[Seeing as how he's definitely kept his footing under far worse circumstances. But hey, her ship, her rules. And he's still got a couple spare web cartridges left, so burning through a little extra web fluid shouldn't be too bad. Plus, it's been all quiet for a while now- well, chorus of alarms coming from Pidge's panels notwithstanding- so he'll do as she says and seal the exit.
Not particularly quietly though, since slinging that many webs sounds an awful lot like throwing several buckets of paint all over the hull. Still, the end result works well enough. That wall of webbing ought to have no problem lasting for several hours at least, and might even cut back on the unnecessary drag on that side of the shuttle.
And since that's taken away most of his visibility, he'll just...scurry along the ceiling to deliver the good news. Mostly just to make keep any incursion into Pidge's field of view nice and minimal. Though it doesn't stop him from offering a little salute while he's up there.]
Sealed and secure, cap'n! Probably not airtight though, so you're gonna wanna keep the mask on.
[Later she will ask what that means. Now is clearly not the time for it.
She doesn't even really have the time to try to glance back over in his direction and see how he's doing with sealing things up. She's much too busy keeping her focus on the status of the shuttle, and whether or not they'll be able to handle one more boost for good measure. Just as soon as she starts feeling less resistance on the shuttle, she assumes the deed has been done.]
Trust me, I wasn't planning on taking it off.
[Her eyes rake over the instrument panel for the millionth time, making sure that nothing looks to be in a critical state. She finally manages a quick glance over her shoulder to see if anything might be reappearing behind them, and only when she doesn't spot anything does the tension in her shoulders seem to lessen.
She's still not relaxed, though. Not at all.]
Okay, I'm gonna try hitting another boost to really get us clear of the area. Keep an eye out for any weird mist activity if you can. Got it?
[Well, not like he can see too much from in here anyway, may as well just start trying to focus more on the spider-sense. Since, hey, if it worked with a regular sized guy with a fishbowl on his head, it should work with a giant mist monster roughly the size Manhattan, right? Which means for a good solid while, he's nice and quiet- just trying to keep calm and focus on everything around the shuttle. He doesn't even move much once Pidge fires the boosters again, barring a little lurch backward at the initial change in speed, but his grip on the hull keeps him from going anywhere.
The annoying part of it is, he's not sure any of this is actually working. He's not sure if the total absence of any danger vibes is because the monster's actually decided to go after an easier meal, or if he just can't sense the thing until it's already attacking. But after it's been all quiet for several more minutes, he's definitely leaning toward the former]
Y'know, I'm startin' to think we're in the clear...
[Though he will look around the cabin real quick, even scurrying away from the cockpit to check the areas he can't see from the general position of the rearview mirror. Just to play it safe. Or, well, try to. And gripe under his breath.]
Come on seriously? Not even wood paneling? How's a webhead supposed to dodge a jinx in here?
[Between hearing that and no longer feeling like the shuttle is going to shake apart around them, Pidge actually feels comfortable enough to look back over her shoulder at-- Well, where she thought Peter had been standing but apparently isn't. A quick glance around has her eventually finding him... sticking upside down to the ceiling of the cockpit, and that is definitely something she needs to ask about in another minute or so.] What the crow...
[Screw it. She gives herself a quick shake and returns her attention back out the window. They still need to land somewhere that is both safe and close to someplace that will have other shuttles around. Because they're definitely not going to be able to break through the planet's atmosphere with a doorless shuttle.]
Okay. Good. I'm heading back to where it's safe and populated, and then you're gonna tell me what the quiznak you're wearing and how you're sticking to the ceiling.
Oh, that's easy, there's these little tiny hairs called setae with even more tiny hairs called setules and-
[wait hold on a second did she just- she did, she absolutely did just knock the spider-suit. There is a very indignant Peter Parker crawling back across the ceiling toward the cockpit just to protest this grave injustice immediately because that's really his priority right now.
He can have his nerd moment later, right now he is being cruelly and unjustly attacked!!]
Okay, I will totally take the blame for picking a fight for Mr. Tall, Dark & Terrifying, but there is no way Star Command's not hearing from me about how the Green Ranger's throwing shade at the spider-suit.
Wait- You mean like spiders? [She totally latched onto the beginning of that explanation. She may not be an expert an animal biology, but she definitely remembers watching studies of spider behavior in space (just because it was fascinating, okay?!), and some of the intricacies of spider biology just stuck in her brain. To use at this precise moment, apparently.
And Pidge would happily have let that nerd moment continue if Peter hadn't just gone and thrown shade at the paladin armor. She nearly even jumps out of her seat to argue back at him, sending a scowl his way.]
First of all I'm the Green Paladin, not a quiznaking Power Ranger, and second I can't believe you referenced Star Command before Starfleet! [Clearly this is important to her. But anyway-] And dude, that's not a spider-suit. You'd have to have another four limbs before you can go calling it a spider-suit.
Well, you're a little short to be a stormtrooper, and Starfleet's not exactly known for it's armored-up space troopers!
[Pidge can scowl at him all she wants he will defend his suitandhis quippage until the inevitable heat death of the universe.]
And four limbs are just fine thanks! That's why I'm the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, not... the Amazing Spider! Plus I mean, good odds Doc'd sue, he's kinda got the super-scene cornered on extra appendages already...
[He's getting a little sidetracked here, that's...not hard for him to do, all things considered. And of course, also forgetting that it's maybe not in anyone's best interest to backsass the pilot, even if you're in relatively open skies.]
Look, point is, I am totally allowed to call it a spider-suit. And the Green Paladin of the Order of Color-Coded Knights can complain about missing limbs when he has spider-powers!
[Pidge lets out the most scandalized gasp in the universe right at that moment. Not because of his crack at the Color-Coded Knights (what even...) but because he just broke the unspoken nerd code. He is combining his star references and that just ain't gonna fly.] I can't believe you just did that!!
You're way more like a Human Spider-- Wait, did you seriously give yourself a whole alter-ego to go with this get up?!
[At least Pidge remains Pidge, both in and out of armor. Geez.]
And look, you're gonna have to take up the whole color-coded thing with Allura, I didn't choose this! [Yes she does like the color green and that certainly hasn't hurt things, but still.]
And I can't believe you forgot Starfleet's aims are primarily peaceful and scientific, not military.
[It's probably saying a lot about where his priorities are that, as absolutely ridiculous as this entire scenario was, he was all kinds of grateful he could even have this absurd argument with somebody. Even if the timing could have been much, much better.]
And of course I did- what, you think I'm gonna cross every street hood, crime boss, and supervillain in New York as Peter Parker? Just because I can slug it out with the super-psychopaths doesn't mean Aunt May can, and it's not like my school's equipped to deal with revenge-obsessed supervillains. Trust me, that's already been stress tested, it didn't go well.
[He'll avoid joking any more about the color coding though- if anything, it's kind of convenient, and oddly satisfying to think about. It's a very organized way of doing things, plus it means if anybody ever forgets names they can just yell out for a specific color, right?]
...actually, speaking of things that don't go well, please don't go spreading this around, alright? If we really are on some crazy reality show, I cannot risk this getting out and anything happening to Aunt May. Or anyone else back home, for that matter. You can totally brag about saving Puny Parker from some horrible, giant mist monster if you want, just please leave out the superhero thing, okay?
[And that's about the complete summary of her frustration about that.
Pidge has to resist the very strong urge to cover her face with her hands. He's calling himself a superhero. Like in the comics. And to be fair, he does clearly have some form of superhuman powers since he was absolutely sticking to the ceiling and he's shooting spiderweb-like material out of his wrists and really it's all very curious.
Probably about as curious as being a teenager that got dragged into an intergalactic space war and became connected with a giant psychic robotic cat that combines with other giant psychic robotic cats to form an even more giant robotic space warrior.]
Look, first of all, assuming we really are on a reality show, the chances of the broadcast signal bypassing interdimensional or multi-universal lines are astronomically thin. And second of all, again assuming we really are on a reality show, you've probably already been caught on camera like this and had your cover totally blown. But hey, just in case neither of those things are true? Your secret's totally safe with me.
[Even if her tone is very, very dry and borderline sarcastic as she says that.]
I could say the same for whatever they used to kidnap everyone, but hey, here we are. And unless the universe's got way different priorities than Earth? Pretty sure being the puny science nerd is still basically stealth mode. It's easy to just stay under everyone's radar unless I actually want the attention.
[The tone doesn't go unnoticed, but...well, he's going to hope that's just Pidge's way of grudging agreement. Not like he can really do anything to keep Pidge from blabbing, anyway. So he'll just hop down from the ceiling and take a proper seat, since he's not sure exactly how long this flight's gonna take. Plus, still no familiar tingle to announce a surprise attack from their giant friend, so it's not like he has to stay on high alert.
Plus, he really needs the chance to just relax right now. He can already tell that once the adrenaline's totally gone, he's going to be all kinds of sore. Everywhere. So he'll just slump down and try to get as comfy as possible and just...let out a big exhale and try to take a breather.]
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Date: 2018-07-15 10:47 am (UTC)[Seeing as how he's definitely kept his footing under far worse circumstances. But hey, her ship, her rules. And he's still got a couple spare web cartridges left, so burning through a little extra web fluid shouldn't be too bad. Plus, it's been all quiet for a while now- well, chorus of alarms coming from Pidge's panels notwithstanding- so he'll do as she says and seal the exit.
Not particularly quietly though, since slinging that many webs sounds an awful lot like throwing several buckets of paint all over the hull. Still, the end result works well enough. That wall of webbing ought to have no problem lasting for several hours at least, and might even cut back on the unnecessary drag on that side of the shuttle.
And since that's taken away most of his visibility, he'll just...scurry along the ceiling to deliver the good news. Mostly just to make keep any incursion into Pidge's field of view nice and minimal. Though it doesn't stop him from offering a little salute while he's up there.]
Sealed and secure, cap'n! Probably not airtight though, so you're gonna wanna keep the mask on.
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Date: 2018-07-19 12:06 am (UTC)She doesn't even really have the time to try to glance back over in his direction and see how he's doing with sealing things up. She's much too busy keeping her focus on the status of the shuttle, and whether or not they'll be able to handle one more boost for good measure. Just as soon as she starts feeling less resistance on the shuttle, she assumes the deed has been done.]
Trust me, I wasn't planning on taking it off.
[Her eyes rake over the instrument panel for the millionth time, making sure that nothing looks to be in a critical state. She finally manages a quick glance over her shoulder to see if anything might be reappearing behind them, and only when she doesn't spot anything does the tension in her shoulders seem to lessen.
She's still not relaxed, though. Not at all.]
Okay, I'm gonna try hitting another boost to really get us clear of the area. Keep an eye out for any weird mist activity if you can. Got it?
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Date: 2018-07-22 09:28 pm (UTC)The annoying part of it is, he's not sure any of this is actually working. He's not sure if the total absence of any danger vibes is because the monster's actually decided to go after an easier meal, or if he just can't sense the thing until it's already attacking. But after it's been all quiet for several more minutes, he's definitely leaning toward the former]
Y'know, I'm startin' to think we're in the clear...
[Though he will look around the cabin real quick, even scurrying away from the cockpit to check the areas he can't see from the general position of the rearview mirror. Just to play it safe. Or, well, try to. And gripe under his breath.]
Come on seriously? Not even wood paneling? How's a webhead supposed to dodge a jinx in here?
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Date: 2018-07-23 04:38 am (UTC)[Between hearing that and no longer feeling like the shuttle is going to shake apart around them, Pidge actually feels comfortable enough to look back over her shoulder at-- Well, where she thought Peter had been standing but apparently isn't. A quick glance around has her eventually finding him... sticking upside down to the ceiling of the cockpit, and that is definitely something she needs to ask about in another minute or so.] What the crow...
[Screw it. She gives herself a quick shake and returns her attention back out the window. They still need to land somewhere that is both safe and close to someplace that will have other shuttles around. Because they're definitely not going to be able to break through the planet's atmosphere with a doorless shuttle.]
Okay. Good. I'm heading back to where it's safe and populated, and then you're gonna tell me what the quiznak you're wearing and how you're sticking to the ceiling.
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Date: 2018-07-23 05:00 am (UTC)[wait hold on a second did she just- she did, she absolutely did just knock the spider-suit. There is a very indignant Peter Parker crawling back across the ceiling toward the cockpit just to protest this grave injustice immediately because that's really his priority right now.
He can have his nerd moment later, right now he is being cruelly and unjustly attacked!!]
Okay, I will totally take the blame for picking a fight for Mr. Tall, Dark & Terrifying, but there is no way Star Command's not hearing from me about how the Green Ranger's throwing shade at the spider-suit.
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Date: 2018-07-23 05:58 am (UTC)And Pidge would happily have let that nerd moment continue if Peter hadn't just gone and thrown shade at the paladin armor. She nearly even jumps out of her seat to argue back at him, sending a scowl his way.]
First of all I'm the Green Paladin, not a quiznaking Power Ranger, and second I can't believe you referenced Star Command before Starfleet! [Clearly this is important to her. But anyway-] And dude, that's not a spider-suit. You'd have to have another four limbs before you can go calling it a spider-suit.
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Date: 2018-07-23 06:52 am (UTC)[Pidge can scowl at him all she wants he will defend his suit and his quippage until the inevitable heat death of the universe.]
And four limbs are just fine thanks! That's why I'm the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, not... the Amazing Spider! Plus I mean, good odds Doc'd sue, he's kinda got the super-scene cornered on extra appendages already...
[He's getting a little sidetracked here, that's...not hard for him to do, all things considered. And of course, also forgetting that it's maybe not in anyone's best interest to backsass the pilot, even if you're in relatively open skies.]
Look, point is, I am totally allowed to call it a spider-suit. And the Green Paladin of the Order of Color-Coded Knights can complain about missing limbs when he has spider-powers!
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Date: 2018-08-14 04:31 am (UTC)You're way more like a Human Spider-- Wait, did you seriously give yourself a whole alter-ego to go with this get up?!
[At least Pidge remains Pidge, both in and out of armor. Geez.]
And look, you're gonna have to take up the whole color-coded thing with Allura, I didn't choose this! [Yes she does like the color green and that certainly hasn't hurt things, but still.]
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Date: 2018-08-14 07:25 am (UTC)[It's probably saying a lot about where his priorities are that, as absolutely ridiculous as this entire scenario was, he was all kinds of grateful he could even have this absurd argument with somebody. Even if the timing could have been much, much better.]
And of course I did- what, you think I'm gonna cross every street hood, crime boss, and supervillain in New York as Peter Parker? Just because I can slug it out with the super-psychopaths doesn't mean Aunt May can, and it's not like my school's equipped to deal with revenge-obsessed supervillains. Trust me, that's already been stress tested, it didn't go well.
[He'll avoid joking any more about the color coding though- if anything, it's kind of convenient, and oddly satisfying to think about. It's a very organized way of doing things, plus it means if anybody ever forgets names they can just yell out for a specific color, right?]
...actually, speaking of things that don't go well, please don't go spreading this around, alright? If we really are on some crazy reality show, I cannot risk this getting out and anything happening to Aunt May. Or anyone else back home, for that matter. You can totally brag about saving Puny Parker from some horrible, giant mist monster if you want, just please leave out the superhero thing, okay?
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Date: 2018-08-17 06:32 am (UTC)[And that's about the complete summary of her frustration about that.
Pidge has to resist the very strong urge to cover her face with her hands. He's calling himself a superhero. Like in the comics. And to be fair, he does clearly have some form of superhuman powers since he was absolutely sticking to the ceiling and he's shooting spiderweb-like material out of his wrists and really it's all very curious.
Probably about as curious as being a teenager that got dragged into an intergalactic space war and became connected with a giant psychic robotic cat that combines with other giant psychic robotic cats to form an even more giant robotic space warrior.]
Look, first of all, assuming we really are on a reality show, the chances of the broadcast signal bypassing interdimensional or multi-universal lines are astronomically thin. And second of all, again assuming we really are on a reality show, you've probably already been caught on camera like this and had your cover totally blown. But hey, just in case neither of those things are true? Your secret's totally safe with me.
[Even if her tone is very, very dry and borderline sarcastic as she says that.]
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Date: 2018-08-20 05:40 am (UTC)[The tone doesn't go unnoticed, but...well, he's going to hope that's just Pidge's way of grudging agreement. Not like he can really do anything to keep Pidge from blabbing, anyway. So he'll just hop down from the ceiling and take a proper seat, since he's not sure exactly how long this flight's gonna take. Plus, still no familiar tingle to announce a surprise attack from their giant friend, so it's not like he has to stay on high alert.
Plus, he really needs the chance to just relax right now. He can already tell that once the adrenaline's totally gone, he's going to be all kinds of sore. Everywhere. So he'll just slump down and try to get as comfy as possible and just...let out a big exhale and try to take a breather.]
But, thanks. For the save, too. I owe you one.