[even on his worst days, the ones he doesn't like looking back on — just after ben died, after his divorce, after may, peter has always loved swinging. the freedom of plummeting from rooftop to rooftop, just the webbing and his acrobatic abilities keeping him from going splat. much as he would love to do a few flips or rolls while mid-air, truly show off what he's capable of, the death-grip she has him in says it likely won't be appreciated. maybe they can do this another time when he can give her the peace of mind with a harness rated for tandem sky diving.
so he keeps them mostly steady no crazy stunts, but still fast, because going slow would just make the nausea worse. he has first-hand knowledge of that.
when he figures that he's gone far enough away that no one could reasonably follow, he slows, catching his breath while perching atop a gargoyle. peter snorts at her question. she's not even in the backseat and here she is sounding as impatient as a kid on a car ride.]
Not quite. Gotta get down first. Might not want to look for this part.
[if she chooses to heed his advice, it'll just be another few minutes of walking down the side of a building. no big deal. otherwise, if she opens those eyes and looks again she's going to see what probably looks like them hurtling toward their doom. it's fine. it's a day that ends in y for him.
eventually his feet hit ground for real and his grip eases, hand running down her back in what he hopes is a soothing motion.]
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so he keeps them mostly steady no crazy stunts, but still fast, because going slow would just make the nausea worse. he has first-hand knowledge of that.
when he figures that he's gone far enough away that no one could reasonably follow, he slows, catching his breath while perching atop a gargoyle. peter snorts at her question. she's not even in the backseat and here she is sounding as impatient as a kid on a car ride.]
Not quite. Gotta get down first. Might not want to look for this part.
[if she chooses to heed his advice, it'll just be another few minutes of walking down the side of a building. no big deal. otherwise, if she opens those eyes and looks again she's going to see what probably looks like them hurtling toward their doom. it's fine. it's a day that ends in y for him.
eventually his feet hit ground for real and his grip eases, hand running down her back in what he hopes is a soothing motion.]
You can let go whenever you want, Kate.