"The... Titanic, but wait, what do you mean by a thousand years ago? What... year are you from?" Peter has run into people here who have been from the past and some from a few years in the future, but if the titanic happened a thousand years ago for her...
Wow. Peter scratches the back of his head before he looks at her with a smile, nodding at what she says. "Uh, you too, Helen." Nice to meet her too. Words are not a thing Peter does well necessarily if he's not in the Spider-man suit.
He shakes his head a little. "I... don't really know what I am, but I don't have wings so I'm not--" Peter tilts his head to the side, curiously. "Wait, you're an angel? Like something out of the Bible or-- No, those angels don't become one at sixteen, they just are. What's an angel of death? That sounds--"
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Wow. Peter scratches the back of his head before he looks at her with a smile, nodding at what she says. "Uh, you too, Helen." Nice to meet her too. Words are not a thing Peter does well necessarily if he's not in the Spider-man suit.
He shakes his head a little. "I... don't really know what I am, but I don't have wings so I'm not--" Peter tilts his head to the side, curiously. "Wait, you're an angel? Like something out of the Bible or-- No, those angels don't become one at sixteen, they just are. What's an angel of death? That sounds--"
Peter grimaces a bit. It sounds painful.