#spidroins

[wrathbit]

hey do u like spider-man

no he should explode

[wrathbit]

to ben : [TXT] : answer the question.

[ sent : DO NOT ANSWER ] or what?

[ sent : DO NOT ANSWER ] gonna give me a little speech?

[ sent : DO NOT ANSWER ] i know you like running your mouth, but try saving your breath this time around

[cuhster-gone]

@spidroins: 09.  sender  quietly  doing  chores  around  receiver’s  house  because  receiver  is  too  sick  to  keep  up  with  anything.

he  had  no  heart  to  say  stop.  in  many  other  cases,  matt  was  a  blunt  weapon.  always  talking  what  he  thinks,  even  if  people  wouldn't  really  be  happy  with  it  and  it  was  a  part  of  some  of  them  leaving  and  never  really  knocking  back  to  the  same  door  this  time  though,  no  matter  how  long  it  took  for  matt  to  gather  the  thoughts  and  what  he  wanted  to  say  to  peter,  all  died  somewhere  inside  his  sore  throat,  leaving  a  taste  far  more  awful  than  the  medicine  he's  been  given. 

peter  spent  a  few  days  at  the  devil's  den,  cleaning  dust  so  matt  wouldn't  inhale  it,  taking  care  of  the  dishes  and  laundry  so  he  could  eat  and  wear  clothes  that  weren't  soaked  up  in  cold  sweat  from  his  fever.  the  spider-man  did  so  much,  even  outside  of  a  daily  routine  that  matt  couldn't  just  tell  him  to  go  home,  despite  how  useless  he's  felt  the  entire  time,  being  stuck  on  his  couch  and  listening  to  the  faint  sound  of  a  radio  playing  in  the  background. 

❝  peter  …  ❞  he  speaks  up,  voice  hoarse  and  rough  like  sandpaper,  trying  to  catch  the  spiderlink's  attention  from  preparing  lunch  for  both  of  them.  should  he  just  say  it  ?  should  he  tell  peter  to  just  go  home  and  leave  him  in  his  own  misery  ?  he  wanted  to,  but  instead,  matt  cracks  a  weak  smile.  unfocused  blues  guided  into  the  direction  of  noise  coming  from  behind  his  back.  ❝  thanks  …  for  everything.  you  don't  have  to  do  that  …  you  know  ?  ❞ @spidroins

[wrathbit]

flicking ben’s ear

the list of reasons you need to die only grows, brother

[rescuefield]

@spidroins SENT : neck kisses that turn into love bites.

"oh come on!" head tilts just about and laugh pushes past lips as peter leans further into her, body pressed against kitchen counter and arm lifting up so that her precious cup of coffee won't take the brunt of this sudden attack. "some of us don't wear masks, mister." gaze drops to the mismatch of blue, purple and green along peter's skin - already fading some ... unlike hers that will probably need some concealer. "give me another," fingertip taps on peter's lips then her own in a not so silent plea. "then you can go back to your biting activities."

[rekuiemu]

leon grunts, pulling his body up ﹠ over the railing, flopping onto the rooftop alongside the 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛. the moon is held high in the night sky, watching them both, illuminating their pathway. he's always been brave, even as a child, even when his parents were taken before his very eyes. superheros: what he'd only see in comic-books, a far away fantasy. [ 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆! ] he stands here now, in the vicinity of a  " superhero ".

" wow, you are really good at all this! do you, maybe, have any tips? " he's somewhat sheepish, shyly rubbing the nape of his neck. there's been a simmering desire to save those less fortunate than him, a golden crown illuminating his fair blonde locks, eyes beaming with aspiration.

           [ starter. ] @spidroins

[rescuefield]

@spidroins SENT : a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

from the corner of her eye, claire can see peter rush around the hallway bsck and forth to grab his clothes, then his equipment, then he's just wandering with a piece of bagel still in his mouth. "babe?" she calls out from the bathroom, hairdryer full speed while she attempts to curl her hair. "what are you doing over there?"

head peeks from bathroom door frame into the hallway, peter nowhere to be seen even though she can clearly hear some sort of chaos happening in the living room. "hey you," she calls out again, and here he is - all ready down to the camera tied around his neck. terrasave headquarters won't open until 9am, giving claire all the time to finish this semblance of new hairstyle she will definitely not attempt again in the foreseeable future.

blue hues follow peter as he walks towards her again, soft smile forming on lips as he mutters something about going to work early. and truly claire can see through it - something work could be his job or his other job, friendly neighbour as he is and all that comes with it. claire lifts herself up on her tips just about, leaning into peter's touch as he rushedly kisses her goodbye. "take care of yourself, don't do anything stupid," but that would be her anyway. another quick kiss shared for good luck, hands straightening sides of his jacket. "have a good day, yeah?"

[lumined]

❛ i’m late, but i’m… i’m here now. ❜

❝ hey, better late than never, right ? ❞

a gloved hand gives peter a thumbs up, hope fluttering between his ribs. though he yearned for @spidroins to trust him with more work around the city, miles sometimes bit off more than he could chew with the fights he picked. but two spidermen were always better than one, and peter seemed to know just when he was needed. at least he had cleared out quite a bit of fisk's goons, but miles had only a fraction of peter's battle experience, not to mention that using his bioshock required charging up and left him feeling drained. jumping to the relative safety of where peter was, he takes the moment to let himself finally rest a bit.

❝ don't worry, i saved some for you ! don't mind if i shift to air support, do you ? ❞

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