This conversation was dragging on too long and Peter was starting really wishing he understood the situation more. He’s careful of where he moves his arms, doesn’t want to cross them over his chest despite feeling like he needed to. Maybe it was nerves, anxiety of some sort, a need to protect himself if that was really possible at this point. He still had his web-slingers on, the cartridges loaded but that still didn’t change the fact that this other person had seen his face.

“Why not tell me about yourself?” Peter thinks he’s getting somewhere, if the man (or really whatever he was) was opening up about what he was exactly. “Even if you don’t think I’ll understand, I’d still like to know. You’ve seen my face, at least share a little bit of information with me. Make this worth my time, otherwise I’m going to keep pushing till I annoy you.” Peter’s grinning, amused, but it’s with a hint of playfulness that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“So you’re family is hunting you down? What for?” He’s asking, but he already knows he won’t get an answer, not something that’ll help with the situation. “Just – what is it that you’re wanting from me? To fight them? To help protect you?” That was something he could at least get behind. Killing was something he would be fine with preventing.

_{“And you’ve seen mine, but I don’t see the need -nor want- to hide behind a mask.” Ky could have very easily, but wasn’t ashamed of himself. For the most part, he was content with doing whatever he wanted or was even necessary with out one. If he was caught? So be it. He’d bribe his way out of custody.} 

_{“My family,” he said, folding his arms across his chest, “is complicated.” While he could have said more, Ky decided it wasn’t worth explaining the specifics of his family. Nor did he think Peter needed to know of everything – just the basics would suffice for now. “Not to mention powerful – maybe even more than you.”}

_{“The specifics don’t matter on that little part, but what I need,” a pause, “Rather, what I want is something more than you could possibly manage to obtain.” Or maybe that was just his own thoughts on the matter. “However, to make it in  simple terms for you…I need a distraction of sorts.” It wasn’t the type of request he’d usually make of anyone, but this was a time for firsts it seemed.}