[Peter is relieved when Leo just drops down next to him. He reaches out to touch his boyfriend, and confirm that he's real. The pulse of their shared connection to the ninpo is a relief. A relief Peter wants to hold onto as Mysterio remains out of sight.

Green fog continues rolling in, lockers rattling around them as lights sway overhead. The stale air around them smells like a highschool even in passing. Peter can't help but try to focus on Leo more to ground himself.]

Stay with me. [It's his immediate answer, just glancing around. He closes his eyes, leaning into his spider-sense.

He lets go of his hold on Leo to rise to his feet swiftly and take a wild swing at the air near to the right of them.

His fist connects with something metallic. The crashing of his fist breaking through the metal is loud. Sparks fly as Peter snaps his hand back, gritting his teeth somewhat. He shakes it off quickly as he can as something drops nearby, still out of sight.

He probably burned his hand in the process, but he'll manage. He opens his eyes to look at Leo again.]

So, we're going to try something really weird. But go with me here. So we can both see.

I can kind of see past some of this with my spider sense.

[He pulls at their ninpo loosely, pouring some of his own abilities through to Leo.

When the turtle closes his eyes, he'll 'see' rippling outlines making a web across the floor and walls defining the space more clearly, like a dark hallway being lit.

It also makes the drones flying around them all the more obvious.

The prickling sense of danger is palatable, like something creeping against the back of his neck. A warning that doesn't cease.]