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[ Hey look, it's another teenager! A totally and completely normal teenager that has managed to scrounge up some clothes that aren't just whatever the hell he was wearing under his suit. Looks like a hoodie and some kind of shirt that looks like it might be nerdy? He tried for a nerdy aesthetic, anyway, which is hard when he doesn't even know what nerd culture looks like here. He's seated outside in Nova City somewhere, trying to figure out what to do next.

Anyway. He. Waves awkwardly? ]

Hey, um. I'd ask if people really just introduce themselves online like this without making it like "Welcome to My Star Wars Vlog And/Or Podcast" but I went back and looked at a bunch of posts and I guess that's exactly what it is? Which is cool. But weird? I'm weirded out.

[ Focus, Peter. Maybe breathe a little. He looks incredibly awkward, which is still only 50% of the Awkward Peter Parker Experience. ]

Anyway, I'm Peter Parker! I just got here like. A couple hours ago? And I have one really super important question.

[ Pause. Try not to look too excited. Look incredibly excited. ]

Did I see something about Pokémon? Like, actual physical Pokémon? Is that real or is this some super convincing AR thing? Because I'm down with both but if it's the first kind I am literally going to explode.

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[ What a mess. He doesn't know what he believes any more. Some part of him wonders if this whole damn thing is a hologram. (But on the other hand, Papyrus exists.) ]

Of course I've been through some things. You put me through hell! Trying to destroy London, trying to kill all my friends, all of it! And the worst part is that you totally could have done some good if you'd really wanted to. I'd have let you!

[ That bridge is thoroughly burned now, thanks a lot. ]

You'd have let me?

[There's a twitch now, a sterner set of his jaw. But just for a moment. He lets out a sigh, shaking his head.]

I came to your Earth to save it, and this is the thanks I get?

[ He winces despite himself. Despite knowing that this is all probably bullshit. The more he goes back and forth between belief and doubt, the more his head hurts. ]

The you that's evil, which is probably the you I'm talking to right now, but -

[ He just puts his head in his hands for a moment. ]

Prove it, okay? Prove to me you're actually from a different world and not just a reject Iron Man villain.

[Oh, now he doesn't like that comparison but, deep breath... Calm, calm...]

Now how do you propose that I prove it?

We can't get off world or travel through any other dimensions from here.

No, but you can meet me in person and show me your powers.

[ And if Beck has holograms then this could go wrong super fast but. He thinks Gwen might be willing to help him out. ]

[What can he do? Refuse and immediately he'd be called out. At least in person he might have more chances.]

Alright then. Fine.

Where are you, kid?

[ He moves the camera around, showing a street sign in Nova City. ]

Here. I'll hang out right here until you show up.

[He nods. Nova City. Perfect. It's a place he'd been planning on exploring more, with all it's high tech and futuristic equipment. He'd come in here with his suit - partially functioning but nowhere near to the extent he wanted or had previously shown to the world. He needed to find a lab - and maybe a new team. But then, maybe he could figure out the rest himself this time. Apart from the weapons tech the rest were superfluous and unnecessary at this time and place. What he had right now? Maybe it would be enough to convince Peter Parker... The only thing that concerns him for the show is the lack of damage without any drones.]

Good. I will be there soon.

[ This is probably a bad idea. But what other option does he have? Beck can fake just about anything he wants on video. Reality is something different. If Peter's senses are functioning properly. If Beck doesn't try something unexpected. ]

Cool. See you later.

[ And with that he's gonna just turn off the feed. ]

[Making his way to Nova City, Beck went over and over the possibilities in his head. The pros and cons of working with Spider-Man and trying to recapture the partnership they'd briefly had. He had to admit there may be more pros yet part of him was irritated at Peter potentially taking the status he wanted, of the greatest superhero in the world. The fact they'd listen to a teenager over him... Peter had potential and skill and he had to not underestimate him for being a kid - he had the naivete of youth but he was still clever. And super-powered. Unlike Beck, who only had his mind and his tech. But then so did Tony Stark and look all he had done, for better or for worse. Just thinking about Tony soured Beck's mood but he shook it off as he spied Peter in the distance. Right. Show time. Peter wanted to see his 'real' powers, then he'd do his best - under these reduced circumstances. You didn't work with tech for Stark Industries without picking up a few things and Beck had certainly taken advantage of it. His suit had been augmented and did have some properties he'd adapted for his own needs. So he arrived gliding in, bowl-like helmet disguising his face but making him instantly recognizable. He couldn't do proper flying but Peter couldn't dispute that he was above the ground. Not nearly as flashy or impressive as usual but to some it might seem like magic.]

Peter...

[As he landed and approached, the helmet retreated much like an Iron Man suit, - or merely an illusion - and he held out a welcoming hand. Just like old times.]

I'm here and glad to see you ... intact and well.

[ As promised, Peter is here. Leaning up against a building, looking down at the comm that had been in a pod. There's a lot to absorb today - a hell of a lot. If Gwen weren't here helping him out, he's honestly not sure what he'd do. Especially with freaking Mysterio here ...

He looks up as soon as Beck gets close enough to be seen. Watching him keenly, trying to keep his spider senses on edge so that he can see through whatever illusion Mysterio's got cooked up. If it's an illusion. And if Beck is what he says he is ... god, he can't even let himself hope for that. It's going to hurt too much if he's wrong.

So he doesn't take Beck's hand. He does take a few steps away from the wall, just kind of watching him. Despite everything Beck threw at him, he's in incredibly good shape. The only indication of everything that's happened over the last few weeks is a slight limp in his right leg, where even his healing factor couldn't completely undo the damage done by a speeding train. ]

Are you? Are you really?

[He can't fault Peter for not taking the offered hand. Caution was a smart move here - for both of them. He lets his hand drop to his side but he affects a genuinely sympathetic air and a softer tone.]

I like you, Peter.

[Even when I'm trying to kill you.]

You're an admirable kid, always doing the right thing.

Now what can I do to ease your mind?

[ Peter shoves his hands into his pocket, still looking Beck up and down. What does he want to see? What would prove it? The gliding is ... unsettling already. He's pretty sure Beck shouldn't be able to do that period. But he'd seen a lot when he'd been in the thick of one of Beck's holograms. Even the gliding could be faked if none of what he's looking at is real. ]

You've got powers right? Magic, lasers, whatever.

Of course. You've seen what I can do.

[Whether fake or not.]

But do you really want me to display firepower and lasers here, where people could get hurt?

[He may have a point even if it's an excuse, appealing to Peter's heroic sense of keeping people safe as a priority.]

[ That. Is a very good point. It's a great point, actually, and he winces a little. There's no way he can do that in good conscience.

So time for a much stupider plan. ]

Then hit me. Do some damage. You do that and I'll trust you.

You want me to hit you?

[He sounds incredulous.]

Look, I'm not your enemy, Peter. I don't want people to think I'm attacking you.

[He's seeing that more as a set-up than a test.]

Then we can go somewhere private, whatever. And you know I'm gonna heal.

[ His tone is nearly pleading. He would like very much for Beck's story to be true, but... ]

[He hears the tone. More than sympathy it evokes a feeling that he could be on the right track to getting back into Peter's good graces and trust. He has to be agreeable - for now. So he nods.]

Alright. There must be a quiet street nearby, away from any passersby.

[He glances around at any alleys branching off from the main.]

Maybe over there. Let's go.

[And he begins walking toward one, glancing back to make sure Peter is following.]

[ Beck does have a chance here. A genuine one, as much as it pains Peter to even consider it. But walking around with Gwen all day has made it that much easier to believe that it's possible that Beck could be telling the truth.

He's also reasonably certain that walking into a deserted alleyway with Mysterio and giving the dude a free punch is the worst idea he's ever had. But he follows, anyway, standing between Beck and the exit back out onto the street. ]

All right. I think this is deserted enough.

[Turning around with Peter blocking the way, Beck can't help but feel a little trapped. He could do illusions here, show Peter something amazing on a smaller scale - but it wouldn't touch him. And that was a problem. Peter wanted to feel it. Hmmm...]

Okay. You ready?

[Without truly waiting for an answer, Mysterio lets the helmet cover his face again and he puts his hands out. Green smoke forms around his hands, along with the triangular symbols with their all seeing eyes. He sends the burst of green smoke toward Peter, along with a beam of light; lasers that should knock any creature with a stunning blow... In theory. But without the weapons tech, they harmlessly pass through and hazily waft around Peter for a moment before dissipating.]

[ It's an impressive show. So impressive that Peter flinches, despite his senses staying silent the whole time. At the end of the day he's still afraid of the man, afraid of his own mortality. He'd said he wanted to stay out of heroing because he wanted to have a normal life, and that was true. But it's also true that he'd wanted that normal life all the more desperately because he'd lost his own life, even temporarily.

But it doesn't touch him. The smoke goes past him, the illusion goes through him. And that ... that's almost worse than getting hit. ]

Mysterio.

[ He's so sad about being right. ]

[The helmet retreats and Beck shrugs, giving a lopsided grin.]

Maybe my powers just don't work here...

[But he knows the game really is up. The only power he has left is some smooth talking and a little charm.]

Listen, Peter. This is a chance. A chance to start again. Don't you see it? Why else would I be here? Why would you be here? We arrived within a day of each other and there has to be a reason.

[ Yeah, no. Don't even try that angle. That option is dead. But convincing Peter to give him a chance ... that might have traction. The pain in his eyes is testament to that. ]

What kind of chance? What are you gonna do with it, huh? Make up more threats and act like a hero?

No threats but I am a hero. That's how I came in here, people believe me and you will not be ruining that for me this time.

[Maybe a little bit of a threat. Whoops. But he takes a deep breath and continues.]

I don't want to hurt you, Peter.

Sure sounded like a threat to me.

[ Yeah, he heard that tone. His jaw sets stubbornly. ]

If you didn't want to hurt me, why'd you ruin my life?

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