It’s always something like this. Same dance, same song. Spider-Man watched the cat pace along the edge of the roof, casing the location watching for their guy to leave. It might take some time, but they needed to tail him. ( Oh there’s a cat’s tail joke in there somewhere, give him time, he’ll find it. ) But again, he finds himself wondering and knowing she was going to snag the stolen goods and hoping she wouldn’t.
Either way, they’d have a long time to wait. And - and if Cat was going to insist he was the goody two shoes for being a totally normal and totally moral human being - he might as well lean into it. So he brought lunch. He sat, crossing his legs beneath him, and digs around in the bag for the bento May’d dropped at his place. His fridge was stuffed for the first time in ages now, and he felt that ever nagging paranoia about not being able to eat everything before it went bad and - well, here he was.
❛ Cat. We’ve got time. You should eat. And sit. Not stand up there and put my poor hero heart in a fit of paranoia. ❜
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