I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror [ peter + adam ]

[superchameleon]

it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

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[superchameleon]

"A sitting duck," Peter scoffs. "Yeah, you're a helpless little delicate flower without me."

Peter's pretty sure it's the other way around. Adam has been surviving for centuries; god only knows what he's had to do to survive. He'll know his own body down to the cellular level by now, he'll know everything it's capable of, every kind of wound he can get away with and how long it takes to heal. Peter, on the other hand, still can't activate half his abilities when he wants to.

Well, at least he's got decent coffee to look forward to once he finds the safe.

The first x that Adam marked is square in the middle of the kitchen. What happens next isn't exactly big on dignity; Peter gets down on his hands and knees, stares very intently at his hands for a long few seconds, and nearly clocks himself in the face when both hands fall straight through the floor. He recovers (somewhat), and pushes the power into just one arm so that he can lean on the floor with one forearm and shove the other arm through the floor, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to figure out what he's picking up on.

"There's a kind of... vibration," he narrates to Adam. "It makes sense that this kind of ability would come with a solid matter sensor, right? Otherwise you'd be feeling your way around in the dark. But I think I'm just picking up floorboards here."

He makes his way to the next spot, and the next. And eventually, finds a more solid mass right in front of the fireplace.

"Jackpot." He shoots a crooked grin at Adam. "Got any powertools lying around? We'll need a saw, at least."