Silence fills the room and Peter simply stares at the man, is focused on his posture, the way he presents himself. It’s all confidence and calm, is the exact opposite of how he feels and he knows it’s because his face is exposed.He feels vulnerable without the mask on, a sensation that leaves him on edge far more then he’d like.

“Ky’lar.” Peter repeats the name, like he’s trying to commit it to memory, as if it would stir up some kind of recognition. “What do you want?” His shoulders drop, posture easing up. As uncomfortable as the situation is, Peter tries to remember that suit or not he is still Spider-Man.

_{“A hundred pound bag of hundred dollar bills,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm for those few moments. Of course, if Ky admitted the truth out-right, things would have gone much easier, but that wasn’t in his play book for the time being.}

_{“Among other things,” he continued on, “I have always been fascinated by people who hide behind masks…. and a suit.” Not that it mattered to Ky what Peter did in his spare time, but he still was quite frankly amused by it. “Having both on can hide emotions and all anyone will ever see is a symbol – or even a name of sorts.”}

_{“As for what I want?” He bit his lower lip for a few moments. “I need access to somewhere only a spider can get into. After-all, that’s what you are, right? A human spider… thing.”}