“Stark, I can’t fight a kid.”

“I have no immune system against small-person germs.”

“Which one is the yes one?”

“And do you have any Nutella?”

“Hey NERDS! Can you make a Nutella sandwich in space, or do you just eat it off the spoon?”

“I like that I got the weird NASA who sent Nutella to the moon and not the boring one you got.”

“And I’m sorry you got the boring one.”

Her hands moved, like they were spinning discs in the air.

“I’m pretty sure I can web just fine, but I might giggle a bit if we see a seagull.”

But she’d never say all that, not out loud. Not when she could push it all down and choke on it.

Hey, they both had their issues.

“Stealing is bad, unless it’s good advice, then it’s encouraged.”

Slowly getting to her feet, she checked her wobble. -

Honestly? It was nice to talk to someone who didn’t lead with ‘omg, Felicia, stealing is bad’ and get into ‘you were a terrible gf to me and I am scarred’ and end with ‘I want you to be stay at home wife and have babies’. -

“Oh, you’re broke-broke…”

Takes the IOU, hands back the Monopoly money.

Then hands over a few brownies.

“They’re strong. You only need one.”

“You have to pay before I hand any over. Unless you’re down bad, in which case I’ll give you a brownie but never let you live it down.”

"Only get high from your own supply, my dude."

Was also why she'd limited herself.

"On cannabis, they kinda just stopped building webs half way through. I don't know why caffeine doesn't affect us, maybe we just don't drink enough?"

She didn't. She with the organic webs talking to him like he knew what she on about.

But! She wasn't really in the mood to dwell on those sort of thoughts right now.

"Do you need weed-sitting?"

Then she laughed, "WEB-sitting!"

Wait, he didn't have organic webbing.

Her grin was wide.

"It was a NASA thing, wasn't it? They gave spiders drugs." -

Seemed to be a Parker thing, that. All of it.

And that always seemed to drive a wedge between them. No matter which Parker and Hardy, it usually went the same way.

He felt an endless need to give everything he had to society, and she felt a need to give just enough. -

“I don’t know, I’m staying until it’s time to move on. Whatever that means.”

Who knew the answer to those sorts of questions?

“What about you?”

And the sort of ego that was called ‘problematic’ in a female.

“But it’s ridiculous, you know. Thinking that you owe something to the entire world and have to do it all, or you’re doing nothing.”

Eh. She shrugged. It wasn’t her business. -

“Of course it’s self-inflicted, it’s always self-inflicted.”

Had her eyes rolled? Yes.

“I think it’s a Spider thing. This heavy weight of morality suddenly drops onto your shoulders. And you lot were way younger when that happened. At least I had some life experience first.” -

Her grin was wicked now. Teasing.

“A nice cup of tea and some exercise?”

Her shoulder bumped his.

“Yoga. Have you tried yoga?”

“I’m not a rare gem, I’m just me. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.”

It just wasn’t enough for some people. And trying to force herself to fit in a box had, well, almost killed her. In a very literal sort of way.

“Have you tried not being depressed? A bubble bath.” -

Her mask hid the side-eye she gave him, but it didn’t hide the wry smile.

“You don’t look a day over forty, hon.”

She had no idea what age he was, and honestly didn’t care. Though the younger versions always annoyed her somehow. He seemed to be avoiding that so far. -

“Fair enough.”

She had a corner, needing to keep a somewhat clear head.

“I didn’t think I’d be sharing them with another Peter Parker. But here we are.”

“The last one went off on one about not doing drugs, and the one before that… I don’t want to talk about that mess.”

It really was! And so was the book.

She was a book fan before the movie fan. But hell, Ryan Gosling.

“You know you can talk science all you want, I don’t understand all of it, but I do like the words.”

Passing him the tub of brownies. Good, strong ones, too.

“Glad to hear you’re keeping busy.”

But she wasn’t swinging after her variants. They could look after themselves.

And she didn’t care enough about them. Or anyone, really.

“See you around!”

"Is it Power Girl?"

Nah, she'd hate to step all over his ego. It seemed important to him to be tall.

"That's crazy, do you all compare all your stats?"

"Who can sling the most webs, who has the widest arc, who has the stinkiest costume, where to buy dancing belts in bulk."

Nope. They are the same height.

Deal with it.

"I don't know, do I look like I keep tabs on my alternate selves?"

Don't suggest a fox cardigan....

..don't suggest that it would be hot if he went into space to save the sun

"Cool."

"I got brownies."

// She's dead. Shot in the back in her apartment. Poor Vincent is homeless.

// Fliss is dead and nobody has noticed. Unloved frfr

// drink some water and survive

Fake gagging noises

“I’d rather not. But I tell you what, since I’m feeling charitable, I’ll donate to the cause.”

“What do you teach, anyway?”

“I don’t get it?”

They were the same height.

“Well, one Felicia is missing, and the other is also missing. I think we’re an endangered species.”

She shook her head at the pickle.

“Are enough of those to last a lifetime, no thanks.”