We’re Not Invincible
Ow, Peter thought, struggling to make his way up the sheer face of the building, all the while ignore the bleeding cut on his side. The last time I snuck in like this was the night Ned found out. He was trying to distract himself in any way he could, so that he wouldn’t fall of the building, or something. He didn’t actually know if that would be possible.
“Karen, would it be possible for me to fall off the building?” he asked, though he was afraid of the answer.
“In your current state, you are not likely to fall off the building,” she replied in that crisp robot voice she had.
Peter couldn’t suppress the eye roll. ‘Not likely’ was not the answer he had been hoping for. “Thanks, Karen,” he said dryly.