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So...?

[he looks at her briefly] So - they'd - they wanted only the best for me and all that sappy shit. Don't think they'd like this.

Probably not. [She still looks at him, concerned and all.] I understand what you mean, though. [She's been going through something similar, concerning with special powers and the like.]

[he's not sure how to word how much his mother didn't want him part of being a mask. How much it scared his father? Or how his Grandmother would feel. God, he'd almost completely forgot about her - or tried not to because it'd mean probably mean someone somewhere would be hurt.]

At least I'm not alone on that.

Exactly. [A small smile graces her lips.] Do what you believe is right. The thought of you in danger -- or worse, hurts everyone you care about, but you protect other people.

I'm glad I know someone like you. [She understands the risks. Her parents are in danger solving murders or being discovered. Despite that, she's thankful to have heroes in her life, so to speak. Same thing applies to Edward, being a mask and all.]

Yeah, there's another little part with that. [Who thought which path was correct and how much would he get scolded for picking which ever one? Who really would watch the child of two Watchmen? Would they even bother?]

[he looks at her for a moment.] I'm glad I know you too, Cass.

Some would say that's not exactly a wise choice.

That what you say? Or someone you know would say?

I'm not sure, actually. [Peter draws his hand to his mouth, nervously picking at the skin around his thumbnail. There's a pause as he considers for a moment.] I think... that I just want to do what's right.

[Ed looks the other over for a moment, and then holds out his hand to him.] Names Edward.

[He hesitates for a moment, if only because judging a book by its cover would tell him to be cautious. Edward is easily twice Peter's size, if not more, and Spidey or not, Peter's learning to be a little bit more careful about using his skills without the mask. He'd have to take a beating. But this? This is new. Maybe this is why you should never judge a book by its cover. Pete extends his hand with a smirk.] Peter Parker. Nice to meet you, Edward.

Nice to meet you, Peter. [Ed shakes his hand and honestly hadn't really noticed Peter's size and probably wouldn't unless it came up in conversation.] So, what planet did you come where what you just said to me is the first thing to come to your mind to a total stranger?

Krypton. [A beat.] Actually, I think... I'm just sort of thinking aloud. You said something that I've already been pondering a bit myself, and, well...

[he gives a soft laugh, looking away then back to him.] Decided to see how it sounded out loud? Because it sounded pretty goddamn good, I'll be honest, man.

Heh, thanks. It's good to know that I've found my place with melodrama. Seems like my teenage angst finally found it's usefulness.

[he gives another laugh, closing his hand around his fist thoughtfully.] Yeah.. It sometimes feels like that. I don't wanna a kill joy to you or anything.

[he adds holding up a hand.]

Oh, don't worry about that. I'm just glad my, uh, mindless babble wasn't just that. My uncle died not too long ago, so... I seem to do a lot of thinking about what Uncle Ben would have wanted.

I'm sorry to hear that, man. But - it makes sense, yeah. And don't worry about the mindless babble, its really okay. What I said didn't make a lick of sense either.

Never think about what others want. You'll only end up setting expectations for yourself that will never be met if you want to please them. [Listen to the scary dude that kicked your ass, Edward. He is the voice of experience.]

[Ed jumps and looks over at the man, shocked] Jesus Christ, where did you come from?

Hell. [Thanh glances at Ed with a flat, bored look.] You need to become more aware of your surroundings.

I was - a little preoccupied. [excuse Ed as he shifts rather uncomfortably.]

Clearly. [He looks unimpressed. How he manages to be intimidating despite being significantly shorter than Ed is a talent all on its own.]

[Ed stammers for something else to say, but can't very well think of anything. He trails back to his original thought process, rubbing the back of his neck.]

How - wha - [stop. think. speak. Good boy.] what did you mean? With the expectations and shit?