No, it stays on you, unless I move it, but it's like a little drone-- but I don't know, I can't promise, but we can try.
(the tech works and doesn't work. some things are dependent on the stark network, which is connected to so many goddamn things - whether the GPS could work, they gotta check, maybe coordinates, maybe something, and even nothing is something in these uncertain times. so, he's quick to change, unbothered by the nakedness - nothing here she hasn't seen.)
Maybe we can put it in my hood? That way it's hidden. I don't know if they'll search me or not.
[Normally she would be more playful with him, changing into their suits like this, but she's distracted, thinking about what's about to happen and what her fate will be. Her spider-sense isn't freaking out, so she doubts she's in any real danger, but that doesn't mean this will be any fun.
But it's not long before she's fully changed, rocking between her feet at the door as she waits for him.]
I think that's a good one. Okay, let's get it-- just a second, okay? This thing without the AI-- I gotta do everything manually, so...
(the mask shows that he squints at times, his eye movements setting up the small drone that comes out of his suit. with care, he places it inside the hood, a little to her back, where it latches, before his hand meets hers.)
[Gwen nods, letting Peter do his thing. She only knows what he tells her about the suit, but it always blows her mind, the technology he has. And this Tony Stark guy just gave it to him??
But that's besides the point. She nods, trying to convey through her mask that his attempts to reassure her have helped, even if she still isn't quite sure how she feels right now.]
Yeah-- Yeah, I think so. [She gives his hand a squeeze, before leaning forward and resting her forehead against his. Masks are on, so no kissing for now, but it's still an intimate touch.] Thank you.
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(the tech works and doesn't work. some things are dependent on the stark network, which is connected to so many goddamn things - whether the GPS could work, they gotta check, maybe coordinates, maybe something, and even nothing is something in these uncertain times. so, he's quick to change, unbothered by the nakedness - nothing here she hasn't seen.)
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[Normally she would be more playful with him, changing into their suits like this, but she's distracted, thinking about what's about to happen and what her fate will be. Her spider-sense isn't freaking out, so she doubts she's in any real danger, but that doesn't mean this will be any fun.
But it's not long before she's fully changed, rocking between her feet at the door as she waits for him.]
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(the mask shows that he squints at times, his eye movements setting up the small drone that comes out of his suit. with care, he places it inside the hood, a little to her back, where it latches, before his hand meets hers.)
You're ready?
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But that's besides the point. She nods, trying to convey through her mask that his attempts to reassure her have helped, even if she still isn't quite sure how she feels right now.]
Yeah-- Yeah, I think so. [She gives his hand a squeeze, before leaning forward and resting her forehead against his. Masks are on, so no kissing for now, but it's still an intimate touch.] Thank you.