[Yeah no. No, that doesn't look right. That really, really doesn't look right. There are no teeth, there are no white eyes, so Peter doesn't panic. Yet. But the black tar makes him feel like there's a black pit in his gut and an old and now-unfamiliar panic clutches his heart.]
[When Eddie's movements start to look unnatural, like he's being puppeted by something else, that's when the internal screaming starts.]
[They make quick work of the thugs. Eddie does well for someone who can't fully power up and Peter's now got incentive to wrap this up quickly before any heads get eaten. Peter keeps glancing over at Eddie as he fights, his expression getting grimmer with every oozy move.]
[The last thug falls.]
[Peter offers a few quiet words to the kid with the puppy. Whatever he says is too quiet for Eddie to hear and the boy nods his head like he's been told to do something very important for his safety, and runs off before Eddie even has a chance to talk to him.]
[Then he turns, suddenly, expression brimming with tension and maybe a little panic, points a hand at Eddie, pressing his two middle fingers against his palm. Thwip goes a line of webbing, splatting Eddie on the chest. Thwip, goes another line of webbing from his other hand, connecting to a building somewhere above.]
[Spidey zips up, sproing, Eddie is yanked behind him, sproing. Peter spots a building with a clock tower and whips Eddie up there on a roof just a bit below it.]
[Clocktower being nearby is good. Potential source of sonics.]
[He lands in a crouch, looking like he's ready for a fight.]
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[When Eddie's movements start to look unnatural, like he's being puppeted by something else, that's when the internal screaming starts.]
[They make quick work of the thugs. Eddie does well for someone who can't fully power up and Peter's now got incentive to wrap this up quickly
before any heads get eaten.Peter keeps glancing over at Eddie as he fights, his expression getting grimmer with every oozy move.][The last thug falls.]
[Peter offers a few quiet words to the kid with the puppy. Whatever he says is too quiet for Eddie to hear and the boy nods his head like he's been told to do something very important for his safety, and runs off before Eddie even has a chance to talk to him.]
[Then he turns, suddenly, expression brimming with tension and maybe a little panic, points a hand at Eddie, pressing his two middle fingers against his palm. Thwip goes a line of webbing, splatting Eddie on the chest. Thwip, goes another line of webbing from his other hand, connecting to a building somewhere above.]
[Spidey zips up, sproing, Eddie is yanked behind him, sproing. Peter spots a building with a clock tower and whips Eddie up there on a roof just a bit below it.]
[Clocktower being nearby is good. Potential source of sonics.]
[He lands in a crouch, looking like he's ready for a fight.]
What is it? That black stuff? What is it?
[His eyes narrow.]
It's him, isn't it?!