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@badassxqueens cont. from here

“Damn it,” Peter cursed under his breath, knowing that the last of the flash lights in the home were probably also drained of power. It had been a long time since there’d been a storm that had captured the city and caused such an outage. “I found one!” Aunt May exclaimed from the other room, catching Peter’s interest before he rounded the corner in the home and saw a faint glow of a flashlight in his direction. Even in the darkness, he could see that his aunt was relishing in the fact they had one working light. “No candles though, right?” Peter asked her curiously, frowning as the woman shook her head. “It shouldn’t be out too long, right? I mean, the city’s pretty good at fixing these things in a timely manner?” Peter was a little worried because less light sometimes meant more trouble. The last thing New York City needed was more trouble. Besides, he couldn’t possibly go chasing bad guys around in the darkness of the streets. “Hey, I can go grab us a few things at the store? Some batteries, at least.” Aunt May was about to protest but Peter was already reaching for his keys to the home and spun on his heel to give her a small wave. “I promise I’ll make it quick. Don’t worry too much about me.” It wasn’t like his aunt knew about his super powers though. Strolling through the city, he bumped shoulders with a familiar blonde, so focused on where he needed to be that he hadn’t noticed it was Caroline. The sound of her voice caught him off guard though as he spun to face her. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I promised my aunt May that I’d get some things and I wasn’t really paying attention...” He trailed off, a little ramble because the blonde always made him nervous. It was definitely nice to bump into a friendly familiar face though. “Well, if you’re the master at picking out candles, how could I say no to your company?” He laughed a little, lips etching into a warm grin. “It’s probably better if we stick together anyway. You know, the buddy system.”

#reply; caroline #muse; peter

“Technically, I was bitten by a genetically altered spider... Not radioactive. No idea where you got that information from.” Peter muttered, pressing his lips together thinly. “...You didn’t try googling me, did you? ‘Cause, you wouldn’t believe what popped up last time I searched for Spider-man.”

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@kisscflife cont. from HERE

“I won’t turn you into a toad, I promise.” Ayako’s silver aura faded after she healed herself.

Whew! “Okay, good. Because for a moment, I was terrified I’d be frog leg soup.” Not that she was the one who would’ve eaten him, it was just a general statement of sorts.

#reply; ayako #kisscflife #muse; peter

Thwip! Thwip! Some of the artificial webbing shot out of his webshooters, connecting with the door and frame, sealing it shut. “Just a second, Aunt May!” Peter’s voice raised slightly, allowing it to be heard over his aunt’s knocking. “You have a guest!” She informed him and Peter sighed frustrated, trying to change his attire as quickly as possible. He had just gotten home from an evening of chasing down bad guys, trying to find the man who had killed his uncle Ben. Forcing his suit down his body, he quickly stuffed it into his backpack, tucking it away under his bed before he struggled with the shoes. “Peter, what are you doing in there?” His aunt questioned, exasperated. “I’m just... I’m just changing! I’m naked!” Then he scrunched his face at what he’d said. Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say...

Finally yanking his left foot free of the shoe, he tossed both of them in his closet, bringing the sliding door to a shut. Forcing a black shirt over his head, he yanked it down over his abdomen and reached for a fresh plaid shirt to fit over it. Pulling the garment over himself he fastened it before grasping a pair of jeans, tugging them up his legs. Another knock was heard on the door. “I’m... I’m!” Peter began protesting, buttoning his pants before finally pacing over to the door and giving his room one last glance over to make sure nothing was out in the open. Having successfully hid his suit and shoes, he swung open his door finally. “I’m done!”

“Now, Peter, your guest has been waiting for a good fifteen minutes. I already offered lemonade and they politely declined.” Aunt May somewhat scolded him. Peter looked at her with his mouth agape slightly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll go out there right now.” He had no idea who had come to visit him but he was certain he hadn’t spent that long struggling to get his suit off.