"Sorry," Steve responds with a soft chuckle, but looking properly embarrassed about frightening him. He should have properly led with that, and he makes a mental note for next time. Because this definitely won't be the last time that these wellness checks happen, he'll just time it a little better next time. It's easy to forget sometimes that Peter Parker is still a high school student - to the point that he himself forgot, but this would be the first and last time that happened.
If Peter hadn't mentioned the blip, and that they're covering it in class, he would probably be suggesting that they leave now so that he could get him to school on time. But, considering the subject, he can't say he blames him for wanting to miss it altogether. Steve would do the same. After all, he can hardly watch television lately or check the news, since he tends to keep bumping into coverage about the battle. The blip. The aftermath. It's all still a little too fresh.
He smiles, standing and reaching for the helmet that's strapped on the back of his bike. Because, while he may not wear a helmet, he's generally prepared for others.
"I did. I didn't take the bus, though. I'm faster with the bike." He says it with a smile as he hands him the helmet, as if that makes a difference. "I just got back, actually, and you were on my way in. If I would have noticed the time I would have waited until after school, but hey, at least I get to give you a ride."
And this is (he hopes) less awkward than standing outside of his school, talking. He has a feeling they would have less privacy there, with kids milling about around them.
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If Peter hadn't mentioned the blip, and that they're covering it in class, he would probably be suggesting that they leave now so that he could get him to school on time. But, considering the subject, he can't say he blames him for wanting to miss it altogether. Steve would do the same. After all, he can hardly watch television lately or check the news, since he tends to keep bumping into coverage about the battle. The blip. The aftermath. It's all still a little too fresh.
He smiles, standing and reaching for the helmet that's strapped on the back of his bike. Because, while he may not wear a helmet, he's generally prepared for others.
"I did. I didn't take the bus, though. I'm faster with the bike." He says it with a smile as he hands him the helmet, as if that makes a difference. "I just got back, actually, and you were on my way in. If I would have noticed the time I would have waited until after school, but hey, at least I get to give you a ride."
And this is (he hopes) less awkward than standing outside of his school, talking. He has a feeling they would have less privacy there, with kids milling about around them.