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[Even though he had been shown how to use the console in his suite close to 5 times now, Kaine still finds himself fiddling with it when the feed turns on. There was a reason why, after buying him a laptop (with Kaine's money) and multiple attempts at teaching him how to use it, his friend Wally just accepted the 3 AM visits whenever Kaine needed to run a simple Google search. But the clone was desperate, and now here he is.

How desperate, you ask? Well, he's currently wearing an over-sized, tacky "I <3 NY" souvenir t-shirt and an expression that's a cross between a pout and a scowl.] Where can I buy a normal shirt? I'm down to this one and there's no way in hell I'm wearing it again. [A pause.] For the record, by "normal shirt" I mean a t-shirt or something along those lines. I'll take a jacket at this point too.

[He shifts in his seat, discomfort pouring out of him as he tugs at the hem of his comically large shirt. He hates asking for assistance, but he's been searching for something for a couple days now and keeps coming up empty.

His face turns to a scowl again when he adds:] And to the person who took my good shirt--you know who you are--I want it back. Take this one.

[He pauses after that, as there's something else he wants to say, but doesn't actually want to say it. The thought of asking it causes him to grit his teeth, and the beginning of it comes out like a growl.] I'm also looking for a job. Something like a bouncer or a bodyguard... [Glances down at something off camera.] I'm, uh, good with my hands, and not that it matters here but I'm fluent in four languages.

[With that, he's officially gone past his comfort zone and he attempts to quickly turn the damn thing off--key word being attempts. He lets out a slew of curses, and right before he finally manages to turn it off, he can be seen depositing some juulan into a large, clear container labeled "Swear Jar" already a quarter full just before the screen finally goes black.]

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Side Effects? Eating people? What the hell are you going on about?

[Nope, no side effects. If anything, it's made him a better person.]

Look, I just-- This is important. [He needs to be absolutely sure…]

Does the suit ever feel like, like alive? Almost sentient?

It's not a symbiote if that's what you're getting at.

[He lets out a small breath, but the tension in his shoulders doesn't completely vanish.]

And yet it can translate your brain waves into actions. Repairing itself-- Can it protect you from like, bullets?

No, I've trained myself to not get shot. [...Though he's totally been shot in that thing.]

It's just... tech. Science shit Parker built at his nerd lab for some reason or another.

[Peter may or may not have started to lean forward slightly and now he's finally rolling back to sit on his haunches. Okay. So it's not a shield...]

And it doesn't heal you. It heals itself, and not you.

[He'd show you his scars, but the Other took away all of them, and he surprisingly didn't get anything prominent fighting Wolverine, the X-Men, or the Assassins Guild.] Yeah. I wish the damn thing had a barrier.

Maybe Parker just got tired of sewing? Who knows.

[He looks thoughtful again, finally dropping down to sit on his butt.]

… Okay. Good. Good. [One horrible possibility eliminated.]

[You are such a weirdo.] Rest of the suit's behind the couch.

[And this is a bad thing?]

Um... I think I'm good with just the mask for now. [It's a Just In Case measure, for if things take an uglier turn.]

[Mumbles.] Unstable molecules. The suit's made of unstable molecules. [He likes to pretend he knows nothing about science. Why must you remind him otherwise, Peter?]

So... stop acting like it's going to turn into Carnage, all right?

[Peter blinks first. And then slowly... slooooowly... a huge grin spreads across his face.]

Unstable molecules. That does change things.

[Wait--] "Carnage"?

[That's pretty much the only concession he's giving you. After what he did to Ben the last time he saw him, he swore of science for good.]

Yeah. Venom's offspring or something? Bonded to that psycho Cletus Kasady? [Who shouldn't be a problem anymore...]

[Peter was about to dive back into happy nerding mode, but- That catches him by surprise.]

Venom... had offspring?? How did it- Who's Cletus Kasady??

...I think our universes are diverging again.

Several if I remember correctly... It was before I got back to New York so I've only ever crossed paths with Kasady.

Cletus Kasady... is a sick son of a bitch who lives up to the name Carnage. [Looks away from Peter so he can't see him go a little green in the face. He's thinking of the people Kasady killed again.] But he shouldn't be bothering anyone anymore.

Jar. [The word comes out of him absently, his thoughts more on the whole Carnage thing.]

That's... different. [He doesn't know what else to say about it. He looks down at the mask in his hands, idly fiddling with it.] I'm glad he's not an issue anymore.

[He'll do it later.]

Who was bonded to your version of Carnage?

Uhh... It's- It's a long, complicated story. [So brace yourself, Kaine. Peter takes a deep breath.]

See, Dr. Connors - Curt Connors, if you have one of those - I gave him permission to do some tests with a sample of my blood. So he did, and- he made this... thing. This blood-red gooey thing that just went around sucking the life force out of people to survive. We never really gave it a name or anything, but with what it did? I guess Carnage would've been the most appropriate.

...You... gave... the lizard... your... irradiated blood. [He knows he's an idiot, but seriously??]

[Cue Peter waving his hands frantically in front of him.] He hadn't been the Lizard in a long time! And he-- He was the only person I could go to when I needed, y'know, medical attention. I didn't give him my blood, I'd kinda just bled all over his lab when he was helping me...

[..Wait--] "Irradiated"?? My blood's not irradiated.

Forgive me if I don't trust a man who killed his own kid. [Fucking Kraven's.]

Yes. It is. Radioactive spider bite.

He didn't kill his kid in my world. He actually- I think he left them to keep them safe. [But anyway.]

The spider that bit me wasn't-- It wasn't radioactive. It'd been genetically altered at Oscorp.

What?

What?

Norman Osborn may have fucked up everything in your life back home, but the one thing he didn't do was give you your powers.

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