The more that Elliot talked, the more that Peter felt his anxiety rising, that similar feeling to when he'd been seeing the face of Gwen's dead father haunting him around ever corner. He was right, her dad had gotten too close, he'd found out out one of the biggest secrets in Peter's life and it had got him killed. And maybe that was all part of the risk that came with being a member of New York's Finest, but Peter had taken on every last ounce of the guilt for it, despite how much Gwen may have tried to tell him otherwise.
He was backed into a corner at this point. Elliot had already unraveled everything, put all of the pieces of the puzzle together. He knew that Peter Parker and Spider-Man were one in the same long before he'd decided to actually question him about it. No matter how careful he may have been, Peter should have known a day like this would come -- he didn't expect it to be some random, jittery guy coming up to him while he was trying to work, but it was better than someone who was trying to kill him. Which had been the scenario that he'd always pictured. Something about his real identity always seemed to have death attached to it.
He felt a tinge of hurt at the mention of both his parents and his Uncle. More victims that were caught in the crossfire -- whether that was the truth, Peter still took the blame for it either way.
"It's... There's a lot more to it than that." Peter looked around, lowering his voice out of some kind of paranoia that Elliot had caused to form inside of him -- if the other had figured him out, who was to say that someone else could just by listening in on their conversation. "I've just always been this guy that's been picked on. I've had a bully since pre-k and... I dunno," Peter scratched the back of his head, shoulders shrugging. "I got these powers one day and it was basically I could be one of those dudes who was always picking on the little guy, or I could be the guy saving 'em. It's about doing the right thing..." At that, his Uncle's words rang loudly in his head. "Great power, great responsibility, you know?"
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He was backed into a corner at this point. Elliot had already unraveled everything, put all of the pieces of the puzzle together. He knew that Peter Parker and Spider-Man were one in the same long before he'd decided to actually question him about it. No matter how careful he may have been, Peter should have known a day like this would come -- he didn't expect it to be some random, jittery guy coming up to him while he was trying to work, but it was better than someone who was trying to kill him. Which had been the scenario that he'd always pictured. Something about his real identity always seemed to have death attached to it.
He felt a tinge of hurt at the mention of both his parents and his Uncle. More victims that were caught in the crossfire -- whether that was the truth, Peter still took the blame for it either way.
"It's... There's a lot more to it than that." Peter looked around, lowering his voice out of some kind of paranoia that Elliot had caused to form inside of him -- if the other had figured him out, who was to say that someone else could just by listening in on their conversation. "I've just always been this guy that's been picked on. I've had a bully since pre-k and... I dunno," Peter scratched the back of his head, shoulders shrugging. "I got these powers one day and it was basically I could be one of those dudes who was always picking on the little guy, or I could be the guy saving 'em. It's about doing the right thing..." At that, his Uncle's words rang loudly in his head. "Great power, great responsibility, you know?"