Peter never paused in his antics, twirling around in the same spot, his eyes trained with high focus on the floor.
“Shh. I have to concentrate.”
“Peter Benjamin Parker you did not just tell me to shh.”
Peter groaned dramatically, and didn’t need to see you to know that you had your arms crossed, a hip jutted out as you tapped your fingers against your left bicep.
“I’m trying to see…” He started, twisting faster and faster until you had a hard time keeping track of the red and blue blur in front of you. “…Just how much my body can take without emesis while undergoing massive spouts of vertigo due to the DNA change.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “I’m seeing how my super spidey powers handle dizziness.”
“Well why didn’t you say that in the first place?” You said, mumbling under your breath about arrogant know it all admittedly hot spider mutants.
“I did,” He replied simply. You were about to go over and see how much his ‘spidey powers’ could handle a punch to his stomach but his voice interrupted you again.
The blur came to a sudden stop. Peter blinked, once. Twice.
Then abruptly doubled over.
“Doesn’t work, doesn’t work!” He groaned, eyes fluttering as he woozily stumbled and almost slammed himself into a wall.
“Well what did you expect?”
A chair crashed to the floor.
You shook your head and walked over, just in time for the brunette to slump forward, right onto your shoulder. You grunted slightly, trying to shift his weight, his soft curls brushing your ear.
“Peter,” You huffed in irritation. Peter made a noise, kissing right below your ear as a mumbled apology was pressed into your skin.
Your lip unintentionally twitched upwards even as you sighed.
“We are all living the same way, the same way We are escaping the same way, the same way Circling We are a part of the same play, the same play We think we’re making our own way, our own way Circling You don’t have to hold your head up high Round and round I won’t run away this time Till you show me what this life is for.”
Klaus is almost ready to break his curse, but he refuses to do so without Katerina finally doing her part. She has managed to elude him so far with the help of various allies, but the latest distraction proves to be far more interesting to Klaus.
“Funny,” Klaus noted with a smirk. “Katerina usually prefers to employ male cannon fodder.”
The little blonde merely stood before him, unafraid. She didn’t even bother to reply. Her head canted to the side as she watched the Original draw closer to the door of his hotel room, where she had been waiting.
It was something of a game for Klaus in his hunt to break the curse restraining his wolf, to allow Katerina Petrova’s various pets enough of a fight to be fun for him. The werewolf from whom she had stolen the moonstone lacked the strategy of battle; the vampire brothers she bounced between were too busy competing for her favor to put up a decent showing. Even Elijah was easily a pawn to the wily doppelganger, though at least daggering him was an actual challenge.
This girl, however, smelled young. Klaus couldn’t sense any power, as he could on a vampire, wolf, or witch. Humans were often too stupid to realize the danger he posed, but they could still feel a frisson of unease in his sheer presence. She seemed almost serene.