[ The feast proved appetizing enough to distract Peter from the fact that he was in some strange world while back home, Aunt May was all alone. It was a bit more than a normal fifteen year old had to deal with, even one who had superpowers, but at least he wasn't thinking about that now. No, he was focused on not faceplanting ungracefully because of fairy tricks.
He had been trying walk his way down to a seat with a plate laden with food, when one of the mischievous creatures tried to slip him up by spilling water at his feet. The result? Peter's feet slipped under him, with his plate flying high into the air, but there were pluses to having the reflexes of a spider: he twisted his body in a prodigious display of acrobatics, righting himself. From there, he caught his plate as it came down, and he quickly collected his falling pieces of fruit and such into a piled mess on his plate. It wasn't exactly a natural display, and he was a little surprised with himself.
With a free hand, he nervously adjusted his glasses and then settled over on the floor, not too far off from Johnny. It was funny how such a strange surrounding could drain young Spider-Man's confidence. ]
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He had been trying walk his way down to a seat with a plate laden with food, when one of the mischievous creatures tried to slip him up by spilling water at his feet. The result? Peter's feet slipped under him, with his plate flying high into the air, but there were pluses to having the reflexes of a spider: he twisted his body in a prodigious display of acrobatics, righting himself. From there, he caught his plate as it came down, and he quickly collected his falling pieces of fruit and such into a piled mess on his plate. It wasn't exactly a natural display, and he was a little surprised with himself.
With a free hand, he nervously adjusted his glasses and then settled over on the floor, not too far off from Johnny. It was funny how such a strange surrounding could drain young Spider-Man's confidence. ]