( the easy trust seems to be a two-way street. the risks of being dunked in an anti-matter contaminated well are ... well they're pretty lengthy, even if you're part spider. Peter still has no fear putting his life in the hands of his friend. somewhere along the line that uncertainty had faded. there were two people he could trust unconditionally in Audentes, and Stiles was probably the only one that had earned it.

his laugh at the narration echoes up the stone as he holds onto the rope and tries to hold still as possible, to make lowering him easier. he should have insisted on crawling down the wall, he thinks; he can't be light, even with the winch supporting some of his weight. )

Seriously though, I hope nobody has gone here before. All my jokes about ghost girls aside, I'd really rather not meet one. ( his voice gets farther and farther as he gets deeper and deeper, until he has to cup his hands by his mouth to shout up. hopefully Stiles can still hear him. ) Okay, slow! Gonna crawl down the rest, just a few feet. ( he twisted until he could get a grip on the wall, before slithering down it like the spider he was. the brick was damp and admittedly, his grip was uncertain. he was pretty glad for the back-up plan. he tugs a glove on with his teeth before cautiously collecting his sample, making sure to toss it in a bag for good measure to keep any contamination from reaching anyone else. ) I got it, Stiles! ( he was officially ready for liftoff. )