#webgreat

[gwenbiote]

peter: this is my sister , gwen. mj: mj: you two look nothing alike gwen: i'm adopted ? peter: she's adopted ? mj: you're an idiot

[arxchnoverture]

+ @webgreat asked: ”remember to listen to your uncle miles!” (worried spiderdad for insom mayday :’) )

+ " I ALWAYS do ! " Ok, that much wasn't ENTIRELY true . Her track-record, while pretty GOOD , was far from spotless . And considering the LAST TIME she'd been caught out in costume had involved SKIPPING a class to go and HELP defuse a robbery ? Maybe it was for the BEST not to imply that she hadn't ever BROKEN a rule when it came to her costume . Mask in hand, she quickly rushed over and gave her FATHER a quick kiss on the cheek .

" Promise . Nothing crazy . First sign of crazy and I'll come home. "

[inhcritance]

@webgreat - plotted starter

He takes a step back, fury still singing in his chest in a way that makes it hard to even move away, much less focus, the pain raw and all-consuming and distracting enough that his whole world is Peter, right then, and not the sudden golden gleam in the air, brief and gone again in a heartbeat.

He takes that step back, mask still in his hands and tasting ash and betrayal and feeling his fury drown the quiet horror that is yet to set in, once he faces how it's Peter, of all people, that he's been fighting for so long.

There had been solid ground behind him, just a moment before. Enough for him to need a moment of distance, because nothing makes sense just yet. Not when the one person he'd trusted the most has been lying to him for so long, and not when he's been hurting someone he only ever wanted to protect, and he's still waiting for the raw fury of battle to vanish and leave only the betrayal and guilt.

And then he's weightless, after just one step back, and gravity itself manages to cut through the moment as instinct and panic take over and he manages to cling to the edge of the rooftop at the last moment, the mask appearing again as he at last looks around them.

They hadn't been fighting here, he realizes. There's nothing broken, no signs of blood, only their injuries and their fury remaining, and Harry clings on to the edge as he tries to get up despite the pain in his shoulder, instincts for battle screaming still for blood despite his best attempts to ignore them.

"What have you done?" He still demands, looking straight at Peter, because nothing in the last few minutes has made sense and this is even worse, and he doesn't know if he should feel guilty or afraid of the one person he always thought would be safe.

[watsonjackpot]

+ @webgreat gets a starter !

+ " ... so where do we GO with this, exactly ? " The THING was sitting on the table in front of her, the suit clearly a bit WORSE FOR WEAR after their little escape . All things considered, her TRIAL RUN of having the same powers she'd seen PETER use over and over again hadn't gone as BAD as it could have . She was still there BREATHING . Ultimately, that was the most IMPORTANT thing out of all of this . And even if she was still LOOKING over her shoulder for any sign of OSCORP insignias on clothing, she could look up at PETER and find herself breathing with just a bit more added CALM .

" Because I don't think we kept the RECIEPT for this thing. " She added with a bit of IMPROMPTU humor to try and lighten the MOOD . " You know that Norman's going to try and get this thing BACK. "

[fightwing]

(from the ceiling) uh, dick? have you seen my nightwing hoodie anywhere? / @webgreat

dick only cracks open one blue eye. bone weary exhaustion and having collapsed on their shared couch, his smile is tired and pointed up at the spider in the corner of his ceiling. the only one he wouldn't startle about. " mmmm " it's a lazy acknowledgement that he's thinking through it, mind in a constant push and pull with sleep but he does think he saw it vaguely recently. probably in the dirty clothes he has yet to tackle, but definitely in their little apartment ecosystem should they actually want to look. instead, though, he waves a hand through the air, only minimally referencing the kitchen as he intends to and says " might've used it as an old rag. " he teases, closing his eyes on the tired smile. " heard that guy was soooooo old news. " he felt like it now, even. self-fulfilling prophecy. " but there's a spare spider-man hoodie somewhere. much better dude. " and when he opens his eyes again, he realizes, belatedly, that he is actually wearing it.

[spinxeret]

+ @webgreat asked: "i mean, this place is pretentious."

+ " No, really ? OSCORP being pretentious ? I would have never GUESSED. " Her words were heavily DRENCHED in sarcasm, even as they were spoken underneath her BREATH . This was RISKY ; even by the STANDARDS that had been SET by the insanity punctuating their lives . Trying to figure out a bit more about WHAT was going on with the company now that they'd decided to cover up their own INVOLVEMENT in anything symbiote related ? She already KNEW that if things were sideways , it was going to take a little more than her TASER to ensure they'd actually GET out of the building .

" I've got the TAG to get access, but I'm still thinking this is gonna get harder to PULL off once we're inside. "

[mizogchi]

          “   Are you looking for Miles ?     He skipped out on school all day today.   ”   // @webgreat​

[hitsharderold]

【 @webgreat​ ➵ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ, sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴜᴘ 】

▌│█║▌║▌║  ➽   ❝ You show up on the news more than any other hero I’ve ever seen. But not in a good way. I’ve seen the Hulk persecuted for years and even Banner cringes at what they say about you.  It’s rough, kid. I mean I know I’ve got some bad public relations but damn, you got some bad luck. ❞ He snorted and leaned back in his lawn chair, set up on his roof. A half drank six pack next to him.