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* SUITWCRTHY PARKER EDITS - 1 / ? 

    She has no clue what the fuck is going on. Falling through a portal and spat out the other end, Angie tumbles forwards and barely manages to land on her feet, letting out a surprised breath as frantic gaze flickers across the city– FAMILIAR…but not quite. There’s something obviously different– where the hell is she?! She figures she might be able to get a better look from somewhere up high, so in a moment’s time, she’s pushing herself towards a rooftop, landing with a light thud. 

   “Where the hell am I?” She murmurs underneath her breath as she pulls off her mask, before dark gaze lands right on another, a crackling noise followed by sparks, before the guy in another suit is FALLING. “Woah! Holy shit!– are you alright?!” Leaning over the rooftop, she tries to get a look at him, completely forgetting that her mask is still clutched in her hand. “Are you okay?!– uh, GUY?!” Might as well make her way down there. 

   Aw crap. . . call me one-brain-cell Parker ‘cause I’m jus-- Gaze cast upward, suit-optics narrow; lips pursing in slight suspicion. ❝No, no,  no,  yeah  totally  I’m--  Hey  wait!❞ Eyes roam warily over the other. Homemade-suit, maskless face, wait. . . were there glasses under there? Head tilting, the kid can do little more than stammer as he scrambles to his feet, ❝Wha’,  where--  you  jus’--  and.  .  .  and  then  the--❞ Hands gesturing vaguely to the girl- Peter all but incoherent. ❝Dude,  you  just  got  barfed  out  of  a  space  hole!❞

   Senses send ripples along his spine the closer he steps. Slight chill as the hair along his neck stands on end. Wait, Peter Tingle? Peter had always been pretty aware of alternate universes, different dimensions- in theory of course. (Never really considering the possibility that any of them would be real.) This is CRAZY-- this is, God! This s’ insane!

For @spiderstarlight

   Things didn't seem like they could possibly get any wilder for the spider, until, low and behold-they do. Peter’s on patrol, searching for something, anything to do. Why do homework when you can jus-- Senses sending jolts along his spine, bright light flashes and a. . . person? Gets spit out of a portal. Brown hues blown wide, mouth slacking beneath the mask, gaze glued entirely to the figure swinging- no, wait, flying through the air. The boy gasps aloud, ❝Holy  shit-- ACK!❞

          She’s already smiling, but the moment Percy hits the fucking woah, and does the finger guns, she starts laughing, leaning her head back and nodding slightly. “Is this the official wack shack initiation or something— we never discussed that! Please tell me we’re all getting sunglasses like that, ‘cause now it’s required, now we have a signature look and pose, it’s already official!”

     “ what mister jameson did was not okay . i want you to know , even if it doesn’t help much , whih newsfront has your back on anything spider-man related or otherwise . ”     after all , peter parker is a child in the eyes of the law ; he shouldn’t have been subjected to such exploitation .     “ personally , i don’t believe a thing that that quentin character said . he seems like an ass . ”     and usually christine is quite perceptive when it comes to others .

   ❝Thank you. . . ma'am.❞ Clammy hands press together tightly as brown gaze studies blue. Relax, relax Pete, s’ fine. The teen wants so badly to trust her, believe she’s on his side. ❝I-- I um,❞ Carefully masking the edge in his voice, Peter offers a fleeting smile. ❝S’ really-- really nice to hear, ‘specially after-- after everything, y’know?❞