From @ships-galore::
Peter’s anxiety gets the best of his spidey senses one day and freaks him out.
(This got fluffy and maybe off topic, idk. I hope you like it!)
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“Spidey!” Wade found Peter on their usual rooftop, and held up a bag of hamburgers proudly. “I got food! Good greasy shit too. Should bring pimples to your ridiculously perfect skin and do wonders for my self esteem so we should– we should-”
He stopped talking when he took a closer look at the web-crawler, just now seeing that Peter had his hands clasped over his ears, his head between his knees.
“Spidey?” Wade put the burgers down and jogged over to him. “Pete?” he whispered once he got closer and his voice wouldn’t carry. “Pete, what’s wrong?”
He tugged at Peter’s wrist lightly at first, and then harder when Peter didn’t budge. “Hey hey hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”
Sundays w/Spideypool #38
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