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[wallcrawler]

[Alright, so, investigating Hub on his own and then making it back to Vector Prime's place had turned out to be a spectacular failure of an idea, once he'd realized how much webbing he'd go through trying to speed up the travel time. And while he probably could have asked for help, he didn't want to risk the suspicion that would arise from Spidey then asking for a ride back to Vector Prime's temple not long before Peter Parker "arrived." So, he'd kept his head low for a few days before arriving...again, really.

Except this time, it wasn't the wallcrawler addressing the camera, it was puny Peter Parker, Totally Normal Human Teenager. Trying his best to look as though he'd just arrived, and in his defense? He pulled off "clueless" pretty well. Mostly because he'd had plenty of practice.]

Aunt May is so gonna kill me...

...hello? Is this thing working? I don't know if anyone can hear me, but if you can...little help? Please?

Last I checked, my curfew's up in ten minutes, and I'm pretty sure the nearest bus route's a few light years away.

[He also points the camera at his arm to reveal Vector Prime's glyph prominently featured on the forearm of his right arm, just above the wrist]

I also don't know how I'm going to explain this to my Aunt in a way that doesn't get me grounded for at least the rest of my natural life.

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[wallcrawler]

So then maybe it's just because it's not something they were ever designed to handle.

[He'll get to the whole "YOU HAVE SPACE BRIDGES???" thing some other time. Right now he's trying to justify his optimism.]

And crazy is definitely bad. I'm Peter Parker, by the way. Most people just call me Pete though. Parker if they happen to be my editor having another meltdown.

[Which was all the time.]

[deadlydoctor]

Probably not. I don't think anybody was ever designed to handle that. [Knock Out gives that a second thought.] Except maybe alpha Trion, he's the master of time, space and cats.

[Knock Out wish they had. Bulk, Ratchet and him are working on it.]

Pete it is then. The name's Knock Out. Editor? You are writer then?

[wallcrawler]

No, I'm just a photographer, I work for an editor. He's...a good guy, deep down. But you've gotta bore your way through a few layers of manic obsession, personal vendettas, impatience, and an unhealthy fondness for yelling to get there.

I have the distinction of having to come running anytime I hear him bellow "PARKER" at the top of his lungs. On the bright side, I can practically be outside the building and still know he's looking for me.

[deadlydoctor]

He sure sounds like a charming individual. I knew people like that. [He doesn't bother with that sort of individuals anymore, he's his own boss now.]

You must really hold a special place in his heart.

[wallcrawler]

He's a chore sometimes, but I'm pretty sure he means well. Besides, all things considered, he's been pretty nice so far. Not a lot of newspapers give contract work to sixteen year olds. I am officially the youngest official photographer in New York thanks to him.

[And the fact that he was the only one "Spider-Man" trusted enough to take photos of himself fighting the bad guys, but selling selfies for profit was hardly a good character reference.]

I like to think I've got a nice, tiny place somewhere in there. One of the parts not already claimed by his son and the management of his amazingly high blood pressure.

[deadlydoctor]

You must be good then. I did not know someone could make a living out of taking pictures. [Sounds as absurd as making a living out of having your picture taken.]


It's good to have a place were you feel you belong. Important, really. [He really knows that now.]