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in the brief window of hesitation he has, thinking about tossing it on the counter— obviously stupid, parker— the groan takes center stage in his head, and over her walks. cupping her face, tilting it up to his. cheek smoosh and all. "why's that?"

"you know we live in new york, right?" he'd go back regardless, but he figured she knew better than to let it be for ( that ) long— they're home quick, and the mask's yanked off immediately. he smells like rain, it sucks.

"ah, you're fine, you're fine.." she's secured at his side, and they're off down the street. better to catch a train and hitch the ride back. "bike a lost cause? or should i swing back when we get home?"

"what, like, a downpour? that fast?" trying to mask over the chuckles that it initially gets out of him. "am i close? that's aaaa . . great question. am i? heads up," casual as ever, she's snagged by the waist and tossed up in the air— changing hands and catching her mid-swing.

⠀ he just might take her up on that . he'll be there in fifteen tops . . . . does she still have a first aid kit ? might've done something stupid . ⠀

⠀ uh —— no actually . . . he hates to ask but . . . can he come over ? ⠀


blinkblinkblink. snorting, and starting off towards that part of the city— "should've had it checked after all that business with the symbiotes. tsk tsk tsk,"

"parker-watson residence, this is peter speaking?"

don't gotta lie to butter me up, mj. i've heard the consensus already.





