So, Adam does have more clothes that aren't rejects from the 70s. Thank god. He won't draw attention when they go out, now-- not that Peter knows if it's actually wise for them to go out anywhere public. How hard will the Company be looking for them? Hard enough that they'll be combing street cameras with facial recognition?
Adam's suggestion has him blinking in surprise, and then narrowing his eyes.
"Adam, I didn't pick up money GPS," he scoffs, heading toward the kitchen to see if there's any coffee there. He starts rattling through the cupboards, hopeful, and eventually comes up with one sad container of freeze dried coffee that withstands the sniff test. It's probably toxic. It's like decades old. But hey, they won't die, and if it's still got caffeine... it'll be worth it?
Futily, he wracks his brain for an ability that might actually help. Because he's kind of hopeless at the best of times, he's taken Adam at his word that he can't remember. The only thing he can think of is the telepathy, but that would only work if Adam does know the location.
"I don't think that even exists. Maybe if I had something like whatever that power is where you touch items to see their history, but I don't." Just in case, Peter taps the telepathy anyway as he gets some water boiling. At first, it's a little like static, like white noise, or a radio in another room. Distant voices. And then, as he tunes in a little more, focusing on the determination and justice that cop had felt, he can sense Adam nearby. The surface of his thoughts, a gentle murmur. "I don't know, what's the most likely place? Behind a painting? In the attic?"
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Adam's suggestion has him blinking in surprise, and then narrowing his eyes.
"Adam, I didn't pick up money GPS," he scoffs, heading toward the kitchen to see if there's any coffee there. He starts rattling through the cupboards, hopeful, and eventually comes up with one sad container of freeze dried coffee that withstands the sniff test. It's probably toxic. It's like decades old. But hey, they won't die, and if it's still got caffeine... it'll be worth it?
Futily, he wracks his brain for an ability that might actually help. Because he's kind of hopeless at the best of times, he's taken Adam at his word that he can't remember. The only thing he can think of is the telepathy, but that would only work if Adam does know the location.
"I don't think that even exists. Maybe if I had something like whatever that power is where you touch items to see their history, but I don't." Just in case, Peter taps the telepathy anyway as he gets some water boiling. At first, it's a little like static, like white noise, or a radio in another room. Distant voices. And then, as he tunes in a little more, focusing on the determination and justice that cop had felt, he can sense Adam nearby. The surface of his thoughts, a gentle murmur. "I don't know, what's the most likely place? Behind a painting? In the attic?"