Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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"It's like meeting Aqua-man and finding out he has fish bring him shrimp when he's hungry" Peter laughed, "Because everyone knows that shrimp are soulless, so obviously he can't control them"

"Fine then, I'll just go grab them myself" Stephan began to get up, Peter sliding down to the couch dramatically from the lack of support he once had to hold his weight.

"Wait noo! I'm sorry, it's really cool and impressiveee" he tried taking back, feeling his face's time away from the couch was soon coming to an end, "Don't leave mee"

Stephen continued to rise to his feet, allowing Peter to drop to the couch in defeat.

"Man, if only I was appreciated more" he shook his head, hands on his hips.

Peter rolled to his back, his demeanor shifting into an overly chillax position with a victory grin.

He stretched out his legs, as if basking in all of the new room he'd gained.

"Oh you think you're so funny, don't you?" Stephen squinted his eyes, shaking his head with a sarcastic smile, "well I've got news for you, don't I".

Stephen indeed, did have news.

That news was about 180lb of Wizard crushing Peter into the couch.

"Wait wait!—" Peter yelled, being smushed into the couch by Stephen.

"Did you hear something?" He asked, laying vertically on top of Peter, his whole body going above and below Peter's height.

"Get off of me!" Peter's incredibly muffled voice choked out from laughter, "I'll bite you!"

"Sure, kid" Stephen shifted on the kid, making himself more comfortable, "bite me then"

Instead of Peter tearing out a chunk of Stephen's arm with his teeth, as all teens do, he simply pushed himself up from the couch, taking Stephen up too. It was essentially a push up.

"Wh—" Stephen started, forgetting the super strength and hopping onto the floor in concern for Peter.

Peter sat up, breathing out laughter as he kept an eye on Strange, just in case.

Stephen couldn't help a warm smile when he saw how much fun Peter was having with such a strange activity.

"You oughta wrestle with Steve sometime, at least in an arm wrestle or something" Stephen moved over a bit, letting himself plop into the couch next to Peter, "I'd pay to see that".

"How much can he bench?" Peter asked, actually entertaining the idea that he might be stronger than the actual Steve Rogers.

"Uh.. I believe he's at about 800lb now. Why, what've you got?" Stephen asked, nudging Peter's shoulder.

"Uhm.. heaviest thing I've lifted I think was a uh.. you know Lake Mareotis? And all those massive buildings out there? I lifted one of those cement support beams once" he said, shuddering at the memory, "it was terrifying".

"You— a cement beam?? Why would you do that? How did you get a cement beam??" Stephen asked, now actually concerned.

"Uh.. that vulture guy I caught a while back, you remember him? Dude who almost took some stuff from a carrier you guys had?" Peter asked, pulling his legs to his chest to be more comfortable, not expecting Stephen to actually be worried about this sort of thing.

"I vaguely recall, yes. You did a great job by the way, Tony was a little pissy at how much of a mess was made, but he was happier you stepped in than not. I don't know if he's gone through with the connection yet though" Stephen recalled, now curious to see his husband's reaction to this sort of thing, "what about it?".