( the little guy has the audacity to beam
up at him . that hand nearly covers
his whole shoulder . )
fuck yeah , man . call me if you ever
need a real spotter at the gym .
( awkwardly patting fabi’s shoulder, feeling a little meek and embarrassed now that he’s back on solid ground. )
Fine. You win. You are strongest man in world.
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oh , relax ! i don’t need to look through
your files .
( he will definitely be looking through
its files . he’s always been too nosy
for his own good . )
no touching my webs then , alright ?
would hate seeing you get * stuck .
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not worried about the pipe. [ he’s a little * too excited for vert. however, having been cooped up alone for too long has them agreeable. they point to a spot near the window. ]
can sleep there. only one ( * ☝️ ) house rule: don’t go through my files.
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( it’s a shocker it so easily agreed to
that . but won’t look a gifted horse in
the mouth ! head bobs before vert is
even done speaking . )
i’ll make my own little nest . i’ll feel
right at home , yeah ?
pipes fixed during the morning , working
all night .
who says i don’t ?
( his turn to suit up . mask and gloves
dug out from his pockets , shoulders
rolling in preparation for. )
i’m gonna be sleeping over for a few
nights . i’ll stay out of your way .
why not ? not hard .
[ why is it so shocked ? his whole
schtick is helping the people of his
city — well , ;district , but that’s not
the point . )
i played a gig there once . it was pretty
fun . really crowded .
can i help ?
( would be easy . no mere civilian can
outrun a mutant . and vert is like a
roach — never stays down — but it
feels more mortal than it pretends .
kneeling , finger points to a paper
higher up . )
i know that place . people go into the
bathrooms +
( bummer . he thought at least * vert
would be more aware of the vigilante .
seems not . careful steps follows ,
hunched over to scan the papers . )
ah . super common . weird little
disappearances ? sometimes they go
and cheat in stores .
you think spiderman would lie to you ?
or even need a * first aid kit ?
( there ! out in the open now . he flashes
a fanged grin and nudges vert back . )
what’re you working on ?
( papers ? dark lenses help filter his
eyesight to focus : names , numbers ,
and address ? hm . . . )
yeah . should have told me sooner .
( the crawling continues , gloves slipping
off and dropping to the floor along the
way . )
wash your shit ! mold all over . . .





