𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘕𝘖𝘝𝘈.ᐟ

" i’ll do ya a solid and keep the fact the intercom didn’t announce you the way it’s supposed to, to myself. " he bargained, shuffling to snag fridge door’s handle, frame bending inquisitively towards the inside. barbecue, pfft. " if you tell me what’s up and why you’re here. " unsure of how well he could get away with coaxing out a heart to heart, he would try anyway. the universe knew how many they’d had before, and who was he if not concerned. packaging in hand, he posted up by the stove, pretending to wait for it to warm. " spill, pal, or i’ll sell you out. "

" what- mh- hell? " disoriented, less cautious groan upon realization. it would seem they had a spider-problem, all of a sudden. johnny didn't bother with the overhead light, saving peter the trouble. " could've called- y'know ... what did- " the room was void of heat, which meant the stove had gone untouched. nose scrunched, illuminated features twisted fairly slow as each cog turned. " oh my god, you did not. "

[ OUTGOING … B❤️ ] - ik i don't have to tell you to hurry but pls hurry. [ OUTGOING … B❤️ ] - the sunglasses and hat combo didn't work. [ OUTGOING … B❤️ ] - and i can't jet out of here without the risk of hurting anyone. [ OUTGOING … B❤️ ] - are you sure about this? it'll be like poking a hornet's nest. minus the hornets. and the nest.

[ OUTGOING … MAYBE: WADE ] - oh my GOD. [ OUTGOING … MAYBE: WADE ] - i was trying to unblock ben, not you. but whatever. [ OUTGOING … MAYBE: WADE ] - you have five minutes. [ OUTGOING … MAYBE: WADE ] - now you have four minutes and thirty seconds. better hurry!

" that’s bullsh- hnng! so not true. " impulsive reply and a hand to his forehead, eyes squeezing shut as he slammed the metaphorical breaks that kept his mind rolling. not all it’s cracked up to be? flying was awesome! it was everything! " sure. 'course. " a ready agreement to stop himself from combatting such a statement, his hand fell back into his lap with a thud. he wanted to help, of course he did. powers or not. head tilted to meet robert’s eyes, his own a concoction of ache and intrigue. " scans? what kind'a scans? like- experiments? "

[ OUTGOING … KIRA ] - i'm coming. [ OUTGOING … KIRA ] - five minutes. [ OUTGOING … KIRA ] - do you need me subtle? [ OUTGOING … KIRA ] - i'm coming i swear. please tell me you're okay and just want to go home.

" mmh? " muffled from pressing his face into pietro's shoulder, his palms splayed over the other's upper back and delivering a few decisive pats. the apology only struck a few chords, rather than smooth over residual aftershock. pulling away, arms went limp in order to fall from around the other's frame. " don't be- it's a good look on you. " a smile, the award winning and well renowned, all in favor of the pocket of time set to the side. " are you alright? you look it- can never be too sure. "

" does it? " brought on with underlying disappointment, a want to do more than just sit; until he remembered less was more. not everything needed to be a stretch for the best outcome. tilting his head forward where it should be, slight angle to the side, he gave their legs a jostle. " guess i forget helpin’ doesn’t always have to be some big song and dance. " partially distracted, he reached beneath grease-saturated cardboard, the surface of his hand acting as a new pizza stone. " if ya wanna talk it out, though- i won’t stop you. i’m not too bad’a listener. "