Ned, MJ, and Peter were hanging out in Peters's room talking about nonsense.
Ned was sitting on the bottom bunk of the bed, Peter was on the top, and MJ sat on the chair at his desk.
"You would die." MJ states.
They were currently talking about whether Peter would die or if his senses would be heightened if he drank thirty-six red bull's.
"No! Your senses would just be heightened!" Ned argues.
"Die."
"Heightened senses!"
"Die."
"Heightened senses!"
"Die."
"Heightened senses."
"Die."
"Goddamnit, what do you think Peter?!" Ned asks annoyed. (Ned's name keeps autocorrecting to bed and honestly mood I want to sleep)
MJ and Ned turn their attention to Peter who had his phone next to his ear and seemed to be on a call.
"Hey kid, I'm a little busy," Tony says
"Hey Mr. Stark hypothetically speaking, do you think drinking thirty-six cans of red bull consecutively would make my spidey sense more heightened or would I just die," Peter asks.
"I'm on my way," Tony says ending the call quickly.
Peter puts the phone down a little worriedly.
"Well? What did he say?!" Ned asks excitedly.
Peter turns his head towards them, visible confusion.
"He-He's on his way... But I can't tell if protective dad instinct kicked in... or he actually wants to try it out." Peter says a bit mortified.
MJ snaps a picture of Peter's face for later reference when she does her sketches of people in distress.
Ned fell to the ground laughing.
Not even five minutes later they found out it was a mixture of both.
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This is being written while I'm at the hospital for my mom.
I HATE HOSPITALS
SO MUCH
LIKE SOMEONE COULD SHOOT ME
AND I STILL WOULDNT GO TO THE HOSPITAL
IT'S NASTY
IT'S SMELLY
AND MAKES ME WANNA GAG
And every. single. time. when I leave, I feel sick and in need of a shower.
I'm not a germaphobe, I just hate being sick.
Love you my demons stay safe~
Live, Laugh, Lie~
Posted on: 2/7/2020
Word count: 350
~Hellfire out 🥀🔥🖤