[ he hears the of course, the reassurance lurking in between the words, saturating the beats of silence — but the thing is, he doesn't need to hear them to believe. somehow, trusting Peter with his life has become just as easy, just as effortless, just as natural as trusting Scott has always been.
he gives the rope a few experimental tugs, as though to see whether it'll hold; once he's satisfied it does, he grins back. ]
Yeah, yeah. I watch out for ghost girls, you watch out for Kryptonite, got it.
[ as Peter starts to lower himself down the well, he can hear a solemn narration accompanying him: ]
Well, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Team PS: their half-hour mission, to explore strange new places, to seek out possible anti-matter in water, to boldly go where no man (hopefully) has gone before!
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he gives the rope a few experimental tugs, as though to see whether it'll hold; once he's satisfied it does, he grins back. ]
Yeah, yeah. I watch out for ghost girls, you watch out for Kryptonite, got it.
[ as Peter starts to lower himself down the well, he can hear a solemn narration accompanying him: ]
Well, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Team PS: their half-hour mission, to explore strange new places, to seek out possible anti-matter in water, to boldly go where no man (hopefully) has gone before!
[ he even hums the star trek theme..... ]