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[Peter Parker, Spider-Man, whichever you prefer to think of him as - and God knows Peter kind of goes back and forth depending on the day and the situation - is a lot of things. One thing he's not?

A covert agent.

Like, seriously, not at all. He's got no skill, no training, no practice in trying to convincingly pass himself off as another person, and of course it's not until now that he's really thinking about how it might have been a good idea to practice this more before they got dumped in this universe again.

But at least he remembers what it was like to be his counterpart, which is better than he could say if this was the first time it was happening to him, so he throws on a black hoodie, pulls the hood up and does his best to look like a grouchy, miserable pain in the ass. It's... not great, but maybe it'll be convincing enough for now to fool people.

Well. Except maybe Anya, and he wonders if Scott's going to be able to smell if he has mountain ash on him. Probably.

At least he knows he's got one friend on board still, and that's enough to get him out of his room and looking for the others. He does his best to avoid anyone who's obviously different, but he needs to know what he's dealing with when it comes to the rest of his friends, and this somehow seems better than trying to hit anyone up over the network.]

[ooc: here is peter's mirror info, feel free to hit me with whatever. c:]

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[ meanwhile, Gwen's got news. it's kind of exciting, kind of horrifying, and kind of completely out of the blue. which is exactly her favorite kind of news. well, the favorite kind of this version of her, at least. this version who, while is kind of wearing the same clothes Gwen regularly wears, looks.. completely different. probably because her hair is far from neatly combed ( up in a bun, but hardly neat, no ), her skirt is a few inches shorter, and her shirt is- not her shirt, where did she even get that? but anyway, she's been searching for Peter for a little while now, so when she spots that hoodie, the "don't freaking talk to me" body language, she catches up as quickly as she can, rounding him and reaching up to push that hood back ]

Hey there, bug boy.

[ which is still a term of endearment?? but she's not exactly playing things sweet right now. she's still got her fingers gripped on his hood, and she uses that to pull him down for a kiss. and it's a kiss kiss, not really a hello kiss. in the middle of the hallway. woops. ]

[Well, that definitely caught him off guard, and he's not sure if he should be stupidly embarrassed of himself or not for sort of... kissing her back for a second before realizing hey wait, no, nope, this is definitely not normal Gwen behavior and sort of. Dissssengaging before this starts getting really weird.

Like, really weird. Weirder than it already is. (It's already pretty weird.)

And that is definitely not her shirt, where did she even get that?]

Hi? [Oops, that was way too high pitched. He quickly tries to cover up the slip, frowning again.

Man, this is going to suck.] I mean, uh, what was that for?

What, I need an excuse to make out with you now?

[ maybe that should be a clue that something's off, but despite the fact that they've Been Through Some Shit, she's chalking it up to the fact that he is still just a teenage guy. it happens. guys can be surprised by kisses, even Peter, with his crazy senses. ..speaking of that.

she lets go of his hood and takes a step back, lifting on her toes and turning 180 so she can continue down the hall, ( expecting him to follow )with her hands clasped behind her back. the picture of complete innocence. sure. her tone is singsongy when she speaks up again ]

I've got a secret to tell you.

No, [He says carefully, trying to reconstruct the scowl and kind of over thinking it. Should he glare a little more, or look confused? Irritated? Annoyed?

Is any of this even coming off?

Peter pulls the hood back up and shoves his hands in his sweatshirt pockets again as he follows her, figuring he might as well play alone with this. How bad off is Gwen? Can he talk her into helping him out, or is she going to be someone there's no way he can count on.

That's a really depressing thought.]

What is it?

So you know how things got a little icky between you and McCall after your super-body decided it didn't want to be, um- changed to fit into his pack?

[ she turns again so she's walking backwards, eyes glowing bright for a second before she laughs ]

Guess who took your spot?

[Okay, this time he doesn't have to fake being horrified/worried/maybe a little mad, because um.

What.

How is that a good idea??]

Are you serious?

I. took. the. bite.

[ her eyes are practically twinkling, like she's excited, looking for trouble. maybe she is. ]

Are you mad?

[ that shouldn't sound like a challenge, and yet ]

[And yet it so totally does, and he has no idea what he's supposed to do with this.

How many other people has Scott turned? How bad is this going to be?

At least it's not hard to sound shocked, and maybe a little angry.]

Why?

[Stiles is still kind of dazed from his previous encounter with mirror!Lydia as he makes his way down the hall, gripping tightly onto his baseball bat. It's his warden's item and though he hasn't really had to use it for anything, right now he just feels better having hold of it.

He has a feeling mirror him probably carries it regularly for intimidation because he's seen people flinch away from him and well. That's upsetting.

He spots Peter coming toward him, dressed in a black hoodie and kind of scowling oh god, he hopes Peter isn't affected. He pauses in his tracks, wondering what other Peter's relationship to other him is like, or if they even know each other.]

[Fortunately, Peter's already talked to Dean, and Dean already knows Stiles is on their side, which probably has its good and bad points. Good, because Peter likes Stiles and doesn't want him to have to live with whatever bad stuff his counterpart might get up to as long as they're here, but bad because he's pretty sure Scott's going to try to do something awful to him if he finds out he's not the Stiles he's used to, and that? Is really going to suck.

So the scowl vanishes when he spots him and everything in Peter seems to perk up for a second before he realizes hey, wait, this is still a public hallyway, they're not totally safe just hanging out here like this.

He closes the distance between them quickly, and glances furtively around to make sure they're alone before saying anything.]

Hey. We should talk.

[He notes how the scowl vanishes when Peter spots him and he relaxes because that seems like a good thing. Or another really weird thing is about to happen here and he hopes that's not the case. Please don't be the case, he thinks. He'd really, really prefer if the other guy's scowl vanished because it's the Peter he knows and not because Peter's evil self and Stiles' evil self are besties or something.

But the way Peter looks around makes him think it's probably the former and he lets out a breath, nodding. He rubs the back of his neck.]

My room in five minutes? [His voice is barely audible.]

Cool. I'll circle back and meet you there.

[Which feels freaking ridiculous to say, but there it is. That's the plan, that's what he's going for.

Of course, it's probably not going to do much if Scott or whoever spots them, but it's not like they have a lot of choice here. So after doing a lap around the next floor, pretending to be glowering and miserable and maybe looking for something (or someone) to bother, he finally knocks on Stiles' door.

Please be in there.]

[Stiles gives a quick nod and heads for the stairs, heart beating a little faster in his chest. Scott and Lydia are both affected, but if he had to pick another ally to have in this place at a time like this, it's Peter Parker.

He is standing at the door moments later when the knock sounds and he opens it immediately, stepping aside to let him in.]

It is good to see your unaffected face. [Yeah that probably sounds...weirder out loud than it does in his head, but. Whatever.]

[Hey, if anyone has no room to judge when it comes to lame things coming out of your mouth? It's Peter. So no judgement.

He grins and shoves the hood off his head as he steps into the room, waiting until Stiles closes the door to say anything else.]

Right back at you. Dean told me you were alright, but he didn't know about too many others. Have you seen Gwen and Scott?

[Point. Awkward teenagers of a feather flock together or something, apparently. Stiles shuts and locks the door before turning to look at Peter. He grimaces.]

I haven't seen Gwen. But Scott's... [He rakes a hand through his hair and moves to sit in his computer chair.] Yeah, he's affected again. And apparently my other self? Is a werewolf.

Awesome. [Spoilers: that is the most not awesome thing he's heard all day, and he rubs his hands over his face, drags them into his hair, like that's going to do anything to help.]

So he'll like, know immediately that you're different. [Because smell and... whatever.] Do you like, want a body guard? I mean, I'm pretty sure I can take him in a fight.

Not that I want to, I mean, it's Scott.

[Stiles is...still kind of reeling from the idea of his other self being a werewolf, actually.]

He came by earlier. He was pretty confused about me not being a werewolf, but he was...[He wasn't sure what the right word was, really.] Friendly. [He draws in a breath and looks at Peter.] I don't actually think he's going to try anything against me. He said I'd be back to normal in a few days. I think he thinks I died and came back human again.

Well, I mean, no offense to normal Scott, but mirror Scott didn't exactly seem like the sharpest tool in the shed, if you know what I mean. [He kind of reminds him of Flash, if he's being honest. Or what he's heard about Jackson.]

I guess that's better than it could be.

He's not... we kind of, I don't know. Didn't get along last time? Or like, he wanted me to be part of the pack, but my weird mutant DNA didn't really work with it or whatever, so he sort of... I'm not sure he's going to love if we hang out, but I can take him in a fight, if you feel like you need back up.

[Stiles nods, understanding immediately. Normal Scott is so much smarter than most people back home give him credit for. Mirror Scott is operating more off animalistic instincts than anything else.]

I'll definitely keep it in mind. Do you think he'll be coming after you though? Do you have mountain ash? I have some if you need it.

Yeah, he gave me some, I think it's still in my room. [He hopes. Maybe in the jacket he was wearing when he woke up here.] And I don't know. I mean, I think he'd know I'm stronger than him at this point, but I don't know if he'd see that as like, a reason to leave me alone or a reason to take me out, you know?

Yeah. It'll probably depend on if he views you as an active threat or not. [That's troubling. And he hasn't gotten a good enough read on this Scott to determine who he might view as such.]

He probably doesn't. The other me kinda wasn't that ambitious.

[Mostly just sulky and bitter and prone to lashing out at inmates.]

So. [So.] What's your plan?

Then that's good. [That might be a good advantage if they end up needing it.]

Mostly I'm going to try and keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't get out of hand. [And by that he means, try to make sure Scott doesn't go off on a murderous rampage.]

And if he does get out of hand?

[Because he's wondering if that whole murderous rampage thing is the more likely outcome, here. Everyone he knows seems to have that happen at least once to them. u__u]

That's where the mountain ash comes into play.

[He offers Peter a small smile.] I'm kind of a natural at handling the stuff. [He shrugs a little.]

[He smiles back, at least. Nice to know they're still capable of doing that, even in the face of... all of this.] You get a lot of experience using it back home?

Well. [His smile now is sheepish and he shrugs.]

Well technically just...once or twice. But I did sort of make a whole line of it appear with the force of my beliefs.

[Okay oh my god, hold up a sec.]

What? How?

[He's still kind of shocked, too, really.]

I don't know. Back home Scott has this guy who's sort of like an adviser for all things werewolf-related? He told me I was a "spark" -- [He uses air quotes to illustrate.] -- and never really explained what that means. I mean that only happened once.

[In this universe, Scott struts.

Maybe not as bad as a certain human arachnid portrayal, but he walks like he has giant balls, because you know what? He's a big, bad alpha, and he's made it so clear in the last week that he's happy to fuck up people's shit if it gets him what he wants. So he struts, because there are only a few people on board that he doesn't think he could go toe to toe with.

When he sees Peter, he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, because Pete - Pete could be a threat, Scott thinks. Not that he'll ever let Pete think that, but all the same - better to deal with him with the pack around.

Even so, Scott's not one to run.]

Hey, Petey, [He says, and it's amiable, even if there's an under current of a growl in his voice.] What's up?

[Honestly, his first thought is that he kindddd of looks like Flash.

If, you know, Flash was a werewolf, and that just kind of gets him thinking about the... thing that had been wearing Flash's face in Silent Hill, and that's a thought better left ignored and repressed as possible.

He tries to remember what things had been like with them before: Scott had been pissed he couldn't be turned into a werewolf, right? How's that been working out for them since everything went to hell?

Can he take Scott in a fight if he has to? Obviously he doesn't want to, but could he, if it came down to that?]

What do you want?

[Somewhere, Bond is shuddering.

Just seeing what my pal is up to. That a crime now? [He flashes a smile that's all fangs, a reminder for Pete not to fuck with him. They could throw down, but Scott's motive is to make Peter damn sure that's the last thing he wants to do.]

[He feels like the other him would have either taken that as a challenge, or felt shitty about how lonely and miserable he was here and just. Moped.]

Is that what we are? Pals?

What? what kind of question is that? [The smile stays in place, lazy and satisfied. Yeah, that's right. Mope.]

Of course we are.

Right.

[Moping seems like the safer option, and jeez, he really needs to make sure Stiles is somewhere out of the way of all this or something.]

I'll see you around.

[Scott roles his eyes.]

Yeah, okay. Come hang out when you're in a better mood or something.

[Or don't. Also acceptable.]

Whatever.

[Man, he should have brought his iPod, shouldn't he? Putting in headphones would really put the finishing touches on this dramatic skulk away.]

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