#spider-thieved

❝ is something wrong? ❞ - For Flash Thompson.

"I started thinking about the infinite number of alternate universes out there with an infinite amount of Spider-Men/Women/People in them." Flash paused for a moment, rubbing at his eyes as he pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"Then I started thinking about all the different versions of me out there and I had to lay on the floor for a bit." Another pause, tossing his hands up in the air.

One Felicia Hardy in his universe was bad enough, and the version currently flinging quips at him had evidently been making herself at home in the classic Hardy fashion with enough enthusiasm for the both of them.

"I'm not concerning myself with what you got up to before you landed here, I'm talking about how you're screwing up my city and my universe. If you don't cut it out, someone's going to catch you eventually. Maybe me, and I don't have the same weak spot around your pretty face that certain other folks do."

It wasn't a great threat, since there was little he could do if he caught her anyway short of turning her over to someone else and washing his hands of the thief, but he felt compelled to deliver it anyway rather than letting her words go unchallenged and suffering through more jibes.