friendly neighborhood spider-man

PETER BENJAMIN PARKER; 24 | avenging league member | "sneaky as a spider." [🔥 destructive dummy 🔥]

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Of all the lousy things, it had to be a mirror. And not just any mirror, a mirror he surmised was about the size of their bed. Why, pray tell, would Johnny need a mirror like that was beyond him - but there Peter was, with an ornate and rather weighty mirror, lofted above his head. The mirror side sat upward and reflected the beam of the sun back up. For Peter, it wasn’t all too heavy; he’d lifted heavier, but the stares that stuck to him as he stole the blocks between the shop and their place made him feel uneasy. 

Sure, everyone knew who he was now, but he’d never been blatantly caught doing something fantastic outside of his suit. He just looked like a regular ol’ guy in a t-shirt and jeans - with a few hundred pound mirror balanced above his head. Of course they didn’t deliver - the address was too close. And of course it wouldn’t fit in anything that they had - the mirror was huge. Peter had to walk.

So he walked and smiled tensely at passerby; the mirror cleared the sidewalk fairly well for him, though the looks of disapproval made him want to crawl under a rock in embarrassment. Johnny sure owed him one. As he rounded the corner - “Oh! Hey, Dr. Richards. Long time no see,” Peter smiled from under his mirror sombrero.  

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found the next spiderman

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i love that the next logical step for this guy goes “hmm, can’t quite reach the next handhold” to “flip upside down”

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WHAT

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bigtailsmallclaws​:

“Hey now, be fair. I think we both know you can only attribute one of those to me.” he held up a finger, “And not for almost what… six, seven years now? After you sent me to the stoney lonesome I happened to be picked up by one of those oh-so shady government programmes.” he chuckled. Giving he’d ditched them there was no loyalty, might as well give up their little secrets. “Ever heard of The Thunderbolts? Stupid name but you can’t trust the government to get anything right.” he shrugged.

“Either way, I played good little solider for them for a couple of years but then, no more hero ban and here I am.” he smirked, “Right back where we started, ‘cept I know the pretty face under that spandex. And it was the face I wanted to see. If I just wanted you to know I was in town I could’ve left a note, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to see you face to face. Get a measure of the man behind the spider.” Honestly, he thought he’d be more impressed, oh well, plenty of time to investigate a little more.

“Suits me.” he chuckled, “I’ve been told I’m a little freaky.” he paused when the other watched him closely, “So suspicious.” Mac tutted, “Here.” he pulled out a glass vial and tossed it in Peter’s direction, confident he’d catch it. “The antidote to my latest poison. I’ll make another one soon enough, but consider that a freebie in case we happen to run into each other anytime soon.”  

“You’re not just about the poison, otherwise, why the suit? I know a Gotham boy who runs around in an old suit and a burlap sack and gases people for fun. He doesn’t need some mech suit for that.” Maybe he needed one to break bones and hold prey down, but Mac could easily gain the upper hand with the element of surprise. That’s usually how Peter did it. Mac could be infinitely scarier if he used the shadows to his advantage instead of parading around in a giant green suit. 

“Aww.. I was the first one you came to visit? That’s so sweet!” Peter returned and feigned a blush, “I had no idea we were that close.” Messing with them was really half the fun - letting out his frustration on the ones who could take it was the other half. They went hand in hand. The teasing riled them up, made taking them down all the better. “Pretty? Oh come on, I’m blushing here. You know I’m taken, right? Sorry, I’m really flattered, but there are plenty of other superfish in the sea.”

“Aaaaaand now I’m uncomfortable. You really know how to make a guy feel welcome.” Of course he caught it - and without even looking, just to make it a point. Peter gave it a glance before he looked back to Mac, his brow furrowed though hidden behind the mask. “You think you’ll get me this time? Alright, I like a challenge. This can’t be the only reason you’re here, though?”

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you-just-hit-the-jackpot​:

MJ: he matches my hair MJ: yeah! come help me take him on a walk MJ: oop do i need to unlock the window

Peter: that’s cute 🥺 Peter: okay! Peter: that would be really cool. thanks mj lmfao

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VINTAGE suit from Marvel’s Spider-Man (2018)

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Ben Jordan by Anna Garbowska

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you-just-hit-the-jackpot​:

MJ: his name is carrot and he is everything

Peter: CARROT? amazing. don’t tell me he’s orange Peter: so ur saying i’m free to come over right now, right? Peter: bc i’m totally not like 5 min away or anything

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flamexonxbaby​:

Johnny knew that neither he nor Peter were unique in that the last year, two years had been an endless series of difficult…everything. Every time one problem seemed to get resolved, or at least enough time passed to kind of put it on the back burner, another one was there to take its place. He’d felt bogged down in it. He’d been angry. Now there finally seemed to be a genuine light at the end of the tunnel and he was trying to cling to optimism again instead. He didn’t like to focus on the negative, at least not in the big, existential kind of way that they’d had to for way too long, so he was digging himself out of the pit. 

He’d kind of hoped that he was bringing Peter with him, just by proxy, but as he woke up to the sound of gasping and nearly got punched in the throat as an arm came down he had to acknowledge that maybe that wasn’t happening after all. Once he realized that nothing was actually there with them, he figured out it was just a dream. Peter woke himself up before Johnny had a chance to do it for him. 

Before he could get all the way out of the bed, he reached out in the dark and wrapped one hand around the other’s wrist. “Hey.” His voice was thick with sleep, but he was fully awake. Who wouldn’t be? “Babe. Come back.” 

Of course he’d waken Johnny. Peter inwardly sighed when he felt the hand close around his wrist, willing him to return to the warmth of the bed and Johnny’s embrace. It was too dark to tell, but he was sure the covers looked inviting, too. Still, that didn’t ease the lingering anxiety that stayed with him as he sat on the edge of the bed, Johnny’s grip on him, and a decision to be made.

Peter moved to loosen the grip before taking hold of Johnny’s hand affectionately. “One sec...” He returned softly, hoping that’d be the end of it as he moved to put distance between himself and the bed. He just needed a minute to collect himself, maybe splash some water on his face - and get rid of the sweat that tickled the skin where it sat. He would have wiped it off then and there, but Johnny would have been less than thrilled about getting his nightmare sweat all over the sheets. 

“I’ll be back.” Peter did lean in to press a quick, though reassuring kiss to Johnny’s forehead as he made a beeline for the bathroom.

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SCREAM 2 (1997) dir. Wes Craven

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Ben

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bigtailsmallclaws​:

“Haven’t we just.” he said with a chuckle. This was more entertaining than he’d expected. For almost all their past confrontations the Spider had always had the upper hand, verbally, burrowing under his skin and remaining there was a constant irritation, quipping every two moments as they fought. Now though? He had the younger man on the back foot. He’d lost his edge of anonymity and Mac figured it was only fair to exploit it. “Isn’t that the truth. For all the spider-isms you’re really more like a cockroach. You’d find a way to survive a nuclear blast.”

“Ahh.” he held up a hand, “But I haven’t broken anything. Check the front door if you don’t believe me, it’s quite in tact.” The lack of security meant Parker was confident enough his home wouldn’t be raided (unlikely) or that he’d relocated somewhere else. He’d need to look into that. “Is it? I’m only dropping by to say hello, no need to sound to stung.” he chuckled.

“Oh I don’t know about that. I like you, in some weird way a psychologist would just to get into. We might even get along.” This was great fun. “Before I go though, Little Peter, I have something for you.” he reached into his back pocket, “Think of it as a pointless little gesture before we get into our usual fun down the line.”  

Peter didn’t like being the entertainment of the night. There was no ‘quip back and forth with Scorpion’ on the schedule for the day, so this was draining all the energy out of him, especially when there seemed to be no end in sight to this nightmarish merry-go-round he was stuck on. At least he had the suit on and Mac didn’t - that was the one plus side to this interaction. “Oh, yeah, probably. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve been crushed or drowned or electrocuted. Or poisoned.”

“Good. Glad that’s settled then.” There was no security because this wasn’t his apartment anymore, but he figured Mac would figure that out in his own time. No sense in mentioning anything now, not when he was being such a pest - oh, damn. “If you were dropping by, like a normal person, you’d knock on the door to see if I was home. If not, maybe leave a note on my door? Or shoot me a text, since you had no trouble at all in finding out where I live and getting inside. I’m sure you could’ve figured out my phone number.”

“... I don’t know if I should be offended or complimented. I’m.. I’m actually kind of freaked out.” Peter lifted a brow beneath the mask and watched intently as Mac reached into his back pocket. Whatever it was, he was on high alert in case it was anything potentially dangerous. “If it’s so pointless, why give it to me?”