Summary:Helena and Peter make plans after the Nightfall. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Spider-Man nearly stumbles out of the medical facility where Spider-Woman is recovering, under observation. She's going to be okay, they said.
He took a deep breath, leaning against to wall. The yips and shudders were coming slower, but it was…it was a very near thing.
He sighs, then takes out his phone. His hands shake only a little as he sends a text to Helena;
"Hey, Helena. It's Peter. How are you?"
Helena is having some issues of her own at the moment, but those are her own fault for trying to keep her secrets. Which means it would be extra stupid to let other things fall apart because of them.
"Hey! I'm okay. I came out okay. What about you? I wanted to check in, but I didn't want to blow your cover."
Spider-Man sighed. "Ran into the Nightfall…I don't know if we won. One of ours got shot. I think she's going to be okay. But I feel responsible."
Helena eyes her phone for a moment, the little dots scrolling across the screen as she types and erases a couple of times. "It's not your fault, Peter. Any more than it would be their fault if you were hurt. Unless they literally threw you in front of some bullets or tore off your shooter or something, then it would be their fault. You didn't do that, did you?"
Spider-Man reads it for a long few minutes. "…I feel like crud, anyway."
A faint smile flickers across Helena's features. "That's because you're a good person. It's a lot of work, being a good person. You said they're gonna be okay though?"
Spider-Man rubs his face through the mask. "She should be. I hope she is. I'm…" He erases. "Listen, I have some ideas i wanted to bounce off you sometime. Re-doing the suit."
Helena's response comes back quickly. "Now you're talking. What're you thinking? Need any supplies?"
Peter smiles slightly under the mask. "I have a LOT of ideas. Still working out logistics. What do you know about the programming of expert systems?"
Helena smirks just a bit. "I did all the programming for the mind-reader for the science fair, so I should be able to help out."
Spider-Man chuckles. "We gotta talk. I should be available tomorrow or the next day. Think we can meet at my house in Queens?"
Helena looks down at the bandages around her ribs, rueful. It'll be a little tricky, but… "Hey, you know I'm always interested in some quality science time. And pie. ;) Just let me know, I don't have any big plans."
Spider-Man smiles. "Okay…all right. Text me a good time and day, and I'll see what I can do. I believe she was thinking about making Yankee pot roast."
Helena smiles quietly to herself. "I'll let you know for sure. Pretty sure I still owe you a hero's thank you for the graduation party. Or you owe me a dance."
Spidey grins. "How do you feel about ballroom dancing, Helena?"