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[writtendestiny]

Does anyone know anything about panic rooms?

private to Peter Parker;
Where are you, I need to talk to you.

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[writtendestiny]

[He is entirely correct, though she wouldn't think too much about going up there on her own. It wasn't like Asinastra's palace, where the halls were wide and she could see what was coming. Something could creep up on her in there and she'd never see it, never be able to get away.

She knows that, and she doesn't want Peter to risk it either.]

You won't be. [Poison tells him with a small smirk.] Do you want to go up there with me?

[itsnotaonesie]

[He presses his lips into a thin line and sighs, but ultimately decides that arguing isn't worth it. The only way he'd keep her from going into that vent would be webbing her feet to the floor or something, and he has a feeling that she wouldn't appreciate that at all. So.]

Yep. I'm going first, though. Just in case something is in there and decides to come at us. Fair?

[writtendestiny]

[A delicately worded plea in concern for her safety might have worked just as well as webbing her feet to the floor, but Poison likes the idea of actually going adventuring with him far more than she likes the thought of staying behind.]

Alright. Fair.

[To say nothing of the fact that something might come from behind them.]

I'll make sure this door is shut tight, then you can pull me up.

[itsnotaonesie]

[NAAAAAAAAAH nothing's gonna come at the from behind, they're totally probably safe.]

Sounds good. [He gives her a quick smooch on the forehead before he hops up into the vent to wait for her. Once she returns from shutting the door, he reaches down to her.]

[writtendestiny]

[TOTALLY SAFE.

She has to jump to reach up to his hand, and if it had been anyone else she might have tried to find a stool. Peter, though? She knows Peter can pull her entire weight and more up through that vent.]

Ah-- Ready.