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WHO: Peter & York
WHERE: York's factory
WHAT: Peter's out exploring because why not and meets up with York
WHEN: mid-late April-ish
WARNINGS: idk, I'll update later. Probably poor coping skills though.

What started out as A day, turned into A week which had morphed into A month and now Peter was just tired and spent and he just needs a moment to himself. He's ventured pretty far south from where he usually hangs out and finds his way to a factory and just starts to climb the wall.

He climbs into the corner and tries not to think too hard about how much better he feels having just crawled into a dark corner. Maybe the mutation made him more spider-like then he really thought it did.

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"Don't be sorry, you didn't do it," and York immediately wishes he hadn't snapped that out. Peter was being nice for fuck's sake. From where he's seated, York reaches over to pick up his kit. He's about to offer it Peter to look at - he'd probably he fascinated by the thirium blood packets - until that new info is dropped.

York just stares at him for a few seconds. "Wait what. Genetic mutation in you with spider genes? How… that's a thing? Possible?"

"Well no but I just.." Peter starts awkwardly, tapping his finger tips together to expel some anxiety. "I couldn't imagine what that must have been like..." He sucks in a breath and jumps on the subject change. Something he knows much better.

"Apparently because I sure did get spider powers from a radioactive spider bite. But it's got it got it's advantages- I no longer have crippling asthma and I don't sick like once a month. It's been almost a whole year since I've been in the ER."

There's a medium to high chance he's making this guy nervous. It's evident in the soft tapping of fingers against fabric and it's not coming from York. Maybe this guy is just... awkward? The android feels similar, but from biting back sharply at Peter when he didn't deserve it.

"Right, forgot health problems are a thing for humans like that," and he's nodding in understanding. "That's a bit of good luck for you. What sort of powers did it give you? I bet they're handy as fuck aren't they?" The sound of fabric drags against the ground when the android shifts to look more at Peter despite the horrid lighting for it.

Don't take it personally. Most things make Peter nervous. It comes with years of trauma and anxiety. it results in a lot of awkwardness.

"I guess..." Peter shrugs. "I mean, don't get me wrong I'm glad May doesn't have to worry about my medical bills anymore but... it really kinda sucked when it first happened. I didn't know what was going on and I was mad all the time and I said some.. really mean things to someone and..." He stops and lets out a breath.

"Anyways... I can basically stick to any surface and I'm really strong."

Medical in general had to suck for humans. Androids could go find a repair shop for cheap, or go find a Stark android for the help. Humans had to rely on other humans that worked on emotion and greed in favor of themselves instead of the patient.

"That sounds hella cool at least. The sticking and strong part. Not the... saying mean things. I guess." York was mean three-quarters of the time so he didn't relate.

York reached out towards Peter, but more so the other teenager could see his arm. The skin seemed to melt away, leaving a white human-shaped shell in it's wake. "Don't touch. But you can look."

The android's free hand lifted to press at the panels, revealing a seam that opened with a soft mechanical whirr. Inside was a network of cables and valves and other mechanics that moved his hardware. There was a blue glow from some of the clear tubes where his thirium pumped through.

"It's no sticking to any surface, but I have a feeling you won't find another android like me in this city."

"Yeah..." Peter nods, thinking about all the things he does as Spider-Man, how many people people he's helped. "It is pretty cool." He agrees.

And then York shows him his arm and Peter's eyes light up in pure excitement. "That's badass." Peter says, watching the tubes but not touching as York asked. He can't help but wonder if he'd be able to help him if he got in trouble. That blue stuff looks pretty important.

"So... and if you don't want to answer you don't have to-" he starts. "-but are you gonna be okay if you get hurt? Not that, that's gonna happen but.. I mean, I'm just worried."

York moved his fingers in a grabbing motion, allowing Peter to watch things move within to give the android that motion. It would be badass if no other androids from his world were brought here.

He makes a face at the question. "I've... been looking for parts. But they're very small, very fine, that I don't think I could make any from scrap if I tried. I have packs of thirium - err, blue blood is another name for it - if I lose any and some other small things in case of a small injury."

Teal eyes looked to ... brown, he was guessing. "But if I get really hurt, I'm fucked."

He was fascinated, watching the miniscule movements and how each wire seemed to respond. His over analytical brain already trying to piece together how it works-what exactly the thirium is for and what it's composed of. His thoughts are cut short though at that very alarming revelation.

"that's not-I mean maybe it's not as bleak as that? maybe there's someone that could help? I'd offer but I'm in high school and I don't think I'm qualified-although maybe if I downloaded the engineering datapoint thing? We could figure something out."

It all moved so smoothly, like the well oiled machine York was. "It is kind of that bleak. There's no dancing around it, Peter. Our vital spots are different but we have them like humans. I've watched other androids be gunned down for not complying when humans raided our home."

He wouldn't forget that night. The night right before being brought here. Weapons aimed right for the head, synthetic bodies dropping to the metal floor. His fingers clenched into a fist as he thought about it. "But if you want to try and help, I won't stop you. I spoke with someone else who thinks she might be able to help get thirium from a replicator. I don't know if the Agrii would understand if I asked for it from the supplies box."

His unopened arm moved, and picked up his aid kit to open. Peter would find a packet of thirium handed to him. "This is thirium. It's blood for androids from my world. It carries information about the android and sends it through the system so it does what it's programmed to do."

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