[Dreams can be fickle things. For one Spider-Person, let's say a Spider-Man, he might find himself with no suit in a harrowing situation and having to compromise his identity to save some dream people. For another Spider-Person, for example a Spider-Woman, she might find that she's fully suited up and therefore instantly on alert mode when she realizes she's ascending into the air in a way that uniquely disagrees with her.
And maybe they both have no problem with heights in general. And maybe they both have an inclination to help dream people, whether or not they actually exist, because seeing someone, anyone in danger is enough.
Spider-Woman could be contemplating this right now, if she didn't just come to unconsciousness in a ferris wheel of death, have her Spider Sense go haywire instantly, and then immediately notice Miles of all people helping place someone down safely. She watches him for a moment from her own car, eyes squinting after him behind the mask. The picture of incredulity. You go through one trip across the multiverse and suddenly your stress dreams are projecting on you times two. It's very rude.
Incoming Spider-Woman, pardon her. She uses her own web shooters off the cars of the rogue park ride to pull herself down to safety beside her, uh, friend. Yeah, we can go with friend.]
Are you taking constructive criticism? 'Cause my subconscious should not have to remind you the mask isn't optional when you're swinging.
[A beat. Long enough for her to take off her own mask to reveal Gwen beneath, 'cause it doesn't actually matter, it is in fact a dream, and she's doing that... thing she does again.]
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And maybe they both have no problem with heights in general. And maybe they both have an inclination to help dream people, whether or not they actually exist, because seeing someone, anyone in danger is enough.
Spider-Woman could be contemplating this right now, if she didn't just come to unconsciousness in a ferris wheel of death, have her Spider Sense go haywire instantly, and then immediately notice Miles of all people helping place someone down safely. She watches him for a moment from her own car, eyes squinting after him behind the mask. The picture of incredulity. You go through one trip across the multiverse and suddenly your stress dreams are projecting on you times two. It's very rude.
Incoming Spider-Woman, pardon her. She uses her own web shooters off the cars of the rogue park ride to pull herself down to safety beside her, uh, friend. Yeah, we can go with friend.]
Are you taking constructive criticism? 'Cause my subconscious should not have to remind you the mask isn't optional when you're swinging.
[A beat. Long enough for her to take off her own mask to reveal Gwen beneath, 'cause it doesn't actually matter, it is in fact a dream, and she's doing that... thing she does again.]
Uh... hi. Also. Again.