2 HALVES OF A WHOLE ARACHNIDIOT

and spider-man isn't on the same level of the fantastics? as if. spider-man is everywhere too, even if a lot of it is that bugle paper spouting nonsense. plenty of it is also his face on ice cream bars and on t-shirts and little kid's drawings of him and the people of new york who love him. that's so much more than the glossy covers of magazines and a whole lot more powerful. enough to warrant spider-man's birthday as a big event, even if most people don't know. she tells him as much. "you're spider-man. it's both yours's birthday and the universe knows that, even if people don't." she pokes her head over the pan to take a peak. "and snoopy only adds to it! double power! or— maybe you're right because maybe it cancels out. peter luck verses snoopy equals a normal day." she shrugs. "we'll see. so— what's on the agenda? can we invite snoopy to your party?"

pulling a carton of orange juice out, he fills the mug with what's left -- not much -- before pressing it into andie's hands. maybe she has a point-- as long as the universe knows then what good is hoping for a light day out? he takes a bite of the cheese slice in hand before pinching the corner of a slice of bread to flip it over and put the partially bitten cheese on. the other piece of bread gets pressed on top. grilled cheese. "what party?" andie's far too optimistic if she thinks he's planned anything. he hardly plans as it is-- if the state of him doesn't make that obvious. his head turns to try and make sense of the calendar that's tacked to the wall. the day doesn't have much scribbled on it, but he's hardly one to account for minutes and hours. "i need more orange juice, that's on the agenda. i can probably just grab that on the way back." he doesn't need to say he's going out as spider-man, that's pretty much a given he thinks.

"i don't know.... spider-man's—" her voice drops to a whisper on his name, even though he's standing in his own room with half his costume on in plain view, "—birthday seems like a prime event for stuff like this. you remember the fantastics' wedding?" oh, what andie would have done for an invite to that event of the century. they were the cover of every magazine—susan storm in the most beautiful dress andie's ever seen, johnny storm looking every inch the model, the thing in his dapper bowtie, and mr. fantastic with a grin just a bit too wide that it would have been a little scary if it wasn't so sweet and romantic. and then it had all gone to shit when EVERY SINGLE SUPERVILLAIN IN THE WORLD DECIDED TO ATTACK! she places her hands on either side of her head and backrolls herself off the bed to meander into the kitchen. "so, this might make the cut. or even a fraction of that craziness might still be crazy."

he holds up a piece of toast, turning towards her, "but they're the fantastics! their wedding was everywhere. you couldn't miss it if you tried. do you know how many times i got asked about that by reporters?" peter places a pan on the stove top, twisting the dial to high as he starts throwing the slices of bread in. "it was crazy." he goes to reach for a mug in an already open cabinet, staring into the mug before deciding to rinse it free of dust. "spider-man... that's different because people don't know. it's peter parker's birthday, my birthday, not spider-man's." which is a good thing in his book. it's like having a day off. "oh and snoopy's!"

"like," she flops onto the bed sideways, not quite where peter had just been but not all that far either, with her arms out out in front of her like if she was in the air she'd be flying. how cool would that be? if she could fly? "y'know, our craziness. spider craziness." she rolls over to stare at the ceiling. "have you ever noticed that there's always extra stuff happening on big days?"

he grabs the first tee shirt he can find, dragging it over his head and fighting to get his arms in the sleeves. it's far too warm for him to throw any pants over the suit and he doesn't have any interest in pulling it off in front of andie even if she's more occupied by his popcorn ceiling at the moment. "oh." hand tugging on the fridge door, he's met with the light and cold air and nothing else on the shelves. "yeah, but those are like christmas, new years, halloween big days. calendar holidays." he's lucky to find a couple slices of cheese, plopping the packs on the counter.

watching peter's sleep-addled struggle does nothing to dim her excitement, grin stuck in place even as she shouts happy birthday to a face full of blinds. the world goes topsy turvy and sideways for a moment as she slides open the window and twists herself through it from where she hangs, narrowly avoiding the crumpled blinds on the floor where she lands. they're all sad looking like this. "thought i'd catch you before," she picks one end up with the intention of righting them, but the blinds prove to be a tough opponent—plastic bending and poking and enveloping her from all sides. she drops it back down to the floor with a soft crash and a crinkle, "all the craziness of the day starts. you look cozy!"

he watches her fight the blinds and a yawn interrupts before he can tell her to just leave them be. she does eventually and the crash pulls another groan from him. tiredness aside, he knows better than to just keep laying around with a guest in his presence, even if that guest is andie who will help herself to anything. the sheets come off, he sits up, and he’s still half in the suit. he had half a mind to change out but his face collided with the pillow and that was that. “craziness?” on his feet, he makes his way around the apartment, stopping to stretch every couple of steps. “like what?”