. Simply tell me what you would like to include and we can see how the structure and properties of the webbing will change."

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-21 04:24 pm UTC (link)
Peter's eyes bugged when the hologram of a woman popped up, golden like she was made of some otherworldly material. Holy crap. This was a true hologram in front of his eyes, manifested from a freaking watch. Ideas for Karen immediately popped into his head.

"AI? You programmed her?" he asked, half impressed and half in disbelief. Maybe technology had gone so far that artificial intelligence was like a flip phone. In a flash, Peter saw the compounds of his web fluid in mid air, running simulations of how different additives would affect it without having to make a hundred formulas. "You can run all the variables in each simulation for me? That's... that's amazing."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-21 04:41 pm UTC (link)
Miguel shook his head as he swallowed his bite of sandwich. "I could never programme an AI like Lyla. Mine always came out... functional, but Lyla has a personality. She likes to bake," he explained. "I can maintain her, and her hardlight generators, but that's it."

Lyla reappeared instead of the 'balls and sticks' of a chemical compound and ran her hands through her hair as she spoke to Peter again. "I can run multiple simulations at the same time, based on a range of parameters provided by you. Tell me, Peter, do you like crullers?"

"Not now, Lyla. She can run all the simulations you'll need, but she can't manufacture compounds once they've been decided upon. That'd be up to you," Miguel explained. "Would you be insulated from the charge after you've fired your webs?"

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-21 08:31 pm UTC (link)
"Is it common?" Peter asked, curious as the simulations ran before she turned back into... was that Marilyn Monroe? "To have an AI assistant who... can bake crullers, apparently. I don't guess you've got any spare hardlight generators?"

He looked through all the different simulation and, while none were perfect so far, felt more hopeful than he had in days. Maybe it was possible after all.

"I hope I'd be insulated or you'll see me on the floor as a pile of ash or something," he said, grimacing at the idea of it. "I do not want to get electrocuted by my own web shooters, that'd just be total embarrassment."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-21 08:46 pm UTC (link)
"I am unique on this station so far," Lyla replied, smoothing down her skirt as she spoke, "but we do not know very much about the technology available here at the moment. There may be others." She didn't look too concerned about the idea, though.

Miguel just shrugged. "Back home, a lot of people have holoagents. But again, most of them are functional rather than... well, Lyla. And currently, I don't have any spare hardlight generators, no. But I do know how to build them."

He ate some more while Peter checked the results Lyla was providing, and slowly started to feel less awful. "Could I see how they work? Is that okay?"

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-21 08:53 pm UTC (link)
"Thank you for your help, Lyla," Peter said, grinning a little gormlessly as she laid her skirt down flatter. She was so cute. And looked so human despite the odd golden glow about her cheeks. He thought about Karen and how her voice had helped him find his own way in crisis. He missed Karen; she hadn't been working since he'd got his suit back.

Miguel, on the other hand, was more of a mystery. Peter didn't like to pry because the last time he stuck his nose into someone else's business, a whole building had been brought down on top of him instead. He didn't seem like a threat or anything but better not to ask too many questions.

"You know how to build hardlight generators? That's awesome, you think I could swap you my webshooter blueprints and formula for a lesson in how to build one? The name is just so oxymoronic, right? Hardlight. It makes no sense, light is light."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-21 09:08 pm UTC (link)
"Light is light, it's particles that act like waves. Or waves that behave like particles, whatever. Everyone knows that, right? Hardlight, though. You cause the photons in the air to start acting like atoms on a quantum level," Miguel began, and ran through a basic explanation of how the generators worked, then paused to finish off the rest of his fries. He had been far hungrier than he'd thought, clearly.

"I'll show you how to build one, sure, but, uh, I don't really need the blueprints or your formula. I make my own webs," he said with a smile and another shrug.

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-21 09:14 pm UTC (link)
As Peter listened to Miguel's explanation of hardlight, he realised just how much there was to learn from future technology. He needed a better resource, someone who knew how these concepts work so that they could be implemented in a useful way for his suit. Not like he had a lot else to do on Moya anyway. "I never thought about it like that, manipulating quantum particles to change the nature of photons so they condense? I could definitely use that. The reach could be almost exponential..."

He was off in thought for a moment but caught the tail end of Miguel's words. "What? What, what you mean? Make your own webs?" he asked, eyes widening. "Did you get ... powers too?"

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-21 09:31 pm UTC (link)
"I got ... powers too," he repeated back at Peter. "Similar to yours, but the details are a bit different. Excuse me, this is rude, but I've been building a database for most of the weekend and I forgot to eat," he said, and finished off his sandwich as well. Shock, he'd needed that.

Once he'd wiped his hands, he pushed back a sleeve, being careful not to put too much pressure on his arm at any point. "Can you see these?" he asked, and indicated the slight bumps and dents on his forearm. "Those are spinnerets. I make my own webs."

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-25 09:15 am UTC (link)
Peter eyed Miguel slightly, feeling that weird tingling heat in the back of his neck as his skin goosebumped up. So that was why his senses sharpened around this guy, he had weird superhero-ish powers too, that was why everything about his outward appearance was a little... off. "Powers? What kind of powers? Did you get bitten by a thing too? Mine itched for weeks!"

At first, Peter thought that he was showing him the spider bite or scratch or whatever it was but then Miguel explained what they were and Peter's eyes bugged. "Dude?! You have organic web shooters?! Show me!"

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-25 09:08 pm UTC (link)
"Spider powers. But I didn't get bitten. And sure I can show you, but not here. I don't want to get the place all gunky. Isabel and Lacey don't need dissolving webs everywhere," he explained, and got to his feet.

"I'm just leaving my dishes back," he said so that Peter wouldn't think he was running off on him, before piling everything onto his tray and leaving everything at a cleaning station. While he walked back, he thought about the different places they could go. The Mall, maybe?

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-26 10:42 pm UTC (link)
Peter wondered how exactly Miguel had gotten spider powers without the bite because Peter's own bite had itched like a son of a bitch for two weeks straight while he'd been wrestling with supersticky finger tips. Not pleasant. Neither did Peter know who exactly Isabel and Lacey were but he didn't want to make a mess either.

"Okay, just let me clear up my work, I can't just leave it out in the open for someone to find, I'll never get it back. Shooting webs from your forearms, turns out, kinda fun," he grinned, rushing to pack his work up quickly. "I should look into quicker dissolving web fluid..."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-26 10:52 pm UTC (link)
Once he was back at the table, Miguel offered to help pack the rest of Peter's work away while Lyla was suggesting different additives that would assist with changing the properties of the webbing in different ways.

"Don't worry if you don't remember all of what she's saying," Miguel said, "I can send everything to your phone later. Anyway, I think the Mall might be the best place to go for this. There's a lot of space, and some pretty high ceilings. Plus it's close by, so that helps. Where do you want to leave your work?"

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-26 10:59 pm UTC (link)
Gladly accepting the help to pack his stuff away - mostly it was just notes and chemical formulas scribbled on scraps of paper he'd used three or four times - Peter couldn't help but feel excited for seeing real, organic webshooters in action. Could they hold the same tinsile strength as his own? What if they were better, stronger... could he get a sample to analyse without looking like a weirdo?

"Oh I brought my backpack," Peter said hurriedly, shoving fistfuls of his papers into his backpack, knowing he would more than likely remember every one of them clear as day, photographic memory had been a Peter thing more than a Spider-Man thing. "Let's go, man, I wanna see the webslinging in action. Maybe we can trade tips about them? Hints on how to swing through suburbia? I haven't cracked that one yet."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-26 11:16 pm UTC (link)
"I... have never been in suburbia," Miguel admitted with a shrug, finding it hard to keep from smiling at Peter's enthusiasm. He gestured for the younger Spider to go on ahead once his backpack was rammed full of things, and followed after.

"When I'm from, it's just cities and wasteland," he explained. "If you're from the same timeline as Tony Stark, though, I've been in your New York. I liked it a lot. All those combustion engines and the noise and so much space... And the bodegas! I liked one with a cat in the ceiling."

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-26 11:21 pm UTC (link)
"What, no white picket fences and grill-outs in 2099?" Peter still grinned, just an overexcited nerd waiting to play with a new toy. He practically shoved his backpack onto his back and scrambled out of his seat as suggested.

Peter frowned in confusion, "There's a bodega in New York with a cat in the ceiling? You'll have to be more specific than that, I know at least three with health code violations but they still put extra syrup in the Slurpees and I need those when Nationals come around. Brain needs the happy juice..."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-26 11:31 pm UTC (link)
"There are in holovids? But not in real life. There's Downtown, which is your New York, and then Nueva York is built above it. Thousands of feet above." He should know, he'd fallen that entire height, and slammed off a couple of buildings on the way down. "The city boundaries are pretty definite, and then there's wasteland."

Miguel gave Peter the address of Ceiling Cat Bodega, and tried to work out what Slurpees were beyond liquid sugar. "I've never had a Slurpee," he admitted after a few seconds. "What are they?"

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-27 08:49 pm UTC (link)
"I have so much to learn, man," Peter muttered mostly to himself as he followed Miguel towards wherever it was he was leading them. Peter didn't know Moya's layout that well and was half-sure that the corridors and stuff changed places like it did in Hogwarts. Then he got excited about maybe getting a door-thing to Hogwarts.

He wasn't familiar with the address but could imagine bodegas wouldn't really change much since they never had, never really needed to. "Basically liquid sugar and like... snow, or something? I'm not sure but it's got so much food colour in that it turns your tongue a different colour. It's awesome."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-27 08:59 pm UTC (link)
Slurpees sounded vile, but he just nodded. "I'll take your word for it," he said, before looking round at Peter. "So, are you going to suit up when we get to the mall, or am I doing this on my own?"

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[info]spooderboy
2018-05-27 09:04 pm UTC (link)
Laughing, his eyes lighting up, Peter slapped a hand on Miguel's back, cringing to himself as he did it a bit too hard and jerked the poor guy forward. "I bring my suit everywhere dude, I'm a superhero!"

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-05-27 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Miguel just smiled at the reply, even with the slap on his back, then stopped at a bank of elevators. "This takes us down to the Mall," he explained, before pressing his palm against a panel in the wall. A door slid open, revealing a fairly typical elevator to be honest, except all the writing was the weird station language and you needed to twist your hand round on another panel to show where you wanted to go to. Miguel knew what writing he was looking for, though, and found it quick enough once he'd stepped into the elevator. They'd end up on the top floor of the mall with all its balconies and wide open volumes. It wasn't webswinging through a city from building to building, but it was as close as they could get on the station.

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[info]spooderboy
2018-06-05 12:56 pm UTC (link)
"There's a Mall here?" Peter asked, interest piqued. "When you say Mall, you mean like Cinnabon and soft pretzels and kiosks trying to sell second-rate phone cases that break in a week?" he said, eyes widening at the elevator as it opened up. There were weird symbols in a configuration that didn't make any sense to him. Maybe the station wasn't as linear as he thought it was. Maybe it was like the Wonkavator and went in any direction.

He was about to ask another question when the thing dinged and the doors opened up and Peter could just feel that they were high up. Ironically he had never had much of a head for heights until he became Spider-Man and even the Washington monument had been a task.

"Can I ask you something? What's the highest you've ever climbed?"

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-06-05 01:25 pm UTC (link)
"I mean a shock-load of shops in one place," Miguel replied, unsure what a cinnabon was. He let Peter look round the Mall for a few seconds before stepping out of the elevator.

"The highest? Oh, uh. In my time, I climbed the Alchemax Building. And Valhalla but I don't know if that counts since it was floating above everything. So they're both about four thousand feet at least? And then we had a Door to New York a while ago. I climbed up to the top of the Empire State Building a few times. And jumped off it too," he said before hopping up onto the safety rail and walking along it. "How quickly can you be ready?"

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[info]spooderboy
2018-06-05 03:08 pm UTC (link)
He blushed a little sheepishly, mentally hitting himself for being such a doofus yet again. Was there no end to his verbal diarrhoea? "I didn't know if a Mall was still the same thing from 2099 as it is in my time..." he offered as an explanation for his idiocy.

The Mall they were standing in - or above, depending on your perspective - was frigging huge. It was easily the highest Mall Peter had ever been to, though not the highest he'd been indoors, at least. Empire State Building still held that record.

Wait. Miguel said something. Valhalla was real? Peter stuttered for a moment, still in the stages of awestruck idiot. "I... I climbed to the top of the Washington Monument once..."

Right, the webslinging. "Like two minutes, hold on..." he said, scrambling to take off his jacket and sneakers.

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-06-07 10:06 am UTC (link)
"They're mostly the same, yeah, but I didn't know a lot of the shops in the Malls I went to in New York, so I don't know what a cinnabon is," Miguel said, having to really fight the urge to backflip along the rail while he was talking and waiting for Peter to be ready. He settled for more walking, looking completely at ease as he did so and not at all like he was at least fifty meters above the ground level.

"If a door to Nueva York opens, I'll show you round. But I won't be able to show you the Washington Monument. It got destroyed years ago, so I've only seen it in pictures." While Peter was finishing getting ready, Miguel gave into the urge and cartwheeled back towards him before dropping into a crouch in front of the kid. "Lyla, drop the clothing hologram," he said as he took off his glasses, then pulled his mask over his face. "Will you put these in your bag?" he asked Peter as he held his glasses out to him.

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[info]spooderboy
2018-06-07 10:22 am UTC (link)
Why was he so disappointed that Cinnabon didn’t exist in 2099? He probably wasn’t gonna be around to watch their extinction and if he was, he probably wouldn’t have enough teeth to eat one of those sweet, spicy, warm beauties all to himself. Okay so maybe he was just hungry. Miguel, meanwhile, seemed to be itching to be off, and Peter knew the feeling well. When he was standing on the top of an apartment building, looking out over the ledge, he had a weird urge to jump. Or leap, more accurately. It had to be the weird spider-sense thing, right? How the hell did that work?

“I’ve seen enough of the Washington Monument to last me a lifetime or two, believe me. I had to climb to the top, use a freaking helicopter as a pivot and swing directly into a tiny window to smash the glass with my feet, climb in and then save all my friends from plunging to their deaths in an elevator…” he rattled out, still ending the story with a shit-eating grin on his face. “That was kinda fun.”

Peter finally got the suit on and pressed the chest button so it vacuum sealed him in. Handy little trick that Mr Stark had managed to incorporate that made changing so much easier. Peter took the glasses Miguel proffered and put them into his own backpack, leaving it at the base of a column.

“You ready?”

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-06-07 10:59 am UTC (link)
"Ready," Miguel said, fairly sure that his grin was audible in his voice, and threw himself backwards off of the rail, arcing out into the empty space behind him.

The Light Byte cloth on his back did its job, slowing his fall, although he still didn't have anywhere near as much space as he'd like to go into freefall. Spinning in midair, he fired off a line of webbing and swung back up towards the ceiling. Looking behind him at Peter, he called back towards him as he let go of his webbing. "You swung from a helicopter?" That was pretty shocking cool. He kicked off of another balcony and somersaulted down to a lower level before firing off more webbing and swinging back up to the same level as Peter.

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[info]spooderboy
2018-06-07 11:14 am UTC (link)
“Holy shit…” Peter watched as Miguel did some elegant backwards swan dive from the railing, completely unphased by the drop below him and the concrete at the bottom of the Mall. The man was impressive and looked like the coolest person in the world while going into a freefall, spitting out his organic webbing from the thingies on his arms; the tensile strength looked even better than the fake webbing that Peter made in his room. The arch of the swing was a beautiful curve, near-perfect.

It was gonna be hard to beat that display. He’d try his hardest.

“Be cool, Pete, be cool. You can be elegant and timelessly handsome with a roguish Irish edge, you totally got this…” he whispered to himself, taking a different tack and running towards the railing, timing his jump so he launched upwards towards the ceiling. Peter aimed his webbing at the dead centre of the ceiling and screamed “YES!” when it struck. “WAHOO!” he said, somersaulting and swinging, using the central webbing as a fulcrum.

He leapt onto a pillar and felt his spider… things… stick to it, adhering him to the 90 degree surface.

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-06-07 12:34 pm UTC (link)
At Peter's happy yell, Miguel swung up to the ceiling of the mall and clung to it with his talons as he watched Peter's aerial display. His enthusiasm was pretty infectious, and Miguel found himself laughing as Peter bounced around below him.

When Peter landed on the pillar, Miguel crawled along the ceiling towards it, then anchored a webbing line above him and lowered himself down to hang upside down in front of the other Spider. "It's not New York, but this place does okay in a pinch," he said. "You like it?"

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[info]spooderboy
2018-06-07 04:19 pm UTC (link)
Peter clung onto the pillar, watching as Miguel copied his move and swung all the way up to the ceiling. He grinned and pulled his mask off, always preferring to have the thing off rather than on. The eyes were good at evading criminals, but this was just Cirque du Spiders, not his average Saturday night in Queens.

Miguel was doing the classic bit, the upside-down web-hold, and making it look effortless. The powers just made it that way, like they’d been doing aerial acrobatics for all their lives. The Spider shit had given Peter abs. Abs!

He looked around the Mall at Miguel’s question and felt a sadness spark up. He didn’t want to be rude, that’s not how he was raised, but it wasn’t New York. It wasn’t his friends and it wasn’t Aunt May and the corner deli and watching the sun set over the skyline.

“I like it,” he replied, pulling the mask back over his face. “Show me your best move.”

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-06-15 10:47 pm UTC (link)
"I can't show you my best move, there isn't anywhere near enough room in here, or height," Miguel admitted, jumping over onto the pillar below Peter and crawling back up so that they were at the same height again. "I can do this, though," he said, and somersaulted off the pillar over to the nearest balcony, before doing his own impression of a pinball and parkouring all over the place. He bounced from pillar to balcony and back again, spinning and backflipping and sometimes appearing to break a few laws of physics by moving as fast as he did. He landed on the ground floor at one point, before making his way back up in the same way as he'd got down. He had to admit, just messing about for the sake of it was pretty fun. He rarely got the chance to do anything like that.

Landing back on the pillar and making sure he was in as much shadow as possible, he looked over at Peter and took his own mask off. "Do you get much time to practice your moves?"

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[info]spooderboy
2018-06-19 07:40 pm UTC (link)
Peter almost furrowed his brow when Miguel claimed that there wasn't enough room in the place to do his best trick. But then he saw the man doing Cirque du Soleil stuff from pillar to pillar almost too fast to comprehend and figured that maybe Miguel wasn't exaggerating after all. Peter had a lot to learn still, about his powers and what he could do if he trained and pushed himself to the limit. He had a long way to go to prove to Mr Stark that he was a true hero, that he could run with the Avengers.

Wait. He wasn't the same guy here. It was ridiculous trying to win the approval of a man who didn't know anything about you, didn't give much of a crap and thought you were just a wannabe. Probably.

"Not as much as I wanna. I got... homework. Or I did. I guess at least I get a lot of practice time here."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-06-20 10:12 pm UTC (link)
Miguel nodded. "Yeah. I didn't have homework, but I had a job before coming here so I didn't get a lot of time to practice either," he admitted, then smiled.

"If you want to train or practice with me, all you have to do is send me a text or come round to the lab. Or if you want more homework, I can do that too," he said with a shrug before climbing up the pillar so that he was a bit closer to Peter. It was brighter, but his eyes were okay so he could cope.

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[info]spooderboy
2018-06-21 07:41 pm UTC (link)
"Right, you're an adult, you have a job. Not homework. I knew that..." Peter said, scratching the back of his own head idly. He forgot how young he was against all these other superheroes and stuff. Nobody else had commitments. What the hell did Captain America do for money?

Training did sound good though, it'd keep his hands and mind busy for when another battle might come. You never knew. "That sounds awesome, you totally need to teach me that backflip somersault thing, man."

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[info]miguel_ohara
2018-06-21 08:34 pm UTC (link)
"I can teach you, sure. Although I'm willing to bet you could do it already. The neural responses for everything we can do now, they're already in our brains. Like... look at these," Miguel said, and held a hand out for Peter to see. His talons stood out proud, each one an inch long and razor sharp. "These are what I climb with, but that's their natural state. I had to work hard to get them to stay flat when I'm not, uh... Spidering. My body could already do that, I just had to work out how to make it happen. Same with all the moves."

The talons folded down flat against Miguel's fingertips as he spoke, illustrating his point. Then he relaxed his control and gripped a hold of the pillar once more. "I think there's probably a load of things you could teach me, too. This wouldn't just be a one-way thing, Peter. You can do things I can't, your abilities are different than mine. We can learn from each other."

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