Peter's hologram disguise had him as a scruffy looking Martian. Actually, it just had him as a Martian, but the man could make himself look scruffy no matter what you put him in.
The problem was that he had kind of skimmed over the briefing, and as such only had the VAUGEST idea of what the situation was, here. Something about a war? It was a problem, at an event where everyone invited was supposed to be a highly influential person.
He was awkwardly trying to talk to a Saturnian industrialist about...he wasn't even sure. Something to do with disarmament and how it would effect the economy.
"Why yes, of course. Naturally if you can't build any more...ray guns...then you'll have to...uh...rebuild some factories...?"
He noted another exile and kind of subtly signaled them to get over here and save him from this conversation for the love of god!
-2: Not trying to fit in-
Later, Spider-Man had dropped the holodisguise entirely, in favor of his OWN disguise: Red and blue spandex.
Sometimes, you needed to take more direct action to get an Exile away from everyone else. At times like those, being able to climb walls and ceilings with no handholds was a very useful skill, as was owning a pair of webshooters.
You, Exile, were enjoying a moment of peace and quiet when suddenly something nabbed you from overhead and yanked you up out of the light. Next thing you knew, you were hanging upside down with your feet wrapped up in what looked unnervingly like a giant spiderweb, and a masked man was holding his hand over your mouth.
"Okay okay I'm sorry for not using a more delicate touch but you are a VERY hard person to get a chance to talk to and this is probably the most important thing you're going to hear in your entire life so if you promise not to start screaming I promise to put you back down when we're done talking. Can we do that?"
Peter B Parker | Spider-Man: Enter The Spiderverse | Glazier
Peter's hologram disguise had him as a scruffy looking Martian. Actually, it just had him as a Martian, but the man could make himself look scruffy no matter what you put him in.
The problem was that he had kind of skimmed over the briefing, and as such only had the VAUGEST idea of what the situation was, here. Something about a war? It was a problem, at an event where everyone invited was supposed to be a highly influential person.
He was awkwardly trying to talk to a Saturnian industrialist about...he wasn't even sure. Something to do with disarmament and how it would effect the economy.
"Why yes, of course. Naturally if you can't build any more...ray guns...then you'll have to...uh...rebuild some factories...?"
He noted another exile and kind of subtly signaled them to get over here and save him from this conversation for the love of god!
-2: Not trying to fit in-
Later, Spider-Man had dropped the holodisguise entirely, in favor of his OWN disguise: Red and blue spandex.
Sometimes, you needed to take more direct action to get an Exile away from everyone else. At times like those, being able to climb walls and ceilings with no handholds was a very useful skill, as was owning a pair of webshooters.
You, Exile, were enjoying a moment of peace and quiet when suddenly something nabbed you from overhead and yanked you up out of the light. Next thing you knew, you were hanging upside down with your feet wrapped up in what looked unnervingly like a giant spiderweb, and a masked man was holding his hand over your mouth.
"Okay okay I'm sorry for not using a more delicate touch but you are a VERY hard person to get a chance to talk to and this is probably the most important thing you're going to hear in your entire life so if you promise not to start screaming I promise to put you back down when we're done talking. Can we do that?"