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[savesthedance]

[Guess i should know, if I'm a member.

That takes Steve by surprise, of course. Did that mean this kid was from their world, or an alternate version of their world? Because he didn't have the slightest idea who this kid was, and how he was part of the Avengers. But considering Peter asked for information about the Avengers, he's guessing Peter isn't entirely sure, either.]

It's a team. A team of heroes meant to protect the Earth. Or Somarium, if you will. [Because they still did everything they could to protect this place, as did so many other heroes here.]

[peterparker]

[Peter stares a moment, then slowly smirks... then actually starts to laugh. Not a mean laugh, he's not mocking him or anything, but... 'A Team of Heroes, meant to protect the earth'? That was so cheesy, it could have come right out of a comic book.

So Captain America had to be the real deal. Pretty cool then... huh.]

Welp, sign me up then. You can put it under the name 'Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.'

[Peter clicks his tongue, winks and offers a playful salute.]

[savesthedance]

[Steve tilts his head to the side, pausing briefly again.

Considering everything, he couldn't say no. Not that he would have. Given all the other teen heroes he worked with, it would be wrong to say no to Peter. And Peter seemed older than most of the others, anyway.

So Peter gets a smirk in response, and Steve nods.]

Fair enough, but only if you agree to work with me for a while. I'd like to get to see you in action a bit, first. Plus it's my head that's on the line when it comes to most of the heroes here. I need to know if I can trust you, and the best way to learn that is finding out firsthand.

[peterparker]

[Please Hold. Peter's Internal Fanboying is going to need just a moment to fan itself after hugging its mental pillow and sighing like a girl. Captain America... wants to work with him?

The biggest, best, most famous hero, the guy in the suit from the comics, the real, live war vet wanted to work with seventeen-year-old, skinny, geeky Peter Parker?

Well, no, he wanted to work with Spider-man, obviously. But, yanno, still. Same thing, mostly.

Taking a breath and a moment to reply, Peter's face might belay some of his unabashed thrill at the idea, even as he quips,]

Well, sure. But only if you think you can keep up with me, old guy. I don't want you breakin' anything, now...

And you can trust me.

[He nods, a little more serious there.]

One-hundred and ten percent.

[savesthedance]

[It's not a look Steve's unfamiliar with, and he smirks at the response.]

I'm not the one who needs to worry about keeping up, son.

[But he nods. The boy seems sincere and honest. He still had to be a little hesitant, but he found he hardly was. There was something about Peter he trusted. He'd see what happened, he supposed.]

[peterparker]

[That earns a little bit of a laugh, but he's not backing down to that. He has sass, goodsir, and he's glad to see you do, too.]

Says the guy who can't even fly! Let me know if you need to hitch a ride; you can have shotgun.

[Happy with this arrangement? Yeah, just a little.

...Not the carrying you part though, Steve. You look kind of bulky. All dem muscles. You can probably just buy a car or something.]

[savesthedance]

[Steve chuckles in return.]

Are you saying you can fly?

[He'll have you know, just because he can't fly doesn't mean he can't keep up. His super solider awesomeness made him pretty darn fast on his feet.]

[peterparker]

Something like that. [He smiles, winks, then nods.] If you're lucky, I'll show you how it's done!

Catch you later, Cap.

[And with that, he's off.]