Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Llama

This was complicated.

It was almost 3 1/2 hours later when Peter's phone had gone off, signaling his deadline to go home. Tony knew it could've just been uncomfortableness from crying in front of him (Tony knew the feeling), but he found it strange that Peter hadn't said a single word to him that entire time. Not one.

The billionaire had to admit, he was frustrated. Unsatisfied with how much he helped, when he could've helped more. He could've kept prying, asking, trying to see what the problem was and build a blueprint on how to fix it, but he was too afraid he would shock himself and make an irreversible mistake.

Peter waved a goodbye, plugging in the laptop for tomorrow's visit.

Once Peter made it outside and out of view from the tower, he slammed his head on a wall a few times, massively dejected.

He. *slam* Was. *slam* The. *slam* Worst. *slam*

Peter didn't hit himself too hard, but he sat with his head against the alleyway wall for a minute to filter his internal doubts and find the shittiest one he could to motivate himself to do better.

"Shut the hell up" seemed like a reasonable place to start.

Peter ventured into some of the less visible parts of the neighborhood, weaving through the thinner areas. He reached one of his changing points and pulled out his suit.

"Let's get this started" he mumbled to himself, pulling down the mask and locking his backpack in the unused safe installed into the wall.

He found this much easier than relying on his temporary webbing to keep it from sight, although there have been times where people just took the whole damn safe and ran.

Peter climbed up the wall, hoping to get some music on real fast so he could connect it to the small Bluetooth earpiece he wore under the suit before he was moving too fast to connect. The screen lit up just as he shut the phone back off, music numbing the outside sounds.

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Tiny Snark

Don't forget to stop by tomorrow

Hope you feel better by then as well, today was rough

Baby Goat

I would never

And I hope so as well, for your sake. Imagine if your husband thought you were just hanging out with more boring people like yourself

-

Peter may lack a bit of a filter when the power of words are at his fingertips, all without face to face contact, but it's fiinnnee.

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Tiny Snark

Glad to see your recovery is coming along nicely.

—

Ah yes, that reminded him. Peter was out of gauze, he'd need to pick some up on his way home. If he made it home.

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Baby Goat

Again, Sorry about earlier, I think stress just got to me

Tiny Snark

I am going to take the tiny screwdriver you brought in if you keep apologizing to me

Baby Goat

Nooono no I'm sorry Mr Stark, please don't make me put all those in by hand, it's gonna make my fingers sore

Tiny Snark