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First Photograph § Voice/Action

[There's a really good question that Peter needs to ask himself. What bad guy hit him hard enough to knock him out and throw him all the way into Central Park? Trees and grass shouldn't have hurt so hard to make his back hurt. Okay, maybe trees. But still, it wasn't like he was slammed into another brick wall. No, it was just a really dense looking forest that definitely didn't look like it would be Central Park. That's weird. Maybe Mysterio had something to do with this. Not sure how the guy could get the jump on him like this, though.

But it seemed like he was at least hit hard enough that his clothes were knocked off. How can you even hit a guy in a skin tight costume that hard? Well, it explains how he would have gotten to a place with a ton of trees. Not good. He might actually be injured now--

Or he could have wings on his back.]

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[After figuring some things out and realizing that the journal actually... talks, Peter can be seen walking into the village while wearing the New Feather pants. While wandering aimlessly and looking worried, he's flipping through his journal until he figures out how to use it.]

This on? [Seems like it.] Quick show of hands. Who else is creeped out by the talking book?

[Yeah. Let's keep wandering around this weird village until someone helps him, or he finds someone he recognizes. He hope everyone is alright.]

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Sure, I'd be okay with that. There's not much to see, but I'll do what I can.

[omg is he seriously going to hang out with Spiderman?

So cool.]

Right now then? It'd probably be easier if you came and found me.

[Everybody wants to hang out with Spider-Man.]

Sounds good! I don't live that far from the plaza, and there's a fountain right in the middle. I can meet you there shortly.

[Hell, he could technically teleport.]

[Plaza. Fountain. Where was that again?

Oh yeah, he ran away from it not too long ago trying to find the clothing shop. Making a U-turn.]

Right, fountain. I think I know which way that is.

Great! See you there.

[And he's off! He won't teleport after all, though, he's only like 5-10 minutes away.]

[Sadly, it's going to take Peter way longer than that to get back to where he was before. He almost got lost a second time, because he wasn't paying much mind to his surroundings. He was more invested in chatting over the journal.

But hey, he's approaching.]

[Billy's sitting on the fountain flipping through his journal, glancing up as the other teen approaches. He's calmed down somewhat, thankfully; no need to spazz like a fool in front of the guy.]

Hey... Peter?

[He gives a sheepish wave, kind of embarrassed at how long it took him to arrive.]

Uh, hey. I think I got a little lost on the way here.

Don't worry about it, I haven't been here that long.

[He offers a smile, standing up and closing his journal.]

So- clothes first? And then I'm thinking lunch would be good.

Glad I didn't keep you waiting. And yeah, clothes would be great.

[Lunch? He was pretty hungry.] There a pizza place around here?

...Pizza... [Billy makes a face. It is not an impressed one.] Trust me, this isn't New York. Let's get subs.

Worth a try. [Peter knows that New York has the best pizza. He could only hope that the better pizza than that would come from another world.] Lead the way to the clothes.

You got it, follow me. [Billy gestures for Peter to join him, starting off towards the clothing shop.] Don't know if anyone's told you, but you'll probably find your own clothes here. Besides that you can pretty much take whatever you want. It's all free.

[Peter nods, though once he sees the clothing shop he ends up walking a little faster. Maybe to reach it first.]

That sounds great, but I don't wanna accidentally take anyone's clothes. Sure wouldn't want mine taken.

[Such enthusiasm! Billy grins and picks up the pace to keep up with him, following the other teen inside.]

I never thought of that. Actually, I'm surprised it hasn't happened to me already.

Guess that's what they call-- [EYES CENTER RIGHT ON THE SPIDER-MAN COSTUME.

OH.

NO.] --luck!?

Huh? Is something wr- [As he speaks, Billy's gaze shifts to follow Peter's, and he halts, staring at it. Um. Yep. That is definitely his costume. Now how the hell should he roll with this?] ...Is that... Spider-man?

[Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Oh no.]

[Time to test his own acting skills with a pretty damn nervous smirk. Not good.]

Wow, are those Spider-Man pajamas!?

[Billy feels like facepalming, hearing that. It's... geez, it's such an obvious lie that it almost hurts. Billy considers his options quietly for a long moment, then finally shrugs off his concerns- he'd come here not just to meet with Peter, but to tell him the truth. Lying and dancing around the issue isn't going to help either of them.]

...Look, uh... I haven't been completely honest with you. I'm kind of in the super hero gig myself. And I know- [He hesitates, glancing around to check for anyone else before continuing,] I know who you are.

You... [He knows that Peter is Spider-Man. That much is made obvious now, and Peter glances around as well. Was he careless? What happened that someone knows his identity? Did Venom-- no, did Eddie manage to actually out him in the end?

He could have sworn the Bugle printed that he wasn't Spider-Man in the end. So... how?] How did you found out?

[With Peter this far back in the past, it's probably best to avoid talk of the Civil War. So... technical truth is a go?]

You kind of told me.

[Technical truth sounds nothing like him.]

I... what? Really?

[Yeaaaah, he knows it's farfetched. And yet, surprisingly, still true.]

Really. A lot's happened, though... I'm kind of from the future. Where I'm from, you've been Spider-Man for years.

Oh... wow. The future. [Good to know that he doesn't at least get murdered in the act of trying to save lives. It's already been so close so far. So terrifyingly close. And then he almost quit.

But he kept on trucking. It's important to know this, and relieving. But at the same time, what kind of stress and awful things must have happened between now and where Billy was from. How long was "years" anyway?]

I guess the cat's out of the bag, huh? Didn't think I'd actually tell anyone, but hey, can't deny the proof.

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