Going Down, Down, Down.
Peter slipped Wade through the window he pointed out first. But the prickly feeling only subsided when his own feet touched the marbled floors. Even then it was still there under the surface, just lessened.
“Okay so. We need to get to the headquarters,” Peter spoke his thoughts aloud and with a certain level of detachment. He had taken a few more steps into the dinning room, and got a good eyeful of the space.
Boy was there a lot of it.
He was halfway into the room before he got ahold of himself, and planted both feet firmly onto the ground. Peter didn't let himself finish his half spin, and he didn't check Wade to see if he noticed.
The light from the world around them hardly reached the room. It was washed only in the faintest glow of orange. Even dimmed it still looked a hundred times better than anything Peter had been in or would be in ever again. Lighting that spilled in from buildings above them hit the finely polished floors, and projected up again. The Table barely took up a fraction of the room, but it was probably longer than his childhood home had been tall. Circular tables lined the four walls, embodying grandeur with their silk coverings and silverware, and if Peter was jealous it was only because he had never seen something like it.
Everything was spotless, and while Peter knew better, it all looked untouched. Maybe a little eerie too, but only in the way all dark empty rooms did.
((Hacker voice.))
[[We’re in…]]
“...And entire gaming rooms, and an armoury, and a pooool. But all you want to see are some work cubicles?” Peter had just clued into Wade's spew, as he came to the end. He complained as if it would get him his way, and as if it had never not worked before.
((He must of hand a real easy life.))
[[Sarcastic voice.]]
((You can't just take my bit!))
[[it's free domain now, under the fair-use clause. So I'll take whatever I damn well please.]]
((SpIdeeeerrRrr!!!))
“Red, be nice. Blue, share. Wade, I'm actually more fun than a post, if you'd believe it. But I want to go see Jarvis, so the other avengers won't see me.” Peter recited, he was already heading for the closest elevator. Which left Wade to follow behind him.
“Oh, right.” Wade glanced back the way they had come, then jogged up to the elevator beside him. “Ever the mysterious one,” he teased, and leaned towards Peter to bump shoulders.
Peter leaned away from wade, and watched his movements like a spider hawk. Wade recovered by leaning the extra way to press the down button on the elevator. His movements were smooth enough that it seemed intensional.
Like a freaking goof for brains Peter hadn’t pressed the damn thing himself. He glared down at the traitorous button.
He was ‘content’ to just leave the scoreboard as it was;
Wilson: ||||
Parker: ||
“And I thought I brought a whole new meaning to blind dates, but baby boy you take the cake.” Wade stated, and watched the white numbering light up and count down to their floor. Peter was gawking at Wade, as his characteristic grin formed across his face.
The boxes had stopped bickering, and a beat of heavy quiet filled the hallway.
The ping of the elevator obliterated it, and like a veil being lifted Peter opened his big stupid mouth.
“Well you're sure one to talk! You're always whining!” Peter defended. He was glad for the mask because it hid the un-characteristic shade of red his cheeks and ears turned. Or as un-characterist the same shade of red as his visors could get for him.
“S’not how I meant it. But now you're having a tantrum,” Wade clarified defensively. He pressed the 31st button, then pressed three more just for the hell of it. Peter slapped his hand away before he could get to the forth.
“Am not!” Peter fussed. Just as Wade reached out to the panel for the second time Peter flicked Wade's finger and smirked. Wade cradled it to his chest, and pouted out his bottom lip.
The next two floors came and went one after the other, the Boys didn't pause in their banter long enough to notice the doors open and close.
“You so are!” Like a switch being flicked or a button being pressed, a determined look overtook Wade’s face. Wade side stepped Peter and then faced him, which put his back to the panel. Peter lunged for the hand but it smacked down before he could snatch it. Four extra floors were added to their cache.
One extra point was added to to Wade's scoreboard.
A forth ping came from the elevator, but Peter didn't look away from Wade. He just glared harder as they came and went, with all the vengeance of a woman scorned. Wade beamed down at him, equal waves of pride and amusement rolled off of him.
At least they were halfway to their destination, despite Wade’s best efforts. Not that it did Peter a lick of good now.
[[End me.]]
((The fu… Are we supposed to tell you to stop bickering now??))
“We are not bickering,” Peter grumbled. Wade tried to hold back giggles, while Peter tried to push the lug into the opposite corner of the elevator. That struggle alone took them through two more floors.
“I for one say we are,” Wade sung back, but at least he stayed put. Good thing too, because the next step for Peter was to web him to the wall, facing the corner.
[[We could have started with that step.]]
“Well you for one are wrong.” Peter quipped.
((What's the fun in that?))
Finally – and only because Peter kept close watch of the nuisance in the room- the elevator doors opened to headquarters. Peter tossed his head back and stuck his tongue out at Wade. Wade pulled his eye lid downwards, with a finger and stuck his tongue out right back.
[[Can he read our—]]
((Mind?!))
[[Features you dolt.]]
The thought made Peter feel less anxious then he expected it would.
He had hardly taken a step into the lobby before they were ambushed.
“Mr. Wilson, welcome home. I see you have brought an unauthorized guest.”
It was sort of eerie how Peter couldn't actually pinpoint the voice, and it threw his senses for a loop. But that didn't matter, this was the world renown J.A.R.V.I.S for goodness sakes. It even came equipped with the charming English accent and everything!
“Hey Jarvis you ready to go on a date with me? Because your about to be turned off sooo good, you'll never want to go on another one again.” Peter blurted, and didn't even try to keep himself from bouncing on the spot. His hands were balled in excited little fists in front of his chin, and were shaking.
“I like your level of self esteem there."
Peter blinked back at Wade, he had almost forgotten that he was even there. Mostly because Wade hadn’t tried his darnedest to mess with him, and had been quiet. Peter grinned.
And it was off to the races.