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@whitewdow gets a visit from a hurt spider

“ I'm  gonna  be  mighty  upset  if  you  shoot  me  right  now . . . ” Somehow,  the  quippy  exuberance  that  was  prevalent  in  the  webslinging  hero  was  still  present  in  his  voice.  A  single  glance  at  him  was  enough  to  show  he'd  been  through  one  hell  of  a  night.  How  did  he  manage  to  maintain  that  comedic  flair?  Insanity,  probably. “ What's your worst piece of furniture, so I don't feel as bad bleeding on it when I collapse. ”

[text: Y] yeah, might have jumped the gun on hanging the guy upside down in front of the building during your commute.

〔 •ﻌ• 〕 ･ﾟ * º • 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 » @whitewdow ❤︎‬'d my starter call !!

“ Try looking at me with about 34% less caution, know that hard with Tony the viridian tiger talking to ya, but try. And remember to start every morning with a big ol' bowl of Frosted Flakes, theeeeEEEY'RE GREAT. ” When the man he took down stirred, he sat a heavy paw on his chest and delivered a warning growl. Growl was very effective. “ Hey, what's your beef with this guy, anyway? Smells like jerky. ”

"i know," the past never stays buried, that much natasha knows far too well - a fate she wouldn't wish on yelena, but that inevitably catches up to her and chokes her all the same. sitting on the ruins of the umpteenth red room bunker, natasha finds herself at a loss of words. or better, too many words threatening to tumble out along with apologies not her to deliver. we deserved better. we were just kids. the guilt never stops. it's not your fault.

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"Funny how that seems to happen with us." Once again, I'm on a wall in a slim part of town looking for information. Here she is, looking up at me again with the means to find it. "Y'know we've worked together before. I've helped you out, back in my time, and we got out okay. You can trust me again."

“ only  the  ones  i  don't  want  to  remember . ”        they  bury  themselves  to  the  hilt  in  his  memory ,    are  often  the  reason  why  he'd  woken  up  in the first place ;     sweat  drenched ,   rapid  breathing ,   a  dizzy  head  consumed  with  panic .    bob  barely  ever  remembers  the  good  ones  to  the  point  he'd question whether or not he  had  good  dreams  at  all .    there's  flecks  of  memories  here  and  there  that  didn't  feel  harmful ,    but  they're  gone  too  soon  like  a  morning  mist  dissolved  by  the  sun .

@whitewdow sent : [ TXT ] :   i  see  you  typing ...

fuck  fuck  fuck .

Frank didn't want to slow her down, not when they're so close to the target. He just removed his shirt to show her the wound.