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It feels more natural to have Peter puttering around the lab again. It feels a little like having a distant relative come to visit. He's even dusted the shelving to make sure it's presentable. It would be awful for Peter to think they're slobs down here.

He's settled back at his workspace by the time Peter does arrive, though, with the pieces of a ery specific kind of webshooter spread out on his desk. He's trying to reconstruct the design from memory. He hadn't had the opportunity to check on the younger Peter's equipment, but it all had to serve a similar function, right? Hopefully it'll do.

He finally gets down to the lab for the first time, after a few days of distractions that mostly involved his new physical changes. But he desperately needed to make new web fluid and couldn't put it off any longer.

He took a quick tour of the facility, noticing some areas looking rundown. Peter expected that from what others had told him, and the condition didn't matter as long as the equipment worked.

Then, he saw the parts Fitz had spread out on his desk. It had to be a replica of another Spider-Man's web shooters, because they didn't look much like his at all. Still, he was curious to see how it worked, and if his other self had made any improvements.

"Did the other guy leave this? Or did you reverse engineer your own?"

The facility isn't particularly extravagant, lacking much of the pizzazz that Lucifer brings to the flashy spaces like the casino or nightclub. There's no need for such artifice here, where they build their own conveniences. There's something grassroots about it, that makes Fitz appreciate it all the more.

"I built it from what I could recall of the ones I helped with in the past. My former assistant modified the base design, but needed a bit of help getting through repairs at times. Oscorp technology tends to be on the cutting edge of the consumer market. I thought it was quite elegant the first time I got my hands on it."

And he could have stopped there, but instead he tilts his head and amends: "This one's better than the one I used to repair. More compact, should be easier to slip under your glove without that awful weight against your wrist. It ought to be a tool, not a dumbbell."

There was a lot to unpack from what Fitz had just said, so Peter went with the most confusing first. "He had web shooters made by Oscorp? That's already a vastly different world than mine." There was no way Norman would let anyone make and use an invention like that without trying to get his hands all over it. Unless the parts had been 'liberated' from one of the labs, but that would incur even more of Osborn's wrath.

He pulls out his current pair from the backpack he brought down with him, and shows them to Fitz. "Mine are pretty flat against the wrist already, but I'll never say no to a backup pair."

He looks around, seeing if any chemicals are available. "How about the webbing? You said you had materials for that too?"

[He knows it's not the time. He knows it's not the place. And yet...]

How long have you been holding on to that one?

All of five minutes. Hell has REALLY good meme content. idk how.

A whole repository. I gotta look into this.

Gotta find a good one, though. I don't want to post my first Hell-meme only to have you call me 'cringe' and mock me in front of all the other kids.

Peter, we're in hell. EVERYONE here can be cringe. It's sorta like that.

And I mock privately.

I can do this. I know how to be cool.

This just got a lot better now that I know gifs work here, too.

You may regret this.

Oh, I regret nothing, Spidey.

"I thought the same thing," he notes, though his surprise isn't nearly as pointed as Peter's seems to be. "Oscorp seems more interested in industrial chemistry on my world. Hardly in the business of creating mechanisms like these. I suppose there might be a world out there that has a consumer market that isn't oversaturated by Stark or Hammer."

The chatter might have continued on inanely had Peter not presented his own shooters. Fitz's eyes lock onto them, focusing intently with a childlike interest.

"Those are exquisite." And he wants to touch them. And then he wants to take them apart. That's fine, right? Among friends?

"Norman has his fingers in a lot of pies back home." Creating all kinds of tech was par for the course, although the vast majority over the years remained goblin-themed.

Peter sees the expression on Fitz's face when he presents his web shooters, a look he knew well. Guys like this were extremely tactile, so Peter lays one down on the workbench for him to examine, picking up the other model in exchange.

"You did a good job," he remarks, turning it over in his hands. "But the pressure system looks way too low. If the PSI isn't increased, the fluid is going to gum up the spinnerets. It hardens when exposed to the air, so it needs to come out as fast as possible."

Peter sets down the other device and straps his right shooter on. "Like this." He aims at the wall opposite him, tapping his palm with his middle and ring finger while leaving the other digits extended. The web fires out like a shot, hitting the target with a satisfying THWIP.

Getting to touch those beautiful shooters is the way to his heart. He snatches one up as soon as he can, though he'll set it back down as soon as Peter gently states his preferences.

Well, of course he did a great job. Fitz puffs up just slightly at the implication that he might have been capable of not doing a great job. What kind of embarrassments are staffed at SHIELD in this Peter's world that he didn't recognize the level of quality and excellence that he should be expecting from one of Fitz's projects? And to critique! The very idea...

"Well I suppose that's a fine pressure setting if you intend to damage every wall you swing from," he replies with crossed arms, a bruised ego plain in his tone. "I might wonder who pays for the repairs."

Peter gave Fitz a sideways glance, confused as to why he was acting so hostile all of a sudden. Two could play at Wounded Scientist if he really wanted. "I'm just saying, as the guy who invented them, that's what I've found to work best."

He moved over to the wall, pulling out a small spray bottle and applying a spritz directly to the part of the webbing attached to the wall. It instantly disintegrated, not even leaving behind a mark. "See? No damage. And if you don't have one of these babies," he said, shaking the bottle for effect. "A mix of baking soda, soap, and water can get it off, along with a little elbow grease."

He puts his other hand on his hip, giving Fitz another look. "I can help you get your set up and running, is what I'm saying. But I also need to make more fluid, at least four cartridges' worth. Is that something we can work on together, or...?" 'Or do you need more time to pout?' is the part he manages to avoid saying aloud.

Hi, Peter. Just checking in.

Do you want to meet up today? I've got no plans.

[User is typing. Pause. User is typing. The ellipses keep starting and stopping.]

Sure. I'm free today.

Your place or mine?

[Yes, that sounds calm and collected and not overly eager at all.]

[ Eager is good though. She's all for that. ]

Great.

My place works. I'm all alone right now.

Be there soon.

[He means it, too. Her room is right down the hall from his, and it's within a few minutes that he's knocking on her door. He doesn't know if she has roommates, or how many there are, but he's living with three other guys, so it's probably better that she not go to him.

He hasn't done something like this in a long time, so he can't help but be nervous as he waits for her to open the door.]

[ There was one other bed in the room, which Bela took to mean that she did have a roommate. Just one she hadn't met yet.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed when Peter knocks at the door, and Bela doesn't waste time in getting up to answer it, but not before giving herself one last check in the mirror. Her hair is down, make-up light and she's dressed comfortably, wearing jeans and a plain, long-sleeved shirt.

Bela opens the door, offering Peter a smile. ]

Hi, Peter. Come on in.

Hey.

[As if it's not obvious, he's not used to this. He enters her hotel room, noticing that they were alone. Bela looks effortlessly beautiful, and he feels like he should have dressed up more for this. It's not like his clothes are ripped or stained, but she definitely prepared more than he did.]

Doesn't look too much different from my room, except it probably smells a lot better in here without four guys living in it.

[He's babbling, trying not to look like he's here for what he's actually here for. When Peter can't think of any other way to stall, he turns to face her.]

So, how exactly do you want to-

[Bela can tell that he's nervous or maybe just can't stop talking. She doesn't want to rush him, but they had to get things started at some point, so Bela takes action, wanting to put him at ease.]

Hey. [She reaches for one of his hands, bringing her other hand to cup the side of his face.] We can go slow and easy to begin with, Peter. Then take it from there.

[After she speaks, Bela leans in to press a gentle kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back. She remains close though.]

[It's both. Nerves make him talk more, and he only shuts up when she's close enough to touch him. He relaxes into her palm just a little, and then she's kissing him.

He hums into it, trying to agree with what she's saying. However, he can't help but follow her when she pulls back, catching her with a kiss of his own.]

Sounds good to me.

[He looks over at her bed and nods his head toward it.]

Would that be a better location?

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I can't remember if I actually asked you for a thread or if I just thought about asking you

I was going to put up a log, but this works too

oh oops THAT'S the part I forgot >>

NP, it helps me be lazy lol

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