#spiidcr

“Do I look like the fucking bartender to you? Get your own damn drink.” They’re at a party, after all. It isn’t hard to get his own drink if he really wants it that bad. Who the hell is this guy anyway? Billy doesn’t remember seeing him around. Then again, he’s the new kid who focuses his attention on mostly women and whatever else gets his attention. Guess this guy hadn’t gotten his attention yet. “There’s plenty of it.”

+ “ Listen, I already know it was stupid to try and get so close to what was going on, ok ? “

Castle groans when he starts to come out of his blacked-out state, being greeted with a pain so intense his teeth ache and part of him wishes he could go back into the pleasing darkness that had been over him a few moments ago. It isn’t until he hears the relieved sound of a voice echo off the walls surrounding them, it takes a few moments for him to recognize the voice, wonders if it’s just the one who put him into this mess. He tries to move but barley can, his wrists are restrained behind his back so he has to use his shoulders and upper body strength to try and get himself to sit up. “Pe-Spidey?” Frank questions in caution that the other had gotten snatched up while in his costume as he tries to look through his blurred vision to try and see the brunette, the situation getting that more serious knowing he wasn’t alone. Frank could handle torture, has done it before but Peter… torture was different then blows and injuries from a fight. He can barely make out the other in the moonlight shining through the barred windows of the room, his stomach churning at the sight of the bars before he turns his attention back to looking for the spider. “Do you know what happened?”

“YES I JUST BIT YOU, Peter how could you LEAVE me there?! I said I was willing to help, but how can I when you WEB MY HAND TO THE LOCKERS. It took them an hour and a half to free me Petey, they’re gonna think Spider-Man is BULLYING me.”

“I still don’t know why you want to get to know me in the first place underoos.” Frank still doesn’t believe he deserves good in this world but the fact Peter is so persistent, He’s the chance he will get some bit of happiness back in his life and while he doesn’t want to open his heart, already has started to let his feelings escape, he just can’t stop himself from spewing things to Peter. To stop himself from trusting the spider he thought as a bit of a punk at their first encounter. He chuckles and nods his head as he makes his way to his fridge if they were going to play twenty questions he was going to need a beer. “I do like music, it’s one of the things I do enjoy. I like rock, metal, used to listen to a lot of ac/dc cd’s while I was serving. Music helped keep our spirits up.”

OF COURSE YES I CAN’T WAIT FOR OUR THINGS TO TAKE OFF AFTER BLABBING OVER ALL THE THINGS

“Peter, hello. Earth to Peter?” Eddie’s voice is calm except for the slightest hint in amusement at the exhausted look on the spider’s face where he finds him hunched over his dining room table working on some new gadget he assumes for his time in the city as a hero, the spider was always working on some little project when he could fit it in and by the looks of it, he’s opted out on sleep in order to fit this project in. “Okay, I know I stay up for days, weeks on end but I have an alien who produces what I need for that to happen. You, you are still a normal boy beside your bite. You’re going to get yourself killed if you don’t sleep and I refuse to let that happen so we’re taking a nap at the very least. C’mon, tools down and get your cute ass into that bed before I make you.”

Adrenaline is still racing through her body when he shows up to check in on her, they had to split up in the end, the police couldn’t get the chance to lock her up to, and she’s cleaning up the graze wound on her cheek that is still slowly trickling blood. Peter’s hovering over her in a second and it warms her heart how much he worries, she doesn’t deserve him or his kindness, and she’s barely paying attention to his worried filled words as he cleans her up. After a few moments, she reaches up and lets her fingertips ghost over his chin, cheek, temple before she’s tugging off his mask, she needs to see his face, see he’s really okay. And as soon as their gaze meets she’s leaning in and stealing a passionate kiss, a kiss that she’s trying to pour all her feelings into so she doesn’t have to speak. Not yet, just not yet.