"Unwillingly."
He said, yanking the webline and now perching himself on top of the streetlight.
"Yeah, I can help you beat him. Let's roll, autobot." He said, nodding his head.
“ Magic? Did you enter a portal? ”
Looking around to see any sign of suspicion. Weird. . . Something is going on here
“ Whatever. There is a huge man, probably 10 feet tall. Can you help me beat him? ”
"Dude, I can practically hear that you forgot the hyphen. . .and where exactly am I?"
He asked, hanging upside-down from a street light on a webline, looking at the other.
"Didn't exactly mean to come here. . .I hate magic." Ah, so that's how he ended up here—.
+ more. . .refined, lately.
he doesn't know why, but his powers have been acting weird lately, but he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth when it comes to a refined danger sense.
he walked over to the other's trapped hand and ripped the webbing off with ease, tossing it aside.
"most forget. . .what's the lead? maybe i can help."
he offered, figuring that if something bad was lurking around, he'd offer his helping hand to try and stop the +
“huh - didn’t realize i was wearing a red suit. call me daredevil, in that case.” the blond retorts. as though he had forgotten, azure gaze gingerly follows the line of sight of the spider down to +
+ thing or person before it gets out of control. that's the last thing new york needs.
"besides, two heads can probably track whatever or whoever you're tracking better than one."
that, and there was the fact his spider-sense could potentially help out there too, it's been +
"no, no. . .it's fine. . .you didn't intrude."
he said, quick to assure him that he wasn't intruding. he cleaned the headstone a bit more before moving to the next one. one that read 'ben parker'.
". . .i'm peter, by the way. . ."
eases the mind. made it a personal effort to leave flowers once a month when he could.
most were likely stolen from someone's gardens, but he's trying.
" course. sorry. i didn't mean t' intrude. "
he furrowed his brow under his mask, looking around as he hummed in thought.
"either that. . .or in plain sight. plenty of old abandoned subway tunnels intersect under hell's kitchen."
immediately red flags went off in peter's head, his brow furrowing as he tilted his head to the side slightly.
"who told you that? because they are wrong. . ."
he said simply, a brow arched upwards as a part of him wondered why he was acting like this.
normally, he had the +
+ social awareness of a wet sponge, but here he was. . .maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or something else.
it could also be his spider-man personality bleeding into his peter parker one. . .that would make sense.
"you are cute, and whoever says otherwise is either blind +
annnnnnnnnnd just like that, peter_spidey.exe has stopped responding! his cheeks overtaken by red as his mind struggled to process what he just heard.
"m-me, cute? nah, you've got the wrong new yorker."
he said, waving a dismissive hand as he averted his gaze, the super +
+ powered young adult could practically feel his heart pounding against his chest like hulk punching vibranium.
the 5'8 male rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. god, he was NOT cut out for stuff like this.
"besides. . .you're the cute one here." he said, attempting to +
+
"but even if i am, what are you gonna do about it?"
he asked, a bit more of his personality shining through. slowly but surely, she was managing to drag out the care-free and fun loving side of peter.
he laughed, a real, genuine laugh spilled out from him. that sound hasn't been heard in years now.
"heh, maybe i am, maybe i'm not."
he said, his tone light hearted as he just smiled at her, folding his arms over his chest as his smile soon morphed into a grin.
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+
of course, there was still a part of peter that was guarded, that didn't want her getting too close in fear that her life may get ruined.
that's why he left mj and ned alone. . .why he didn't try to get them to remember him. they were better off without him.
peter knew there was something underneath that cold exterior, and a part of him whispered to try and bring more of it to the surface.
"like, seriously, gordon ramsey could learn a thing or two from you."
he said, still smiling as he soon finished the meal. he felt better +
+ now that he had a proper meal. his body wasn't running on barely edible food or fumes anymore.
"thanks for the meal again, juni. . .i really appreciate it."
he said, a genuine smile on his face as he looked at her. he didn't feel so alone anymore.
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