[ sister, she says, and peter almost asks if allie's older or younger, but then she catches herself and her expression shifts with the change in the tense. peter finds himself thinking, quite suddenly, of teresa and wonders if she's been made aware of his death-slash-disappearance — johnny had met her, but he can't imagine they shared contact details (after all, he'd left karnak in charge of watching her), and the fantastic four hadn't exactly been easy to reach of late.
maybe shield had—. (hngh.) ] From what I've managed to gather, I think that's a sister thing. [ pause; flash of consideration. ] Or a sibling thing, I wouldn't really know... [ he trails off, lifting a shoulder in a light shrug. the situation with teresa was odd in that they were both adults, in that they'd both grown up without their biological parents — teresa entirely, whilst peter had only been left with a handful of memories. they were siblings, but they knew so little about each other that the dynamic wasn't quite there. he can't imagine what it must be like for allie, being here and presumably having lost someone she was close to. ]
Oh, boy— No, I— [ he cringes when she grimaces, and he holds his hands up. (real smooth, parker.) ] I meant downstairs. [ he points, vaguely, at the floor, as if 'downstairs' isn't quite clear enough, because he absolutely did not mean for his first comment to have come across like that.
(oy.) ]
I'd say I'm normally much worse, but all else being equal, inadvertently inviting you into my room has got to have lost me some points on the thumbs-up thumbs-down charm rating, so...
Want to start again? [ he holds a hand back up, and waves it, ever so slightly, the corners of his lips quirking up in a smile. ] Hi, Allie, I'm Peter. My three favourite things are: the Mets, wheatcakes, and those little fruit rolls that you can only find in bodegas; yes, my username is my surname because I do miss hearing the dulcet tones of my former boss saying my name in a tone specifically designed to ask why I want another advance on my salary, and my aunt says I'm charming and handsome, so it's gotta be true, right?
spoilers for asm: family business / zdarsky's peter parker: spectacular spider-man
maybe shield had—. (hngh.) ] From what I've managed to gather, I think that's a sister thing. [ pause; flash of consideration. ] Or a sibling thing, I wouldn't really know... [ he trails off, lifting a shoulder in a light shrug. the situation with teresa was odd in that they were both adults, in that they'd both grown up without their biological parents — teresa entirely, whilst peter had only been left with a handful of memories. they were siblings, but they knew so little about each other that the dynamic wasn't quite there. he can't imagine what it must be like for allie, being here and presumably having lost someone she was close to. ]
Oh, boy— No, I— [ he cringes when she grimaces, and he holds his hands up. (real smooth, parker.) ] I meant downstairs. [ he points, vaguely, at the floor, as if 'downstairs' isn't quite clear enough, because he absolutely did not mean for his first comment to have come across like that.
(oy.) ]
I'd say I'm normally much worse, but all else being equal, inadvertently inviting you into my room has got to have lost me some points on the thumbs-up thumbs-down charm rating, so...
Want to start again? [ he holds a hand back up, and waves it, ever so slightly, the corners of his lips quirking up in a smile. ] Hi, Allie, I'm Peter. My three favourite things are: the Mets, wheatcakes, and those little fruit rolls that you can only find in bodegas; yes, my username is my surname because I do miss hearing the dulcet tones of my former boss saying my name in a tone specifically designed to ask why I want another advance on my salary, and my aunt says I'm charming and handsome, so it's gotta be true, right?