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so, theyâre best friends. right? they have been for a long time. and best friends do things like gripping each otherâs shoulders. yeah? of course. so there is absolutely no reason for him to feel a certain⊠way about peterâs hand on his shoulder, or the moment his hand rests on his back before he moves on. itâs such a simple motion, thereâs literally no reason for harry to be feeling any kind of way.
âwait, have we stepped into the twilight zone? is everything alright?â harry asks, looking away from the microscope to raise an eyebrow at peter. letting out a sigh, he straightens up and pushes the equipment in peterâs direction so he can take a look. âtrying to get my head around what my cells look like now, with the - the whole. spider-venom stuff. i canât really get rid of it if i donât know what itâs doing to my body to begin with.â
peter flicks harry on the arm with a pretty impressive amount of force, now that harryâs not in any danger of breaking. he slides across the bench to look into the microscope. he lets out a low whistle despite himself.  â damn, youâre freaky as hell, huh ?? â peterâs own cells are funky, too, but not exactly the same. maybe itâs from a discrepancy in the process -- not a random bite, but a deliberate introduction to a whole system. Â
he needs to choose his words carefully. what he wants to say, of course, is -- hey, dumbass, itâs healing your body. isnât that good enough? peter knows thatâll just lead to a fight, and heâs too tired for that. â you canât extract it, probably. â peter pushes the microscope back to harry and stretches out across the empty part of the bench, laying on his back and looking at the ceiling. â youâd have to introduce a counter-agent, i bet. you might know a guy who can help. you got flash thompsonâs number ?? â











