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as i walk through the chalet of the shadow of death âÂ
   everything that youâve come to expect.Â
 an overview.Â
âThat?     Thatâs nothinâ! I just, uh, fell. Yâknow. Skateboarding accident. Happens to the best of âem!!âÂ
"I want to know the truth."
ââNâ I wanna meet OPRAH. We donât ALL get what we want,                             Petey Pie. I donât have ANY truth for ya. Well I meanâ           I DO butâ not the truth youâre lookinâ for.      âŚÂ        what ARE ya lookinâ for ??â
  âthe truthâs the truth, man. you know what iâm  Â
WADE.
can you just                  whateverâs, like, yâknow. yâknow.Â
yâknow?â
//mama//
Norman was back in the Tower, and things were just as good as theyâd been that first summer theyâd been together. Waking up with Norman every day was a small bit of paradise per morning. The feeling of warmth that flowed into his body upon waking up, with Normanâs arms around him and everything feeling safe, was better than anything Peter had ever known before. It wasnât a feeling that was only for the morning, either. Afternoons with Norman were perfect. Being in New York gave them more than enough to fill their days with, but they still managed to keep to themselves from time to time, sitting on the sofa on Peterâs floor and watching their favorite old movies. The nights were just as good, as quiet or as loud as they wanted. When Peteâs dads left them aloneâit was becoming more frequent as they were both legalânights got as good as they could be.
But, things didnât stay good for long.
It started with little feelings. The Spidey Senses had picked up on it more than Peter had picked up on anything. There were nights when he swore something was different about Norman. It was in the hair. It looked messy, sometimes, but in a very controlled way. It looked like it had been disturbed on purpose. It was in the way Norman spoke sometimes. Normanâs speech had always been a little controlled, but there were times when it just seemed⌠different. Like it wasnât Norman. Sometimes, Normanâs mannerisms just took on a more Norma feel. Sure, as oddly close as Norma and Norman were, theyâd always had some shared mannerisms. But, the senses. Sometimes, Norman would move in a certain way, and his sense would just start tingling like crazy.
Norman was in a different part of the Tower, talking to Thor, if Peterâs memory served. His senses, even without Norman around, were going crazy. It started with a tingling in his toes that worked its way up until Peterâs entire body felt like it was crawling. Something was wrong. Maybe he just needed to take a peek through some of Normanâs stuff? That wasnât really an invasion of privacy when there was legitimate concern behind it, right? Peter didnât have to look longâ after only a few moments of looking, Peter happened upon one of Normaâs dresses. Maybe it was Peterâs imagination, but he was almost certain it was the same dress Norma had been wearing when he caught the two dancing together. Before he had time to organize his thoughts, or put the damn dress back where it had come from, Peter heard Normanâs footsteps. Shit.
Peter turned around, the fabric of the dress swirling around his legs as he clutched it in his hands. âNorm.â Peter murmured, eyes locked on the dress. He couldnât look up yet, he couldnât see what he was sure would be on Normanâs face: anger, confusion, resentment⌠Nothing good. Maybe nothing strange was going on. Maybe Norman was just⌠trying out a new kink? Or, maybe this wasnât just a new interest in cross dressing: maybe Norman was exploring his gender identity? That would be more than fine. Maybe that was all it was. Peter certainly hoped.
âWhatâs this doinâ here?â
{ @iknowwhatihavetodo }
Is this heaven? Are we about to kiss? Never.
*whistling the spider-man theme*
tomorrow iâll switch the beat to avoid yesterdayâs dance.
â--huh?â heâs listening. no, really, he is. heâs just zoned out, a little. staying up all night saving the  city makes a guy zone out a little.  âjust repeat that last part, so i can be sure iâve got it.âÂ
âi guess llamas might be a littleâŚodd. the change in subject isnât gonna work, though.â
âi--!! man, i donât even, uh, remember what we were talkinâ about to begin with! memory is downright bizarre, huh?â
âi just, uh, think itâs weird, yâknow? llamas, man. the hell are they about?â
{ @peccatumxpuerorum , @hastodosomething , @deadpoolwasnothere }
( l8 night starter call !)Â
( & @riseabxve )
â Uh, are you okay up there?â Arthur spoke, brows furrowing as he watched the male.
â--these are, uh, not the droids youâre looking for?â Weak. Peter knew it was a weak reply, but, what was he supposed to do? Admit to being Spider-Man? Not for another... fifteen minutes, at least --given his track record, anyway...
âYou know me and instructionsâthe two of us just donât⌠work. But, hey, at least something cool actually happened.â
âSomething cool? You almost, uh, singed off your eyebrows. Not a good look, man. And, penciling them in? That adds a solid fifteen minutes to your morning routine, at least. Iâve been told. I donât--my eyebrows are bushy, I donât pencil mine in. The point is, that was... that was pretty cool, okay.â
The problems with Bring Your Child to Work Day were too real. The thing was, SHIELD didnât have a Bring Your Child to Work Day. Peter knew that. Everyone in SHIELD knew that. That didnât mean that, when pops just happened to stroll right by his secret SHIELD hero son, Peter wasnât gonna lie through his teeth and say that such a day did, in fact, exist. Peter was an okay liar, but a top-notch survivor. Those top-notch survival skills were exactly what caused Peter to mutter a quick happy Bring Your Child to Work Day, pops, before running off to avoid any other questions. That was fine. The guy he ran straight into was also fine, ooh. Peter stumbled over his own untied shoelaces, body sent through the air with a lack of grace that could only belong to one Peter Stark-Parker. Genius. Brilliant. â--I am so sorry, dude.âÂ
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âI thought were going on vacation that weâve been planning  for months now so I donât really understand why the Spidey  suit needs to be fixed if we leave for San Fran in two days.â
âtwo days is plenty of time to, uh, save the city.â
âIâm giving you two minutes to do so.â
âi, um--i tripped. on my skateboard. thatâs why my armâs all f--messed up.â