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   ⠀ ☦︎ ⠀@arachnists,    ⠀ (that obvious?) [he doesn’t look at peter, not for long anyway, and instead goes back to finding the sketches of his suit upgrades from the mind of a fifteen year old,    more interesting than whatever else was going  on]        yeah,    yeah i’m fine—- the summer heat’s just getting to me,     y’know ?

   ⠀ ⠀@noirverse,    ⠀what──?   [he stalls at that,  more shocked than angry.  unable to fathom the obvious ‘no’ winston  urges on again ]      but you..   you’re       literally /one/ of MANY  who’d go head on without question!     if we strike now we could win, right?       and all would go back to normal!

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*; hi

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@aorikins                NOT in the mood aeri!   —- you know what?    /dont/ help me.  I’ll call Batman or something 

especially with THAT attitude..  

*   oh my gosh

/⠀jumps up and down

/   On miles DUHHH

a mistake?    if this was a mistake,    mate,    ya would've quit a long time ago.    *    hobie knows how winston feels.    of course he does.    there are times,    even now—    three years on—    where hobie considers quitting,    considers dropping everything they've worked so hard to keep from smothering him,    all because the idea that all of this is a mistake lives constantly in their head.    he assumes many of the other spider-totems go through the same thing,    but none to the extent winston seems to go through.    clearing their throat,    hobie tugs their mask off    ( HE HAS NO NEED TO WEAR IT IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE ),    &    turns to face the younger.    *    look,    i don't think    's fair t'    yourself t'    think like that.    if all this    /was/    a mistake,    then it's a mistake.    nothin'    you can do about that.    all y'can do is try n'    use it t'    your advantage.    *    a beat.    then,    with the smallest of smiles,    *    for what it's worth,    i've never met nobody as capable as you.    n'    i'm serious.

   ⠀ ⠀@anarkick,    ⠀[    he was kind of hoping they’d leave, almost betted on it.  instead, the sight of them in his peripheral made the younger sigh.          he shook his head,     drawing his knees to his chest,        and stared towards the manhattan bridge          in the distance,      it always         looked its best around sunset     ]    no.       ..  i don’t know.    [ it was hard to explain. or maybe it wasn’t hard at all and winston just had trouble using his words.     with a shake of his head,             his gloved hands drew up to rub at  his eyes]    it’s  just—-     everyone here looks    like they know what they’re doing,  they have the same story:   bitten,   wore the mask,     ..  me,    i’m just—-   ..    what if it’s all a mistake?   what if..   what if /i’m/ a mistake  ?   all these gwens,    miles,   /peters/ —— probably another hobie somewhere out there,   too..   and just one me. 

*    brows furrow,    &    the eyes of his mask follow suit.    hobie doesn't know how to respond right away.    they never do.    *    ...     right.    'm gonna sit.    *    a grunt,    legs swinging over the edge of the building as he takes a seat next to the younger.    *    don't wanna be spider-man,    eh?    somethin'    happen?

always carry some on me.   and one of those rocket pod water bottles.   c'mere,   let's take a look for any bruises.

   ⠀ ⠀@oscrps,    ⠀uhh ——-      YEAH!    yeah, yeah,  yeah.     absolutely um..         you don’t happen to have any tylenol on you, do you ?