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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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Once they had the door open, Peter imagined that it would be a bit of adjusting to find where that comfort line was before they could get started. If he had to move further away, or could come closer, if it was more than one or two passes back and forth before Harry may need the door closed again after all. He didn't expect them to have it perfect the first time, but maybe they would, "Okay, well, then we'll plan for me being this close." he gestured between himself and the glass vaguely, as if it would map out what the distance actually was, "And we can go from there about what works. No problem." it was another starting point to try, and one that might be a little easier to keep and maintain.

"And if he's got a bunch of spare folders I'm sure Conners won't mind us using a couple of them. Just in case we need multiple lists made." he did see the doctor a few times since he'd come and gone, compared to Norman who Peter hadn't laid eyes on since the first day he showed up. Which did make some sense, if Conners was acting as Harry's doctor like it sounded like he had before, then him being nearby would be a reasonable thing to expect. That, and he had a feeling the man was trying to do like he was and give Harry more say in things like how much contact was welcomed and distances needed. He had been on the other side of the glass the day before to talk, and if he had an idea of the basis the serum had been made from, there were few other people in the world who would understand some of what Harry may be struggling with now.

Peter made a note to ask about it the next time he saw the man, assuming that no one behind the cameras was already going to pass along the request. He doubted they would, but they could surprise him. He shifted forward in the seat slightly and smiled, "But, if we're going to make lists that means we have to pick some topics to make them on. Any ideas you have already or should we figure that out later?"

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He wasn't sure he'd be okay, but he was sharply, ruthlessly determined to have it be okay. To not have a repeat of what had happened last time, to try and slowly get some control over a situation that he found as exhausting as it could be.

And yet, he knew the surprise was deserved, and reasonable. He knew he might be aiming too high. He knew he'd been cautious until then. It still didn't change one bit how he wanted to try.

The door made everything muffled enough that he could exist without the instincts in his mind making everything too dangerous for everyone else. Without it... without it, well, how was he going to ever get out if he couldn't handle this? Maybe, without touch, he told himself, it might even be enough.

And, at the very least, he could trust Peter to respect it if he suddenly needed more, for all that opening the door would also open the door to more people trying the very same thing.

"I don't know how close you'll be able to be." He settled for, in the end, being realistic. "But maybe as close as you are will be enough, for now." He settled for. And then, after a moment... "I know Connors does keep a stack of empty folders on one of his drawers, you could always ask him." He considered.

Because it was not a bad idea, and it felt like a lot, and like too little at the same time. Like making concessions that shouldn't be made, and that he could nevertheless not hope to avoid otherwise.

It was as exhausting as the need and the want to be close, and the way it had been too much when it had happened.

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Slowly, the pain eased back into something that was manageable, which was still painful and impossible to ignore but Peter didn't feel another yell welling up in his throat. Instead he forced himself to breathe through it and force himself to relax. At least as much as he was able to as Harry responded to his insistence. It was short, and cold, and unattached but there was something in it that Peter wasn't able to place right away before his mind suggested it might be worry. Or stress, maybe just displeasure at the entire situation. He wasn't sure, and he wasn't sure if he believed that it was really worry, or if that was just blood loss making it easier for a little hope to crawl its way out of the years of violence and nightmares and try to find something stable to stand on.

With some effort and reluctance, he turned his head enough to be able to actually look at Harry, take in the focus he seemed to have in placing the stitches. They didn't feel like there was anything wrong with them but they didn't really feel anything other than pain in the first place. The more he watched, the more unsure Peter was about if that was genuine worry and concern he was seeing. It looked convincing, he wanted it to be convincing. More than anything else in that moment he wanted to believe what he thought he was seeing.

That little, stumbling hope struggled over a sneer and a blade and scraped its knees, and felt like crying. Peter kept his eyes on Harry, "...you can relax, I'm not dying. Not tonight." he let his head lean back on the bricks more, eyes wandering away from Harry, over to the bag, to the open kit nearby. Focusing on the dull gleam reflecting off of the small scissors in it, a far away thought wondering where the light was coming from to cause it, "Besides, we both know you're first in line for it, can't let someone else take your spot." he wanted it to be joking, he wanted to lighten the mood. It felt like admitting to something he didn't want to give a name to, and he kept his eyes on the scissors.

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It was eerie, and that was all Harry could think about, to see the muffled yelling from the other side. To see the way Peter tensed and know that pain so intimately he almost could feel an echo of it through all the old scars littering his body.

He should be enjoying this, he thought. He should be prodding and poking and making sure Peter would not wake up again, and yet he had chosen he would not, and so he was determined to make sure he'd walk back home. That today, at least, he'd make it out of there.

But it was still eerie, and something in Harry's voice wavered as Peter spoke again.

"Don't get used to this. I'm not about to become your go-to patch-up guy." He warned him.

Because acidity was easier than the alternative, than seeing Peter bite back a yell when Harry was actually trying his best not to hurt him, and Harry was cold and heartless and he'd grown even colder at Ravencroft, and yet he could only hate this.

So he focused again. His hands trembled, for a moment, then he breathed out and decided that no, he would gather himself.

"I know you can handle it. So handle it." He told Peter. And ignored the way his own voice was not as steady as it should.

He was almost done with the worst of it. But in this, even in this, said the quiet voice in his mind that sounded like his father, he was inadequate.

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It was just barely noticed that the star patterns on Billy's pants were gone, or at least fading enough that they were starting to look like regular jeans again. After watching them start to change one way, it wasn't really that surprising to see them go back again. Peter guessed that was just one more thing that was going to be normal to him, at least if Billy used magic around him more often. He shook his head and gave a half shrug, "No...I mean, it's probably safer that way, I guess. I don't always exactly take on the nicest of guys in town. But I just...haven't really been around people who have seen me in the mask and out of it and still known it was.....me."

Not for a while now, and he was trying not to think about that too hard. It wasn't really something he wanted to get into in an alley outside of a pizza shop.

He paused before patting around his pockets, "Oh, right uh...if you still want to..." the somehow still surviving phone was pulled out, scratched up and with several knicks in the casing that proved just how many things it had survived. The fact that the screen wasn't smashed and it could still turn on was not something Peter was going to start questioning now, and held it out in offering once he had the new contact screen pulled up, "...I'm Peter, by the way."

|| @billyktothemax ||

"Yep! We're all just people, out here, doing people stuff," Billy said quickly, regretting having ever dared ask the question. All just people, completely unconnected and whatever, and sure, they could climb walls and shrink and grow and they had all worked with Wanda Maximoff.

He wondered if they liked her. He didn't look anything like her, so that was a positive. There was nothing to make him think they'd recognize him, surely. He was just over thinking, over worrying. As far as anyone knew, as of three years ago she had no children, so he had nothing to do with it either. He winced slightly at the suggestion of Stephen Strange, but surely... it was nothing.

He was being obsessive. That was all. He shouldn't have. He glanced back, and saw a still dressed Spider-Man, so that was a good sign. He tugged the hood back off and gave an awkward smile. His pants had started to revert now, going back to a denim like texture. "I haven't told anyone I met you, if that was worrying you."

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thoughts on ms mary jane (for both boys)

Send me "Thoughts on" + a Character name and my muse will give their opinions of that character.

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"I think that I'm the luckiest guy on the planet and that's the woman I'm going to marry. And I have no idea how that even worked out for me, because I could think of a list of reasons why MJ should be with anyone else, to just run and be with someone....someone safer, than me. But she's incredible, and she wants to be here and has blown every one of those reasons out of the water. Every single time, she's stood right there with me for everything and I don't know where I'd be without her. I'm absolutely crazy about her...and I owe her more than I think I could ever actually put into words."

"I think I've known Mary Jane as long as I've known Ned, maybe even longer. I've had a crush on her for years and told myself I didn't, and then fell into it again and I don't think I'd have been brave enough to make the first move if she didn't do it. But I'm glad she did, I'm really, really glad that she did. I feel bad that she worries about me, and I feel even worse that me being Spider-Man has put her in some kind of danger before, but she means a lot to me. She's always going to mean a lot to me, and she makes the hard stuff feel easier, and I'm going to be grateful that I know her for the rest of my life."

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Thoughts on Spider-Zombie (tasm)

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"I think she's great, and doing great too. I've seen the kind of work she's doing trying to keep New York safe for everyone here and I've teamed up with her enough times by now to know she's got my back if I ever need it. That's not nothing in this line of work, believe me, I've definitely needed it and I'd jump in if she needed a hand the same way. She's pretty great to just talk with over hotdogs or pizza on a rooftop too, just to hang out with when we've got the free time for that kinda thing. I'm glad she's around...really glad, I don't know where I'd be without her at this point."

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"Yeah it was...intense." that was probably the easiest word that Peter had for it. How else did he describe turning to dust on a planet after one fight only to wake up and jump into the biggest fight he'd ever seen? The first one, and hopefully the only one, even close to that size, and losing Tony at the end of it all. He spent a long time trying not to think about it much. The bag was looked down at as Billy noticed it, "No no no, I wasn't going-" he watched the other turn around, and pull the hood up, before smiling a little. Slightly awkwardly, but he did appreciate it. Even if he was just going to pull everything on over the suit.

Peter dropped off the side of the building and started pulling the clothes out of the bag to tug on, "Well, when you think about it we're all just guys too, you know? Sure we can climb walls, or shrink down and grow crazy big, are super strong, turn green, but we're still just people. I just wouldn't know who was even in town is the main thing. Sam I think is mostly with the military since he took the shield back to be Captain America, and Scott I think lives in California and... There's Stephen, I'm pretty sure, but I don't think he ever actually joined the Avengers so I guess that wouldn't really count."

Shoes were pulled on and Peter shoved his mask and gloves into his jacket pockets, leaving the webshooters on just in case, "But I know what you mean, it was cool getting to meet you too." he zipped the bag up and pulled it over his shoulder, he could put it back later, and shuffled a little awkwardly, "You can turn around now, it's okay."

|| @billyktothemax ||

"I heard about that fight," Billy said. New York could feel like a part of New Jersey sometimes, even if it was just drunk college kids pretending that they were from the same place to try and be cool, but they really weren't too far apart. Just a train ride, you know, when he wasn't flying in to try and find Tommy. "It sounded so destructive. You must have been really scared, or at least, stressed as hell. It's got to have been cool, though, being mentored by Iron Man, Tony Stark."

He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about Mr. Stark, the man who had made the Vision. He supposed it shouldn't really matter. Even if he had memories, the version of Vision he would have known was long, long gone. "It's a cool suit, dude."

He spied the bag of clothes and Billy sputtered. "Do you need me to-? Oh."

He turned around, pulling the hood right back up to give Spider-Man some privacy. "No, no. I actually do not need to meet any Avenger. Thanks. I'm just, you know. A guy."

Who had a suit, sure. That wasn't his fault, though. "Meeting you was cool enough for me. Not cool enough, I mean. You know what I mean."

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"call me up at midnight" -late night call dialogue

prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

"did i wake you?"

"i missed hearing your voice.."

"when can i see you again?"

"i just left like five minutes ago." "yeah, but i miss you already."

"sing to me."

"your voice is so relaxing."

"if i fall asleep, don't hang up." "i never do, love."

"i wish you were here."

"can we talk?"

"is everything okay?" "i just need a distraction.."

"how was your day? i want to hear everything."

"it's getting late, darling."

"are you falling asleep?" "...." "alright."

"you won't believe what i heard from [name]."

"what's wrong? you're never up this late."

"talk to me. what's going on."

"i'll see you in the morning, 'kay?"

"i know you didn't just hang up on me without saying 'i love you'."

"you're the only one i'll talk to this late at night, you know that?"

"only a few more weeks, i promise."

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At the moment, he was more relieved that the stab wound was to her arm and not anywhere worse. Occupational hazard for the both of them, and Peter couldn't count the number of times he'd been stabbed vaguely around the torso and middle. Most of the guys he went up against weren't exactly aiming for the limbs, and he knew the same could likely be said for Cass. To the arm was, in a way, the best case scenario when it came to a stabbing. Peter opened the first aid kit and glanced back at her before smiling a little, "Okay tough cookie, let's get you cleaned and patched up." he said, opening up one of the disinfectant wipes as Cass unzipped and started pulling down the top of her suit. He started to scramble to think of something she could use to cover up with before seeing the straps of the black tank top that then came into view.

Instead he offered her a small smile and moved to start cleaning up the injury to get a better look at it, "It doesn't look like they got it too deep at least, so maybe less deli meat and more aggressively poked with a toothpick for a cheese board." he offered, glancing up at her and smiling a little, "But I think you might actually be able to pass on the full blown stitches this time and stick to the suture bandages." another best case. Still not a great injury to have for swinging through the city, and it could get worse if she did.

Peter reached over for the sutures and a roll of gauze to cover it with as it healed, glancing at Cass' question before nodding slightly, "Yeah the test went great, the note cards helped out a lot. The notes of encouragement on the back of some of them were a nice surprise." they'd been cute, and honestly sweet, and it made his morning a little easier after his own rough night. He started to gently place the suture bandages along the wound to keep it closed, "My professor is also taking a couple of days off and couldn't get anyone to stand in so we're kinda just on our own with lab and no lecture for the next class and I'm caught up on extra hours already." a strip of gauze was laid over it before he taped it down, "What about with you? How'd work go this morning?"

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"Try telling that to the goth community." Cass objected as she climbed through the windowsill. She took his hand to avoid clumsily toppling into his residence. Despite the stab wound on her right bicep, Cassandra was in good spirits. The local gang she took down currently spent their night in makeshift nets, re-evaluating their career choice. "Can't tell you how many times I had guys attempt to flirt with me by saying- 'let's get covered in blood and kiss!' Talk about a sensory nightmare. It's cool looking aesthetic wise. In practice? No way."

Her knee high boots touched the floor with a thud. The spider was careful to avoid stepping on anything that wasn't the hardwood. Peter put in a lot of effort into everything he does, it was evident by the state of his home. A small breath left her as she removed her mask, long freshly dyed purple hair flowed down her shoulders. The mask was set aside onto his unmade bed. Being comfortable around him, her fingers reached behind her to unzip the top of her suit. A black skintight tank top resided beneath the gray material. Doing as she was told, she made her way to the couch and plopped down upon it. Cass hissed as she slid the suit down her arms, keeping the bottom half on to remain decent in front of him. Blue blood glistened underneath the overhead light, the wound wasn't as bad as it looked. She certainly had worse. But, swinging stretched the skin apart and Cass was in agreement that pushing herself any further would cause more damage than she needed.

Emerald eyes followed the unmasked hero as he gathered the necessary supplies to take care of her. A soft smile appeared upon her pale features at his offer. Poe was already fed for the night, so there was no reason to deny Peter's proposal.

"Oh, you know me. Tough cookie, through and through. Just had a lot of them at once. My senses kinda got jumbled and boom! I got sliced like deli meat." Cassandra explained as she glanced at her open wound. "How was your day? Did you get a good grade on that physics exam? I was hoping those index cards I made you helped."

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Say what you want about the m.cu, "I can't go to Germany I got homework" is a great line and I'm glad that we got it

If anyone needs me, I'm rewatching CA: CW to finally, finally start getting actual screencaps for icons of Peter. I'll be poking back and forth as I go but expect yelling when I get to the first appearance because there will be

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If anyone needs me, I'm rewatching CA: CW to finally, finally start getting actual screencaps for icons of Peter. I'll be poking back and forth as I go but expect yelling when I get to the first appearance because there will be

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"can you behave" yes, if I wanted to, but this is so much funnier

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@thwipsthrown asked: you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night. (gwen and peter in earth-17?)

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This was exactly why he hadn't wanted them to find out. Any of them. Not Gwen, or MJ, or Harry. This fear and worry, that realization that the person swinging around in the mask every day, every night, was really him. That Spider-Man was really Peter. That was where the bruises would come from, the cut lips, the scrapes on his arms or his back, why he was always so tired in the mornings. It was him being thrown through windows and into the pavement, being grabbed by the throat or shot at, on the bridge trying to pull the car up by a web before it could crash into the river, swinging away from a scene clutching his side as the police finished up. Peter didn't want them to have that kind of fear for him, to watch the news and have the sickening knowledge of who was really on the screen.

He hated that Gwen knew now as much as he was relieved that she did. That he didn't have to explain why he hadn't moved in with any of them yet and stayed in his crummy apartment, why he was tired, where he had been. It was a relief to not have to hide it from her anymore, sometimes. Until he barely had a chance to wash up and change before she was there, and he wondered how much of the fight she'd seen. How scared she would have been if she had seen any of it. Of course he'd let her come inside, of course he'd say through her seeing the scrapes and the bruises and the cut to the side of his face. It was just that he hated that she knew to worry now.

Three people counted on him coming home every night, two of them didn't even realize it and Peter hated seeing that Gwen did, "I know." he said, reaching over for her hand to hold it and trying to ignore the way that his shoulder burned and hurt with the movement. The ice pack was sitting next to him forgotten, "I know and I did, Gwen. I came back, I'm home and I'm okay."

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@thwipsthrown asked: do you have a death wish or something? (pick a gwen, pick a peter?)

((the dice has spoken-))

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Apparently picking a table on one of the higher floors of the library and at the back was the right call. Peter had barely sat down and started reading the chapter he had no time to even think about the night before when Gwen found him, "What? No, of course not." he insisted, looking around to make sure that no one else was around to hear or pay attention. News had started circulating around campus about the time he got to the library, catching bits and pieces of it from people he walked past. He didn't think he split lip and fading black eye were really helping him out on this one either, not when Gwen knew who was the one in the suit that had made the front page of apparently several newspapers and sites.

Once he was sure that no one was close enough to overhear he looked back at her and kept his voice quiet, "It wasn't even that bad, really, I'm fine. Look I'm here for class and everything." with an empty cup of coffee and an energy drink already pulled out next to it, sure, but Peter was well enough to make it to classes that day. He was in better shape than he thought he was last night. Or that morning, he guessed, by the time he'd given up on searching and collapsed in his dorm for a couple of hours of sleep, "I had to try and follow him, what was I supposed to do? Just let a lizard tear through Time Square and hope the police didn't shoot him?" a lizard who was a lot bigger than the last one back on Liberty Island, unfortunately, which meant way bigger teeth and claws.

Peter was really, really glad that it was cold enough to be wearing a jacket.

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Peter watched Billy stumble and started to reach out to try and help steady him before his footing seemed to be regained again. There was more of that pattern that he could now tell was on the underside of the cape and he was still wondering what it was. He was just noticing the star pattern along the sides of Billy's pants when Peter looked up and nodded slightly, "He helped me out a lot, especially after all the stuff with Toombs. The Vulture? I didn't hear from him a lot before that after Germany but after all of that stuff, he really helped me out with figuring out what to do. Like actually mentoring me helping me out if it wasn't something Happy could help with. I even got to go to the old Avengers compound a few times for upgrades and repairs to my suit." it wasn't often since it was upstate, but Peter liked getting to go.

To see the lab they had there, to actually be able to give his input on the suit and what needed fixed, "I think he'd question the material I used for it but...I'm pretty happy with it." it felt good to be in a suit he'd made completely himself. Just like he had when he first started out.

The bag was opened and checked for a spare set of clothes before he leaned back a little more as they waited for Billy's clothes to change back, "Were you wanting to meet them?" he asked then, "One of the Avengers, I mean. Were you worried about one of them seeing you or were you hoping to meet one of them? I don't really think I can introduce you to anyone if you were..." he was pretty sure Bucky was the only one who was even maybe in town. And that was assuming the whole Congressman thing didn't have him somewhere like DC instead.

|| @billyktothemax ||

"Patrol, huh. Somehow that sound both fancy and not," Billy mused. He supposed that had to do with the grittiness he now knew came with fighting. And his fight happened in a suburban backyard with a clothes line, a green house, and two lesbians who weren't over each other yet. It was about as far from gritty as one could get. Whatever Spider-Man was facing was probably far grittier than that.

"No, I guess that's true," Billy murmured. Wanda was gone. He hadn't heard a peep from The Hulk. Captain America had died, and so had Iron Man. To be honest, it was just The Vision that gave him pause now... he landed, tripping slightly over the stupid cape, and yanked it out from under his foot. The under pattern twisted his stomach, but he shoved that feeling away.

Billy pulled down his hood, shaking out the curls that piled high over the crown. He scratched just under it, and gave his friend a gentle smile. "I'm sorry about Iron Man. I heard you two were close. That suit does look good, it came out really well."

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Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) | dir. Jon Watts