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❝ I believe there’s a 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝒪 in all of us, gives us 𝓢𝓣ℛ𝓔𝓝𝓖𝓣ℋ, makes us 𝓝𝓞ℬℒ𝓔, and finally allows us to 𝓓𝓘𝓔 with pride, even thought sometimes we have to be 𝓢𝓣𝓔𝓐𝓓𝓨 and 𝓖𝓘𝓥𝓔 𝓤𝓟 the thing we want most.
Which, Peter did totally realize was a cliche wayof looking at it, but it didn’t make it any less true. Trouble kinda just… found him. Here he was, walking around New York City, trying to actually finish some errands, and there was this guy
There wasn’t any other way of describing it. Peter kinda just felt the power… leave him. (Stop comparing yourself to Jesus, Peter. Christ.) Well, he did still have them, but it was just…. like someone cloned them, or something. Like a voluntary DNA repli Okay, stopping while he was ahead.
If he said anything… well, that would… be…. weird? not good? awkward? dangerous?
❝’S fine.❞
Which it wasn’t, but the other guy didn’t need to know that. There was something weird about this guy, but, uh, Peter really didn’t want to blow it.
Getting a power from a stranger was always like a particularly dangerous game of Russian Roulette. Not that the game itself wasn’t killer. But it couldn’t blow up New York. And with his history. Well, some powers were more dangerous than others.
” did you. ”
” did you feel that? ”
Now it just sounds like he’s trying to establish some kind of weird connection with the guy. It’s just. Maybe he can figure this out.
It would’ve been easier if he could still read minds.
Now he was freaking out.
Was there a clause in the code of the universe that said: 'PETER PARKER MUST BE SHITTY AT KEEPING HIS SECRET IDENTITY A SECRET!’ because Peter would totally hunt down someone to fix that.
The man was still staring at him kinda weird. Peter could run. He could totally run. But then that would only confirm the guy’s… Weird feeling-ness. Or… Something. Peter still mounted his skateboard again. Just in case.
❝A- bu-uhFeel… what?❞ Oh wow. That was some amazing acting, Parker.
❝Sorry, um, I’m in a hurry?❞ That was a lie. That was totally a lie. God, even he would’ve been able to tell that was a lie.