It's funny, Peter always thought if were to get unmasked it would be in the heat of battle, in front of hundreds of cops and thousands of people - like some sort of spectacle to be seen, like it's something that's been on the tip of everyone's tongue, the front of everyone's brain. Like it's something the people would want, if Peter were an entertainer.
He did not, however, think it would be in the men's bathroom of the Secret Intelligence Service.
He'd been asked a few weeks back to aid in some sort of stunt - secret, naturally, but it's not like he could risk showing his face, revealing his identity, even to government officials. Especially not to government officials - but these people at least understand the importance of a persona. So it's been uncomfortable, it's been weird - he's had to wear his Spider-Man outfit essentially 24/7, and while it's been made for comfort, it's also tight fitting and actually kind of hot.
So he's gone to the bathroom to splash water on his face. Always lock the door, Parker, rookie mistake. ]
Uh...
[ He has blue spandex-clad hands held up, brown eyes wide like a spooked animal. He's Peter Parker - a freelance photographer, mainly known for getting rare shots of Spider-Man himself.
[ Business as usual. World's most genius hacker necessary for all aspects of keeping the delicate balance of justice and chaos. He appears calm and collected. Inwardly, and perhaps in the rare instances it shows during missions, he is a kid in a candy store with unlimited access. The challenges are endless. However, in the madness that is espionage, there is routine. There is a mild sense of predictability. It is, after all, still the government.
That is why his relocation is all the more thrilling. Even if it meant a flight.
Q has heard rumors of the ... superhero? The spandex wonder? being used for this complex mission. There are absolutely no confirmations of it. That is until in walks Q, dressed in a suit, and spying the man under the mask. His own wide eyes blink in confusion. Talented and as good looking under the suit as his physique.
Now. What to do abut this. Q can't see anything particularly... terrible about the situation. What is he apologizing for? ]
What can you explain?
[ He asks with honest confusion as he too washes his face. After shedding his coat and rolling up his sleeves, of course. ]
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It's funny, Peter always thought if were to get unmasked it would be in the heat of battle, in front of hundreds of cops and thousands of people - like some sort of spectacle to be seen, like it's something that's been on the tip of everyone's tongue, the front of everyone's brain. Like it's something the people would want, if Peter were an entertainer.
He did not, however, think it would be in the men's bathroom of the Secret Intelligence Service.
He'd been asked a few weeks back to aid in some sort of stunt - secret, naturally, but it's not like he could risk showing his face, revealing his identity, even to government officials. Especially not to government officials - but these people at least understand the importance of a persona. So it's been uncomfortable, it's been weird - he's had to wear his Spider-Man outfit essentially 24/7, and while it's been made for comfort, it's also tight fitting and actually kind of hot.
So he's gone to the bathroom to splash water on his face. Always lock the door, Parker, rookie mistake. ]
Uh...
[ He has blue spandex-clad hands held up, brown eyes wide like a spooked animal. He's Peter Parker - a freelance photographer, mainly known for getting rare shots of Spider-Man himself.
Well. They're selfies, basically. ]
I can explain.
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That is why his relocation is all the more thrilling. Even if it meant a flight.
Q has heard rumors of the ... superhero? The spandex wonder? being used for this complex mission. There are absolutely no confirmations of it. That is until in walks Q, dressed in a suit, and spying the man under the mask. His own wide eyes blink in confusion. Talented and as good looking under the suit as his physique.
Now. What to do abut this. Q can't see anything particularly... terrible about the situation. What is he apologizing for? ]
What can you explain?
[ He asks with honest confusion as he too washes his face. After shedding his coat and rolling up his sleeves, of course. ]