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( when he first signed up to be a member of ALASTAIR — and signed up was a strong word for coerced to participate — he'd almost thought it all sounded kinda cool. traveling worlds, planets, universes. maybe getting a little closer to feeling like he could be a hero again, after months of feeling like he could make up for the ways he'd failed. that was the idea. he'd never imagined it'd take years. he'd never imagined he'd go through so much, lose so many. after Gwen transferred the second time, Peter told himself he couldn't make the mistake of caring so much that he couldn't handle a loss.

after Stiles left, he was downright determined. all his hopeful thoughts of loving being worth it felt really hollow in the loneliness, even though he could rest knowing that Stiles had gone home to his dad and his best friends and a pack that'd do anything to protect him. surely, sooner or later, Peter would go back home, too. right?

at this point, though, he hopes that doesn't happen before Maya does. she's the last man standing, which is a pretty raw deal for her, all things considered. he's back to the rather unhealthy tendency of just one support system, though it's easier when they have an entire team's worth of people capable of supering. he doesn't have to hide that, yet he still hides a little. who he is, how much he can care about others, because there's only so many times he can love and love and lose and lose and lose.

he's survived it how many times now? Maya will be his last goodbye, that's a promise.

it hasn't happened yet. they've gone on more missions than can be easily counted, they're still slogging through, the missions that kick them in the gut as much as the one that earn fond smiles when they look back. at least they have each other, right? the last mission hadn't been heartbreaking, just long. he's glad to be back in Oska, even if walking the halls has a habit of making him miss faces he doesn't see in them anymore. they're heading down to dinner, because of course they are, one of the few things that hasn't changed is that both of them can put away almost more food than the magically generating kitchen can provide, when he feels the warning tingle, just at the back of his neck.

he reaches out to grab her arm and try and stop her before its too late, but the mistletoe, the stupid magic mistletoe, already has them trapped. it's almost like it's laughing at them. ) It's July, ( Peter tells the castle in exasperation, but as always, the walls don't have an answer. he looks a mix of sheepish and uncertain and something neither of them should try to decipher when he looks down at Maya. ) Look, we can just comm someone to pull it down.

( easy. no big deal. it's not an issue. they can wait five minutes, that mistletoe doesn't have to win. it's not that Peter can't imagine kissing her — actually, that's sort of the problem. he totally can, which is exactly why he shouldn't. )

[One night, Daredevil and Spider-Man showed up at the same gang hideout. It wasn’t planned, and by the time Matt realized there was another person fighting some meth dealers two floors up, it was too late.

They talked for a few minutes, before either of them ran away (rather, shimmied up a fire escape and websling’d away) before the cops showed up. Matt wouldn’t be able to remember their conversation years on into their friendship (whatevership) but he knew he was probably not very nice to Spider-Man that night.

It happened a few more times, with Spider-Man taking most of the city under his watch. He would end up in Hell’s Kitchen. Matt was unreliable, he took breaks from being Daredevil, to either heal his body or because he thought this was it this time. Spider-Man was always there.

It was an early evening when Daredevil arrived to the scene of a shooting. It was a small family that was mugged before executed. And Matt was pissed. He crouched on a parapet and listened from a distance. Then he heard that familiar heartbeat. Spider-Man. Except… the only person coming onto the scene was a gangly kid wearing a jacket in warm weather. He had a camera and a cockatiel’s hair.

But Matt didn’t know that.

As the man (spider man variety) walked away from the scene, Matt jumped down behind him and called out,] Spider? [He refused to add the man part to that.]

okay harrington, i don't need a stopwatch to figure out i can last longer than 20 seconds

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no way. any girl can be princess leia if they want to be. if you ever need to woo a nerd, just put the buns on and call the guy of choice a scruffy looking nerf herder. 99.999% of success. unless they like star trek or something

and i am gonna pretend you didn't say that because i can't actually intellectually fathom a negative opinion on the classic leia look. though i will give you she was way hotter on Endor, which is a controversial opinion

( he went in HOT on the nerd there. oh well, Bridget had to know what she was dealing with. he disguises it a little with the aloof skater schtick but he's definitely a nerd. the glasses give him away every time. )

his personality leaves a lot to be desired but is his hair really that bad? the job isn't that great but at least it is a job and pays ok if i get the exact picture of spider-man he's looking for

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um, no reason. drunkenly talking about photography, that super tracks. did i ask to take your picture, too? i am sorry in advance, i swear i'm not a creep.

( also, note to himself: check his camera and see if he ended up taking some without permission. he's wont to do that, too, and would at least feel a little bad if he snuck one in. )

i don't know that many super nice places, but good places i've got covered
being the first person you go out with is a little bit of pressure but if you wanna go i will try to be worthy of that responsibility

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harry i was literally a tree and somehow still managed to just stand there shellshocked and completely forgot my branch choreography. not like it was complicated, it was basically just wave your arms a little

you didn't miss anything. i promise. i think that tape is like the ring, you'll die in 7 days if you see that level of childhood embarrassment. and i kinda like you living, so

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you're almost better at this hipster thing than i am?? i'm actually impressed

okay, if i get a glasses cord, you better help me pick one out, so it can be appropriately ironic but still artisanal

idk man let me live

papaya

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