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“I’m not one for impromptu drop-ins, Parker-” The monochromatic spider swoops down from the rooftop, to where his counterpart was, subtly taking in the little dimensional parallels between this universe and his own. In honesty, it didn’t look all that much different than Miles’s, small tweaks to brand names and other things. “If I had known, I’d dress a bit snazzier than the usual getup.”

His spider sense buzzed- as it had the first time- only asking that Pete step closer to the other. It was a natural familiarity, the gumshoe easing the feeling when he’d gotten close enough and had settled it by acknowledging the Spiderman staring back at him was just like him. Luckily for them, though, there was no ( or at least minimal, which didn’t stop him from arriving here in the first place ) glitching that stopped him from getting here.

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when his eyes land on frank — they immediately widen in WORRY. ❛ frank? ❜ he responds, knowing that the mere sound in the other’s voice didn’t mean well. there’s a moment he’s stunned, seeing frank stumbling and gasping — and it’s then he knows EXACTLY what this is. he immediately goes to frank’s side, putting only a single hand on his shoulder to keep him BALANCED. ❛ frank, you’re havin’ a panic attack, okay? you need to try and breathe for me. just in and out. ❜ it’s then he tries to guide him with how he’s supposed to be breathing. ❛ this is TEMPORARY, okay? there ain’t nothin’ to be scared of, alright? not while i’m here. ❜

            Chest feels TIGHT- Feels like its BURNING or someone is wailing on it once more, every breath he’s trying to take comes in short and choppy..Frank wants to fight, trying locating the source of this attack even as his hand is fist’d in his shirt.

Then CURTIS is cutting threw the rising panic with ease, his hand is like a focal point and Frank clings to that. Eyes finding that claiming stare of Curt’s and knows that the man got his back.

     raymond never heard the carnage.  not until the end when he came back. walking up on the sight as the last man took his breath.  standing before him the beast. the man. he didn’t know what to do, how to act.  ever cool headed but now he looks stunned.   his men were dead on the ground and he knew exactly who did it.  he walks over to him. faster then he had intended. reaching out he grabs him by the jaw. pushing him back.  ‘   what did you do !?  what did you do here !?   ‘  he was confused, angry and hurt. he could see it in his eyes as he looked at him.  ‘   why did you do this ! why ?  i want an answer damn it !  ‘ he demanded an answer from him. gripping bloody jaw in his hand. hard. too hard. he didn’t mean too, but it felt good at the time. 

          “Hello,” the blonde begins, back to him, and though she’s not facing him just yet, a knowing glance. “Logan.” her voice coos, but there’s a slight wariness as she turns to acknowledge him.