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“So, Spider Man hasn’t signed the accords?”
“No”
“Even though he fought in Germany.”
“No, and I’ve gotten insight of Tony Stark was working with him”
“But we can’t just take a kid.”
“I know, but we can work around that.”
“ I can make some adjustments.”
“Does anyone know who he is.”
“Only his friend. I think his name was Ted or something.”
Is he a threat?.”
“No.”
“Good. We’ll go in on Friday. It will help spread the word that mutants need to be stopped”
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“I know you sneak away from this house every night. I know you’ve been skipping school. I know you quit robotics. What is it? What is it Peter?”
Peter tried to speak, but May cut him off again. “I don’t care about any excuses. I’m working a double shift and when I come home tomorrow night, you better be here working. Am I clear?”
Ever since homecoming, Peter had become more distant. He hasn’t told anyone about what had happened. Ned had stopped asking a while back. He started becoming more reckless, his homemade suit being hand sewn and becoming dirtier. He needed to blow off steam, so he decided to go on patrol.
Perfect timing too. After about 10 minutes of swinging around he saw multiple fire trucks heading East. Being the reckless spider he is, Peter went into the collapsing building. He learned the hard way the first that cloth doesn’t filter out smoke. He still hasn’t put a filter in his suit. He should do that.
“Hey, is anyone in here” Peter called, swinging throughout each floor yelling for anyone until he reached the basement. ‘Spiderman also saves cats’ he thought as he grabs the hissing cat and comes back onto the street. He didn’t even realize the small dart it his arm.
The smoke smoke inhalation was starting to get to Peter because he swung onto the rooftop of his building and collapsed. Coughing violently, Peter made his way to his apartment grabbing some water and closing on his bed, which was a mistake. Peter has dealt with fires way worse and he knows he just needs to sleep it off. Besides tomorrow was Friday and he could go out and help all weekend. The city could stay safe for one night.
Or maybe not…
And Peter still feels like something’s poking into his arms.
Probably nothing.