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[He remembers. She hadn't trusted the strange man assigned as her roommate, and he'd kept his distance for her comfort. They'd shared each other's trauma at the hospital, and then been victims of some altered liquor. But he didn't regret their relationship, even if he felt guilty about his relationship back home. Bela was a constant in this place, and helped keep him sane.]

I think you can use as many friends as you can down here. [He coughs.] I mean you in general, not you, Bela.

Anyone would be lucky to be your friend.

[If someone had asked her months ago if she would make any friends, Bela would have laughed.

But their friendship was different. Peter is one of the few people here who had gone to bat for her several times, despite not knowing her so well in the beginning. She couldn't have survived this place without him.]

I know what you meant. And I think you're right.

[When he says that next part, she can feel emotion bubbling in her chest, thought she does her best to hide it.]

Thank you, Peter. I really don't know what to say to that, but it means a lot.

[They were getting dangerously close to things they weren't supposed to be talking about, so he knows another subject change is in order.]

I met up with a few people in the fog. I don't know if you've seen any of them, but I was just hoping that everyone made it out okay. The Other Me, a woman named Peggy Carter, and a guy named Tony Stark. You wouldn't happen to have heard from any of them, would you?

[That bubble remains in her chest, unable to let it go. She is able to keep it contained, focusing on what Peter had to say next.]

I have not heard from any of them, and I only know the other Peter out of the three. If you made it out then surely they have as well - maybe they are just taking it easy for a while. Like you are. [Like he's supposed to.] I hope they are alright in any case.

Have you tried sending them a message?

Got it. I didn't think so, but it was worth a shot.

I haven't messaged anyone. [He's been too busy wallowing in self-pity.] Usually when someone disappears, another person makes a post about it. So maybe no news is good news?

[He's having a difficult time coming up with other things to say. His mind is turning to more physical things, but it's not a good idea with his injury. Instead, he offers her a smile.]

Thanks again for coming over and talking to me. I feel a little more motivated now, which is a lot better than sitting around and moping like I have been.

Peter is finally recovered enough to trek back to the lab, and with him, he carries the bracelets that Morgana left him. She disappeared before he had a chance to thank her or even try them out, but he had enough time now to put it to the test.

Down in the lab, he straps on his web shooters - the regular one on the left and the broken one on the right, and then attaches the bracelets on top of them. Immediately, he feels a warmth around his wrists, like energy humming just beneath the metal. He makes a target on the other end of the lab and aims for it, tapping his middle and ring fingers to his palm like he would to release his regular webbing.

To his surprise, webbing does shoot out from the bracelets and it hits the target, leaving behind a soft blue glow. Peter goes up to the wall to inspect it and feels a spark when his fingers touch it. "Electric webs," he whispers, in awe that the magic could replicate a type of webbing he had back home.

Over the next few days, he experiments with the bracelets, eventually taking the web shooters off when he realizes he doesn't need them anymore. The bracelets produce their own webbing, an infinite supply that never needs to be reloaded. He tries to think of other kinds of webbing, and the bracelets follow his thoughts.

He discovers he can create impact webs, ones that hit the wall with a crack and leave dents in the concrete. His regular webs come to him as well, still glowing light blue but with the same tensile strength and stretch. Peter waits around with web samples, and just like his formula, they too dissolve after an hour.

The final type of web he discovers on the final day, when he emerges from the labs to find that another event has taken place and many residents seem to be overcome with a strange form of pica. These he's never had before, and he ends up calling them gravity webs. He discovers this when he hits the target on the wall with the web, and it drags the entire thing to the ground.

He tests this one longer than the others, throwing things into the air, catching them in a web casing, and watching them crash to the floor. He even introduces a live subject and brings one of his spiders to the lab, where he observes it becoming completely immobile in the gravity web before freeing it with the dissolving spray.

This invention is a game changer. He only wishes that Morgana was around to see it, and he determines that if he ever sees her again, he'll give her a proper demonstration.

What kind of friend would I be if I didn't try to make you feel better, Peter? [Read: not a very good one.] You're welcome though, I'm glad you have some motivation.

[Although Bela doesn't blame him for feeling the way he did. She's had plenty of low points in this place and it took the company of a friend to lift her out of it.]

I have an idea for when you're back on your feet. Remember that delicious yet bad for us fried food we got a while ago? I think we should do that again.

[Talking about food was one way to get him excited. He sits up a little more at the mention of fried things and gives a grateful nod.]

That sounds amazing. As long as it's actual food and not a trap disguised as a deep-fried heart attack.

What the hell (no pun intended) did I just come back to? Why is everyone eating rocks and metal and stuff?

Dude if I could begin to explain anything, I wouldn't be here.

Is that the Seabiscuit guy? I didn't know he was a meme.

You're okay, though, right? No strange cravings? No TLC camera crew following you around documenting your diet?

[It makes her happy to see his mood lift at her suggestion. She doesn't know if there will be anything else but fried food, but Bela will try.]

Okay. I'll do my best to get some delicious and healthier food if possible. What's your opinion on pasta?

Yeah, it is. He's in a lot of memes I can find here. It's weird.

No. I'm pretty okay right now. I've tried to keep a bit more isolated from this stuff. Last November was... Bad. This is horrible.

Bad enough to have relationship drama.

Maybe in another universe, he's like, a super memeable person. Who knows?

Okay, I'm glad it's not everyone. I thought maybe I'd been down in the lab for way too long and I missed getting hit by a laser that makes us all hungry for drywall.

Sorry you're having relationship issues. If you need an ear, I'm available.

Yeah, that's probably a thing.

It's less issues and more being put on the spot about some things. But thanks, Peter. Damn, the spiders are awesome.

Pasta? Delicious but not remotely healthy if done right.

[He shifts his position again, moving his leg just a little bit to keep it from getting stiff. The soup has really revived him, and he feels like he has more energy already.]

I am up for whatever junk food shenanigans you want to get into. I mean, honestly, what I wouldn't give for a night of Chinese takeout and trashy reality shows on the couch right now.

Oh, so you got the whole "We Need to Talk" thing. My condolences.

Which spiders? Like the actual animals, or the people with spider powers? Because I was looking for a picture, but I need more context.

Then I'll have a look around in the kitchens and wherever serves food to put something together. The junkier, the better.

[She will make it happen somehow.]

Chinese takeout sounds amazing right now, but it all depends on the reality shows for me. Maybe I could find a movie or something to watch on the couch together?

My hero.

[Heroine? That word always sounded too much like the drug.]

Oh anything where people are screaming at each other over brunch is a winner in my mind. Movies work too, but I don't think Hell has that great of a collection.

Don't worry, I'll be back to my villainous ways in no time.

[It's a tease of course.]

Rich people yelling at each other can be amusing. Suppose I'll have to hunt for a film that isn't too close to reality down here. I like a good classical horror film. [Her head rests against his shoulder as she continues to talk.] Maybe Hell has an equivalent of a reality show? 'Real Housewives of Hellburbia' or something like it.

Thank you for taking a break from being a devious villainess until I can recover.

[Since she's leaning against him now, that gives him an excuse to wrap an arm around her and keep her close.]

I would think that HellTV would show nothing but terrible reality shows. Or horribly unfunny sitcoms with obnoxious laugh tracks.

[Bela settles against him easily after his arm slips around her.]

Ugh, I can't stand sitcoms like that. [Not that she watches much television.] Suppose they have to be on brand with the whole torture thing. If I can't find anything decent to watch, we can just exchange stories and eat snacks until we fall asleep.

How does that sound?

[This is cozy, and he feels more at ease, even a bit sleepy as her body heat blends with his own.]

Stories? What kind do you want to hear?

[Her arm drapes loosely across his middle, tucking herself as close as possible. Bela feels a little sleepy too.]

Like how you saved the whole of New York or something.

[With his free hand, he plays with her hair a little, smiling softly as she snuggles against him. Despite her best efforts, she seemed to enjoy the more domestic things.]

Well, I usually team up with other heroes to save the whole city. But I guess I can embellish a little.

[He picks the first thing that comes to mind, an adventure from a few years ago involving the time six of his most tenacious enemies banded together to defeat him, and how he used his wits and skills to take them all down.

After a few minutes, he looks down, fairly certain he's put Bela right to sleep.]

Edited 2021-11-24 17:59 (UTC)

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