⠀ “Every time I fall, I remember why I can’t stay down.” ↳ #MarvelRP #MVRP #SFWRP ⠀ ⠀ crossover friendly. ⠀ ⠀ mcu/comics portrayal.

“Yea I know…”

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Peter just… stares at him for a second. “…You—wait—you what?” A beat, then he suddenly steps forward and pulls Bruce into a quick, tight hug. half relief, half disbelief. “Oh thank God…

“Yeah. I know what I did was for the greater good.” “But staying away? Acting like they’re better off without me. Like I don’t even get to try… that’s not exactly the easy part of the mission.”

Peter’s smile drops, fast. “…You really don’t do the ‘none of my business’ thing, huh?” He exhales, jaw tightening, eyes glassing just a little before he looks away. ↳

“Did I say four arms I meant you are probably going to mutate into a Man uh spider… I guess. Maybe…”

“Honestly it’s not that bad. Unless we count the four extra arms.

“Yeah… I hear you.” A small nod, more reserved this time. “F.E.A.S.T.’s good like that.”

Just making sure nobody ends up as a headline by morning. You’ve got that ‘something’s about to go sideways’ vibe, and I figured I’d check in before it does.” A small shrug follows. “So… what’s got you pacing alleys like a noir movie extra?”

“Half-assed is kinda my brand, yeah. Full effort usually comes with a hospital bill.” He pushes off the wall slightly, keeping his distance but a little less tense now that the gun’s away. “Look, I’m not here to mess with your night, Cobblepot. ↳

“You too? Must be just going around.”

Peter let out a short laugh, shoulders relaxing. “Yeah… honestly? That sounds perfect.” He glanced over at Miles. “You’re paying, though? I’m not very liquid right now.”

“One reason? Easy. You shoot me, I dodge, you miss, and suddenly this gets a lot messier than it needs to be. Or, and hear me out. you don’t shoot, we talk, and nobody ends up having a really bad night.”

“Alright, fair point. This isn’t exactly a sightseeing tour spot. But in my defense, I do have a habit of showing up where I’m least wanted.” He tilts his head slightly, stance relaxed but ready, voice still light despite the gun aimed at him. ↳

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Peter glanced over, a little surprised, then gave a tired half-smile behind the mask. “Wow, you really know how to make an entrance, huh? ‘Hey spider-man, just casually parked a supervillain like a bike rack, no big deal.’ He rubbed the back of his neck off the car.

“And the pain thing? I mean—everyone’s got stuff, right? I’m good. Totally good.” A beat. “…Good enough.”

Peter lets out a quick, nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah..well uh, ‘Spidey life’… it’s just, y’know… a hobby. Mostly.” His eyes flick away, smile a little too forced. ↳

“Name’s Spider-Man. Big fan of not getting shot tonight, so maybe ease up on the trigger finger, huh? I mean, unless waving guns around in alleys is your new hobby… in which case, we really need to work on your extracurriculars.”

“Whoa, okay, y’know most people go with a polite ‘who’s there?’ but sure, we can skip straight to the dramatic standoff.” A shape drops from above, landing lightly against the brick, hands raised just enough to show he’s not reaching for anything, yet. ↳