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   frazzled, always frazzled these days, peter scrubs a hand through sweat-stiff hair like that’s going to help with the mess his mask made of it today.  definitely not going to shake free all the plaster that ended up in it, his hair after the last spider-man jaunt. he’s late, because peter is always late.  he glances at his watch, the half-busted face is taunting him.  seventeen minutes.  that’s pretty close to jack-ass levels of late.  whoops.  again.  he skids to a halt, finally, when he reaches his destination.  “ i am so sorry i’m late.  you’ve still got time, right ?? ”

   “Clearly,” Scott began, running a tired hand over his face.  Careful not to disrupt his glasses, of course.  “Clearly, you have some very strong feelings about this.”  The tone of voice was his most diplomatic, reserved for disputes involving weapons of mass destruction, or those involving controversial pizza toppings.  “All I’m saying,” he pressed on, “is I don’t think we’re going to come to an agreement until tomorrow.  You don’t agree?”  Scott has hardly looked up from the stack of papers in front of him the whole exchange.