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[After debating between a text or voice message, she goes for the latter.]

Hi, Peter. It's Bela. Don't feel you have to answer this message immediately if you're asleep or busy, but I am checking in. Hoping that you're out of the fog and not dead in a ditch. Because I'd be very pissed off at you if you were.

[Bela sighs.]

I didn't know you knew Kate by the way. We came up with a plan between us for when you're back. Because you are back. It involves hugging you, giving you some food and then yelling at you for going out into the fog. But we also realised that nothing would stop you from helping people so I hope you did.

[She's almost done.]

Suppose it's a solo plan now. I've got some food and a hug ready for you. I'll try not to yell. Goodbye.

[After a few hours, he checks his messages and hears the voicemail from Bela. Immediately, he calls back, using the video function so she can see his face and he can prove he's alive. When she answers, she'll see that he's in his bedroom, clearly sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard.]

I don't have a newspaper with today's date, but this is me and I'm alive. Sorry to worry you. And Kate, apparently. I didn't know you knew her, either.

[Video confirmation is better, though based on what she can see, Bela is assuming that he's resting because he got injured and is recovering from it. She looks visibly relieved, offering him a small smile.]

Yeah, we met at the hospital. Been friends ever since. [Shared trauma can lead to friendship apparently.]

I'm really glad to see you, Peter. I was worried, especially since I didn't hear from you since our time at the house.

That's good. Not the hospital part, I mean, but making friends.

[He remembers all too well what the two of them went through in the hospital with the Mares. Peter hadn't seen what ghosts had followed Kate around, but it had made her snap at him, so it couldn't have been good.]

I'm sorry I didn't get back to you right away. I don't really know how many days I was out there, since you couldn't tell time at all. Then, I had to get some, uh...

[He rubs at the back of his head, not really wanting to tell her this. It will definitely get him a look of disapproval.]

I had to get some medical attention when I got out.

[The admission does earn him a slightly disapproving look, though it is soon replaced by one of concern. She knows how badly he got hurt on the mission to retrieve the herbs, and Bela wonders if the injuries are worse this time around.]

I would be more pissed if you didn't get medical attention, Peter. [There's a sigh, worry still etched on her face.]

You were gone for two weeks by the way. That's how long I was in the suburbs for. I left out some care packages near the edge of the fog, like others were doing.

[She didn't join in the prayer circles though.]

Do I want to know how bad it got?

Two weeks?!

[He could've sworn it was maybe 5 days, tops. Time must have been distorted on the inside more than he originally thought.]

Sorry, I was never close enough to the edges to find a package of any kind. Would've been nice, though.

I was doing fine until the end. Bit off a little more than I could chew, fought too big a monster, but my roommate found me and brought me back. I'm healing fine. Should be up and about any day now.

I am glad your roommate found you. Not glad about the big monster part, but none of us could have predicted your running into something like that.

[At least he was going to eventually recover. That was a relief.]

Don't suppose you would be up for a visitor? I will understand if you're not feeling up to because of exhaustion and your recovery. We can see each other in a few days if you need some more time.

Well, I do have consistent bad luck when it comes to running into things that want to kill me.

[He pauses for a moment, looking at something off-screen before looking back at her and smiling.]

Yeah, you can come over. If you don't mind that my room looks like a hurricane went through it. I need to start working on my suit, too. It got completely ruined.

Yeah, you do.

[Go into dangerous situations, you're likely to attract danger.]

Peter, I won't mind what your room looks like. I'm more interested in seeing you after all. And I'm sorry about your suit, I hope you can get it sorted.

[It makes her wonder about the extent of his injuries if his suit needed a lot of repair.]

I'll be there in about ten minutes. Don't move.

If you insist. The door should be unlocked, and my room is the last one on the right once you come down the hall. My roommates are pretty transient, so I don't think you'll run into anyone.

[He adjusts his position on the bed, since his leg is starting to give him problems again.]

See you soon.

See you soon.

[When Bela arrives in the room, she's got a bag with her and a flask, which she is making sure to carry very carefully. The flask is set down gently on a table beside the bed and the bag is placed at the end of the mattress. Once that is done Bela comes over to his side, looking at Peter with a soft smile.]

Hey. I brought soup and snacks. Vegetable soup by the way because I'm not sure if I could trust the meat and I don't want to risk making you worse.

[She pauses, realising that she is talking a lot.]

It's good to see you again, Peter.

[He's still on the bed, but what he hopes she doesn't realize is that he panicked after her message and shoved all three of the spiders into his bedroom closet, hoping they wouldn't make too much noise and scare her off. He flopped back onto the mattress just before she opened his door, and he smiles back at her.]

That sounds great. Thank you for bringing all that stuff over. I've been too lazy to really eat properly the last few days.

[When Bela looks him over, she'll see that his left leg is out in front of him way too straight to be natural. He puts a hand out for the soup, so that she doesn't have to stand there awkwardly holding it any longer.]

You should have sent me a message before. I would have gotten you food.

[Then she remembers that she isn't here to yell at him. Even if that was part of Bela and Kate's initial plan, she can't find it in herself to do that. And she did notice the way his leg was positioned, which only gives her some cause for concern.]

Can you manage the soup, okay? If you need a hand, let me know. [She carefully hands it over.] Do you mind if I sit on the bed? I'll avoid your leg.

Soup is food. I mean, you're talking to a guy who's eaten a condiment sandwich on more than one occasion, so this is gourmet to me.

[He doesn't mind getting lectured. He's used to it from anyone who's ever known his secret identity. Plus, she's noticed his injury, even if she doesn't know the extent of it.]

I think I can handle it. Same with you sitting on the bed. My leg is fine.

[He tries to move it to prove that he's okay, but he still ends up moving more gingerly than he'd like. Peter takes the lid off of the cup of soup and takes a sip of it, sighing as the heat seeped into his chest.]

[A condiment sandwich? Really? She doesn't know what to say to that.]

If soup is gourmet to you, then I hope I've done a decent job.

[She can only cook the basics, nothing fancy. Having spent her entire life dining in the finest of restaurants, Bela didn't make that much food for herself.]

Your leg is not fine, Peter. I just hope it heals quickly. [Bela sighs, moving to the other side of the bed, taking a seat beside him. She's careful not to knock into him or go anywhere near his injured leg.]

Has anyone else come to visit you?

[Only the finest of bachelor chow for him. He takes a sip of the soup right from the side of the bowl. The heat slides down his throat and feels heavenly.]

It's perfect. And the leg might not be fine now, but it will be in a day or two. Enhanced healing, remember?

[He settles into the bed, giving her plenty of room. After draining the bowl of soup and setting it on the nightstand, he answers her last question.]

Just my roommate coming in to check on me. But to be fair, I didn't blast out my injury status to everyone on the Network.

I do remember. Doesn't mean I like the look of it.

[Though she is glad that he was enjoying the soup and finished every last bit. Perhaps she will make it again.]

Well, I'm glad someone came to check in on you. I also would've noticed a post over the Network, since I keep my device on me at all times. [Especially during her time in the suburbs, when she checked it quite frequently for messages.]

So, I met another version of you.

I know. And injuries still hurt. But I don't think this is going to be permanent like my back. [Wait. Did she remember the burn mark between his shoulder blades? He may have just caused her to worry more.]

Yeah, the phones weren't working inside the fog. I even climbed some trees and still no signal. And after I got beat up, that was kind of the last thing on my mind.

[He raises an eyebrow when she brings up the other him. He couldn't tell from her tone how she felt about it, so he decided to approach it as neutrally as possible.]

I've met him, too. He's from the same universe as a lot of the other heroes around here. Hope it didn't weird you out that he's still a teenager.

[Well. Now he's given her more concern, but she manages to keep it to herself.]

Until your leg heals, I am going to drop by with food and anything else. I don't want you to move. [So much for not acting concerned.]

Of course they would render the phones useless inside the bloody fog. [Bela sighs before she switches her focus to the topic of the other Peter.]

Admittedly, it was strange to see him so young, but he seems smart. Full of questions, which I was happy to answer. I told him I wouldn't tell anybody his identity - I saw the suit from a distance so initially, I thought it was you.

[He laughs. It's so strange to see Bela go into Nurse Mode, but heartwarming at the same time.]

I told you, it'll be a day or two at most. The bone's already healed, but the bruising makes it look worse than it really is.

[And now his smile turns a bit sad. Young, smart, full of questions. That makes him feel like he doesn't quite fit into that mold anymore, which is terrifying in its own right. But he shoves it aside and nods at her points.]

The design is a bit different than my suit, but I've had a number of costume changes through the years and it doesn't weird me out too much. He's only been at this a couple years, so I kind of feel like I get put in Mentor Mode whenever we see each other.

[If it were the other way around, he'd be bringing her soup and making sure that she was taken care of.]

I'm still not going to let you strain yourself.

[Her tone is firm, but her expression softens when she notices how his smile changes. Bela shifts a little closer, prepared to offer some comfort if he wanted it.]

Who better to mentor him than someone who has the same abilities and similar experiences? He really seems to have taken a shine to you, based on our conversation. I think you'd be a great mentor, Peter. [After a moment.] Any significant changes to the suit?

[He could probably make some sort of innuendo out of that, but his brain was failing him at the moment. Another downside to being laid up.

He does reach out to brush his fingers against her cheek, though. Nothing sexual, not right now. It was just nice to have physical contact.]

Well, I'm glad he likes me, at least. I've tried the mentor thing before, but it's hard when you have Imposter Syndrome half the time.

Most of my suits are the standard red and blue, like you saw. But his looks almost red and black. Or a very dark blue, at least. And the logo on the chest is smaller. The spider looks shorter and more square. It's not bad, just different.

[She does appreciate the fingers against her cheek, lifting her hand to cover them. Her other hand runs gently through his hair before she pulls it back again.]

Now that you mention it, the colours of his suit were different. Perhaps it's just an aesthetic thing for him? Whatever materials he had to hand? I don't know, I'm just throwing it out there.

[Bela wants to address the other thing he said, and it makes her frown.]

I never knew about the Imposter Syndrome - I suppose you've hidden it well. Is there anything in particular that sets it off?

There's a ton of us, so I learned long ago to stop questioning style choices. At least it's recognizable. It definitely looks high tech, so either he's more of a prodigy than I was, or he has a wealthy benefactor.

[Wouldn't that be funny, a Spider-Man with money?]

If only you could hear my internal monologues, you'd be sick of all my self-doubt. I know it's just me trying to take on all the world's problems and do everything myself. That's when it all comes crashing down.

[He shrugs.] But I know you didn't come here to listen to me psychoanalyze myself. How have you been? I know you were in the suburbs the whole time, but was it safe? Nothing came out from the fog to attack anybody?

You can't shoulder the world's problems.

[Bela replies softly, giving his fingers a squeeze. But she will leave it at that if he wants to talk about something else instead.]

It was completely safe. No fog monsters of any kind roaming the streets. In fact, the past two weeks have probably been the first time where I haven't felt on edge. Scared about what was going to happen. The only thing I was ever really worried about was you, Peter.

[She could even describe it as a vacation of sorts.]

I have been fine. I spent my time playing card games, talking to other Hellburbia residents and reading. Putting together packages of supplies, which I mentioned before.

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