[used to coming and going as he pleases, peter truthfully loathes the confinement of the safehouse. there's only so much familiarizing himself with the settings he can do, only so many cracks to count, and people's names and faces to catalogue. it's what keeps drawing his attention back to kingpin's collider and the possibility, no matter how slim, of returning home.
of course, this is a massive longshot and stands the likelihood of causing significantly more harm than good, but perhaps this stranger he's seen coming and going from the safehouse, would be willing to help him out. at any rate, he at least knows what a collider is, unlike some of the other displaced. it's a welcome change to the same old scenery.
peter bolts up, cracks something he hopes passes for a friendly smile before nodding.]
Call me special. [or stupid. probably also an apt description here.] Bingo, buddy. If you could just point me in the right direction, that'd be great.
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of course, this is a massive longshot and stands the likelihood of causing significantly more harm than good, but perhaps this stranger he's seen coming and going from the safehouse, would be willing to help him out. at any rate, he at least knows what a collider is, unlike some of the other displaced. it's a welcome change to the same old scenery.
peter bolts up, cracks something he hopes passes for a friendly smile before nodding.]
Call me special. [or stupid. probably also an apt description here.] Bingo, buddy. If you could just point me in the right direction, that'd be great.