Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

WoooAhah is that hit famous gas station employee, Demi Levado???

"Thank you, I suppose" Stephen bowed his head politely, flexing his hands to try and calm his racing thoughts. "I'd offer a gift of your choosing, but I'm unsure of anything I could offer if you are as powerful as you say".

"All I need is for you kids to play nice. Help Peter get through this. His soul glimmers brighter than most I've seen, managing to stay strong despite the darker ones that have dragged him down. I'm not sure if it's blind trust or alarming awareness, but he's landed every good choice he's capable of. You make sure he stays safe. I'll finish the work on my end, and you do yours. That, my friend, would be the only gift I want out of you" David grinned cheekily, as if he'd slipped in some sort of joke Stephen had missed.

Stephen said nothing, blinking at the way the mirror dimension had stilled entirely. When did that happen?

He looked at the man in a trap in front of him. He felt like he was missing something. Perhaps he'd been hit with a spell?

He raised his arms in defense, attempting to remember why he'd captured a threat in the first place. Wasn't he just in the kitchen with Tony and Peter??

Something in the man's eyes went soft. Almost sad.

"I suppose I should've expected that" he spoke to himself, tossing aside a bag of Doritos.

Stephen almost wondered if he was just holding a civilian, before the absurdly dressed man easily stepped over the runes beneath his feet.

"What—"

"Farewell, doctor. Take care of the kid" he continued stepping forward, but Stephen was beginning to lose focus of him.

Almost as if he wasn't there at all. But Stephen could see him right in front of him? He shook his head to keep focus.

Frozen in place as the figure faded in and out of view, he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder as he stared into the empty dimension.

Why was he in there again?

Stephen blinked, and he was standing back in the kitchen, a mug in hand. What was he just thinking about?

He looked over to Peter, who was sprawled across Tony. He'd stuck his limbs to the floor on top of the man, successfully pinning him in place. It astounded Stephen at how okay Peter was with letting someone even touch him, let alone enter a full on brawl in a controlled environment.

Almost as if—

He saw a flash of green for a second, tilting his head to try and spit it again.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter. Peter was doing better, and something told him that it would stay that way.

"What are you made of, RT-flex96C's cousin that bench presses planets??" Tony huffed.

"Stephen, could you do that furry outfit spell at a press conference someday??" Peter called effortlessly across the room, almost mocking Tony's struggles to try and worm out from beneath the kid.

"Maybe someday. I think he'd get a lot of PR out of it. What do you think, oh so sweet husband of mine?" Stephen easily slipped into the conversation, sipping his weirdly cold drink. Hadn't he just warmed it moments ago?

"If you do that I am divorcing your ass, Strange" Tony strained, pushing up as hard as he could.

Peter just dipped his head back, his arms uncrossing as he gave a brief look of panic at Stephen.

"I'd be more afraid of that threat if you didn't make me bind myself to you when I was dying that one time" Stephen chuckled, shaking his head softly at Peter as a reassurance.

"Wait what happened?" Peter then had a new thing to focus on; the near death of the guy he secretly had assumed was immortal or something.

"Uhh" Tony glanced at Stephen, halting his futile attempts.

Stephen eyed him back, pursing his lips.

"Nothing that your feeble mind could handle" Stephen spoke quickly, dragging the cup to his lips before Peter could talk again.

"What does he mean by that?" Peter rolled off of Tony, who sat still to bask in the new freedom.

"Maybe when you're older" Tony was still breathing heavily, wiping his hands on his pants as he laid on the floor.

"I'm going to assume the worst if you guys keep being so vague about it".

"I'm not sure anything your little kid mind could really measure up to it, and I'd like for it to stay that way, bubba" Tony let his head droop in the direction Peter was, giving him a weary look.

"Okay well I'm thinking like a Pon Faar episode sorta ordeal—"

"Not. Another. Word" Stephen instructed, waving his finger menacingly at the pair.

Tony let out a horrified laugh, rolling up into a sitting position.

"Oh my gosh is that really—"

"No. No, Tony stop laughing, that is not what happened, stop entertaining that stupid thought right now. It was a spell gone wrong and I just didn't have enough space in me to live with it, so we made a deal and he opened up his soul for me to share. Blah blah romance, now we've got this 'connected through galaxies' ordeal going on, which is not a story for today" he gave Tony a stern look, who was still wheezing from his place on the floor.

"I mean he's not entirely wrong—"

"Shut your unholy mouth before I force it"

"That sounds really weird—"

"You too, buster. I won't hesitate on either of you" Stephen threatened, waving his fingers menacingly in the air at them.

Peter joined Tony in laughing, and Stephen couldn't help but crack a smile himself.

Maybe a little hesitation. The sounds of their laughter made him feel a lot better from any mood he could be in. He never wanted that to end.

"He's like a constipated business man" Peter compared, hardly able to finish the sentence before another wave of cruel laughter broke out.

Well, hesitancy over.

Shrilled screams of fear and joy filled the kitchen, grins plastered all around.

Another good day in Peter's book.

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Wowzers

Idk what I think about this one. I wanted to have David all mysterious, but at the same time I think the weird backstory makes it interesting. I guess I'll keep it though because I already wrote so much, so tell me what you think of it. I almost miss him being a cryptic, but ig he still sort of is one. Suppose we'll never know 😔

Anywhoosies, that was fun to write. Hope you're day is going splendid, otherwise I'll send your greatest enemy a list of blackmail longer than my magnum dong.

Love you all 💛💛💛

Sincerely, Steven with a V