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Who: Peter Parker
Broadcast: [Unintentional] Video
Action: Huntress peeps!
When: Backdated to his arrival on the 1st!

[In keeping with the whole "nobody warned him about any of this" trend that'd been going on, Pete had only been on the Marsiva for a few minutes before being beamed right off it to another ship. So, anyone aboard the Huntress, surprise! There's now a tiny teenager just falling to the deck like somebody'd yanked a chair out from under him. And the Atroma had been nice enough to make sure the network station on the bridge recorded the whole thing. How thoughtful.]

Seriously?! At least warn-

[...and getting his book bag dropped on him. There'd obviously been some oversight, and it was teleported in just in time to conspire with gravity to add injury to insult. Somehow, the tinny fanfare and confetti weren't quite enough to make up for the inconvenience. Maybe give the shoeless kid a hand? It might be just a little mean to leave him there, who knows what else might get beamed in after him. He seems more concerned with rubbing at the back of his head where he'd been attacked by his own school supplies than getting out of the way, after all.]

Okay, officially over space- can I wake up now?

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Only if the next cheer is for something a little softer. Pillows would be nice.

[Well on the bright side, he's been momentarily distracted from moping about the whole situation. Outwardly, anyway. The drawback here is now he's going to play along.]

I'll even settle for the decorative throw variety!

[This banter? Also familiar.]

I could cheer for a million dollars as long as I'm at it. That's pretty soft unless it comes in quarters.

I'll take my chances with just the pillows- not really sure the coin-to-bill ratio's in my favor.

Besides, at the rate it's been going so far? I don't think anybody's gonna be impressed by expensive bruising.

Looks like you just arrived. [Within the week anyway. She can't be sure what went down on the Marsiva.] Might be too soon to assume all your luck has gone to the dark side.

So far the list includes getting abducted by aliens, attacked by my own books, and breaking curfew in...well, a lot of ways.

[It...says a lot that that's the most serious thing on the list.]

At this point I'm pretty sure it just counts as preparation.

You're really going to add breaking curfew in with getting abducted by aliens? [Must be one stern curfew task master.]

Preparation for what?

Look, if I had to choose? There's a lot of things I'd go through over disappointing Aunt May.

[Again. He's broken his curfew once it wasn't fun and that is a woman who has managed to refine guilt into a weapon of mass destruction, okay. It's awful.]

Oh, you know. Whatever the next surprise is. Maybe they'll find my shoes and send those through.

[Aunt May, huh?] I'm sure she'll understand, Peter. [Not that you mentioned your name.]

You really don't have shoes?

No, and what?

[Aaaaaaaand suspicions raised.]

Are we whatting the part where I called you Peter even though you never said you're name was Peter but it clearly is since you're so startled by it?

Was there something else in there I should be a little freaked out by?

[if you also know his shoe size he is hanging up this space phone]

I mean that's kind of something you really don't expect to hear from a total stranger! In space!

[Okay that last qualifier probably wasn't entirely necessary but he does feel like that should at least make it at least a little more improbable.]

But a stranger at the aquarium, maybe? [Okay, maybe she should stop playing around.]

My name's Kitty Pryde, and I doubt this part is going to make you feel better, but it is the truth. I'm pretty sure I've met you before. Or a version of you anyway. This isn't just space. It's a whole multiverse thing.

We were friends.

[Under different circumstances, he'd have been a lot more excited about the whole multiverse thing. And, well, running into someone from somewhere else in the multiverse- if he were a little more cautious he might actually be a bit skeptical about that particular claim, but for better or worse he was a pretty trusting kid.]

Okay, slightly less weird, I guess. We didn't, uh...

[He'll just be pointing back and forth now, at the console and at himself here, while he tries to figure out the most delicate way to ask this. It's not a long pause, but it's definitely enough to approach "awkward" territory]

...Other Me didn't flake out on you or anything, did he?

[Look he is literally too pure to ask anything else, he's just worried they pulled...well, a Peter Parker, really.]

Flake out on me? You don't think he knocked me up and took off or something, do you? [Slightly amused and not nearly pure enough.]

What?! No, no! That's not-!

[Did you even know a person could turn this shade of red, Kitty? Because Pete here was putting tomatoes to shame]

I just meant, he didn't bail on you for anything important did he? Not that that's not super important- it is! But that's definitely not what I meant!

[Have mercy]

[Okay, more than slightly amused now.] Relax, there was no bailing that I remember. Definitely nothing I was holding against him. Things were good. [Things were actually maybe a little weird at the end. They were arguing over things that just aren't important anymore. But she was good with him.]

We were friends.

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