* PARKER.

⠀ ‘ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 ,, ( BUT ) they forget that -—- 𝐈’𝐌 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐃. ‘ peter benjamin parker. ⠀

sup.

instantly catches and holds tight.

he’s still alive, hey.

waiting for me at the door when i came home. duh.

where was mine ?

hardy.

s u r p r i s e. yes please.

a fantasy ? ?

a dream come true.

34 + 35

dear @HElROFWAR, come home soon.

‘ h - hey ! i wasn’t done. ‘ there’s a mix between a scowl and a pout that forms over his features, hands shoved into pants pockets to keep himself from stealing the helmet back. ‘ why not ? i think i could make a pretty good you. ‘

‘ nope, not allowed. it’s m i n e now. ‘ damn near snatches the helm from the other and shields it with his form, only to put it on over his head two seconds later. ‘ dude —- i’m mysterio now. ‘

‘ wait ——- seriously ? ‘ he’s a little surprised, pete didn’t think it would be that easy.

‘ nevermind — let me try it on. ‘ he’s reaching for the bowl.

‘ sure looks like it. couldn’t you have made a better helmet ? or not have one at all ? why deny the world that face ? ‘

‘ hey, lemme wear the fishbowl — ‘

felix is mine, thanks.