i didn’t hear a word you just said. @boomboombaby
“Oh,” Peter said, “That’s alright, honestly most of the time I just start talking and only stop when something explodes or someone walks away or there’s a fire, you know?” He nodded, picking at his chin as he scuffed his worn out converse along the linoleum of the run down coffee shop. “Not that I would have anything to do with any of those, or like be able to do anything, I’m just-uh, scared of that sort of thing. Kind of a coward, you know? Just little yellow-bellied Peter Parker here. Yep.”
He forced a laugh. Jesus, he was so bad at this whole secret identity thing. You would think after nearly eight years of it he would get better but it seemed like his mouth ran before his brain had a chance to catch up about ninety percent of the time. It was probably a good thing that most people got that glazed over look in their eyes whenever he opened his mouth. Small mercies, he supposed.
“So, coffee. Crazy, right? Bean water. I love me some good bean water.”