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peter was sitting in their kitchen, lights dimmed and a bag of frozen peas against his head; full suit on spare the mask. mj’s disapproval already ringing in his head about being too old for this kinda stuff now. mid-huff, peter’s spider-sense shocked through him as he heard his son come home. the father couldn’t help but scoff at how obvious he was, as if his own father hadn’t made the dam rule book for sneaking in with aunt may. clearing his throat, peter looked up into the darkness with an unamused look. “where have you been, benjamin? it is a school night, is it not?”









