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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]

[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.