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Outcast/Runaway Sentence Starters

Suggested by lxnked-memorxes, who wanted some outcast vampire prompts (the idea has been made slightly vaguer than the original so that others can use it too).

“Have you told anyone? About what/who you are?

“If they find out, we’re both dead.”  

“Maybe we’ll just, I don’t know, run away? Live in the woods? On the moon?”

“Shh! Hide! Someone’s coming.”

“I never thought I’d meet someone else just like me.”

“The down side is, now we’ve got to take care of each other, not just worry about ourselves.”

“I can’t protect you! I can’t even protect myself!”

“You know, if we’re seen together, we’re both going to get killed.”

“I’m not sure what I prefer: being killed or being thrown out into the wilderness.”

“If we found a way to escape, would you consider it?”

“Just act normal. Don’t do anything suspicious, and they’ll never know.”

“I’ve been hiding who I am for a long time. Trust me, you get used to it.”

“Do you know what they would do to me if they knew I was talking to you?”

“You can stay one night. But that’s it. In the morning, you better be gone.”

“You’re one of them. Aren’t you?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re here. But you can’t make a scene.”

“How do you do it? How do you blend in to everyone around you?”

“I already know what you are. Now get the hell out of here before I call for them to take you away.”

“Please, trust me, I’m not like they say I am!”

“They’re looking for you.”

“They’re looking for people like you.”

“You can’t let them find me. You know what they do to people like me!”

“We can’t hide forever, you know.”

“Why are we being punished? Just for being born?”

“I don’t think we’re the problem. I think the problem is they don’t understand.”

“I can prove to you that the rumors are all lies, just give me a chance.”

“We’re not as horrible as they say we are.”

“I saw what they did to someone just like me, and I’ll be damned if it’s going to happen to me too.”

“I don’t care who or what you are, I still care.”

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"I'm not sure that counts as a capiche." Peter countered, frowning a little under the mask. Yeah, he understood what he was being asked to do, but he wasn't really agreeing to it either. That seemed like a pretty important part of a capiche moment. One that he and Deadpool tended to disagree on. Regularly. It wasn't that Peter thought the other was a bad person, because he didn't. He really believed that from some of the times they'd crossed paths or just occupied the same roof for a snack, but he really disagreed with...well the whole killing people thing.

Which happened to be the number one thing they actively disagreed about, every single time. Even after talking about it twice. This was about to make time number three.

"You could always just, you know...not accept to take the job." Peter pointed out, hotdog temporarily forgotten. Deadpool could eat during this talk, Peter could not. In a way he guessed he appreciated the heads up because now he knew that he had to hurry. And also maybe see if there was a way they could hide where the guy was being held so that he didn't get killed. Because of course Deadpool was still going to try and carry the job out, just like of course Spider-Man was going to get in his way. And probably web him to something again to keep him from going anywhere.

"If you knew I wasn't going to agree then why are you asking me to do it at all? Yeah he's hurting people but that doesn't mean he deserves to die because of it..."

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"Ah so you do capiche. Good to know. YES! Exactly." He takes another bite. "That's exactly what I want. Thanks for understanding." A hand is reached out to gently pat him on the shoulder. Oh he's quite aware that they disagree on this, because as Peter says, they've talked about this before. Yet they've never reached an agreement. Ever. And he sincerely doubts that they're going to.

"Listen to me pal -" He starts then. "You're so against killing bad guys - how d'you think your freedom was won, huh? Wasn't by putting all our enemies in a cell - I can tell you that much for sure. These guys are fucking shit up. Big time. They're hurting innocent people. People that deserve their freedom. So - let me give it to them and stay out of it. I'll find a way - sooner or later. And even if you do try to stop me - I'm still gonna try." And he's sure that the other wouldnt expect him to do anything different after the last time they spoke.

"We may have talked about it twice. We also disagreed twice. And now I'm disagreeing with you again. Nothing's changed. I'm not here to discuss it - it's an announcement and a request more than anything. You can slow me down but you can't stop me."

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There wasn't really much chance to ask what Deadpool was talking about before he one, kissed Peter's cheek, and two started rummaging through the trash with his non-stump hand. Neither was a reaction that was expected, both of them at once felt even more confusing. He huffed before getting up to go over, standing just behind and next to the other, "Hey, come on, you have to know that's a terrible idea to go digging around in. You need a hospital before you get-" he stopped and stared at the hand being held. The very clearly severed one and Peter was pretty sure his stomach lurched again seeing it.

He stared at the limb and glanced at Deadpool again. This was officially into Wednesday territory and very quickly approaching Thursday. His list of weird stuff was getting longer by the day at this rate, "....are you serious right now?" he asked, tone more than a little doubtful at the idea. Deadpool sounded pretty sure about it, and okay yeah, Peter could understand not being able to go to a hospital. First hand experience in avoiding those himself. He'd seen the other in some pretty rough shape before and bounce back even faster than Peter did himself too. So maybe it sounded completely insane but actually...wasn't?

It was only about two seconds to have the internal discussion with himself about it before Peter rubbed his hand over his face, "Okay...okay I need you to try, really hard, to be serious with me for like...ten seconds before I agree to this." he said finally, looking at Deadpool again and pointing at his hand and arm, "Is that really going to heal up and repair if I make sure they're stuck together?" a pause, "The webbing will disolve in about seven hours." because if it really was going to work, Peter was willing to do it, but only if it was actually going to work.

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He really has to try very hard not to laugh at Peter's reaction - but then when the webbing is shot at his arm he lets out a very dramatic gasp. "You're a GENIUS Webs!" He steps in closer to kiss him on the cheek before he heads over to the dumpster, using his good hand to push himself up and look into it. "Has to be here somewhere.." He mutters as he's searching.

It's a good thing he heals so fast - because he's also sure that this is unsanitary in more ways than one. And a hazard. God knows how many different kinds of germs are in that dumpster. Not that it's an issue.

Not too much later, a triumphant noise is heard before he hops back down, holding the hand up. "Got it!" Wade grins as he picks a used piece of gum off of it, tossing that back into the dumpster. He places it back on his wrist like he's a jigsaw puzzle and this was simply the missing piece, not a missing limb.

"Can you just web it back on instead? I mean.. no offense to Metro - I'm sure they've got some really fine nurses there but.. I don't go well with hospitals. So if you could just help me get this back in place, that'd be great actually." It'd grow back together in no time like that. He just didn't consider it an option. Not like he has duct tape in his pocket. But the webbing might just do the trick.

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It was still hard to actually gather up the will and motivation to sit up and start to pull away. The couch was plenty comfortable on its own, but so was Harry. Not just for Peter to drape himself on, but just to be close to anyways. The comfort that the feeling brought almost immediately. Still, they didn't always have the chance to actually go out together for a list of reasons. A few times, Peter had been on the verge of sleep by time they were both free, sometimes Harry was busy, and of course there was the issue of the sun being up most of the day itself.

The movement still wasn't easy, but it was still extra time together and Peter was never able to turn that down. Never wanted to.

He'd barely gotten himself sat upright again when he felt Harry's arm wrap around him and slide under him. Easily seeming to find a good grip and hold. Peter looked over and smiled before looping an arm around Harry's shoulders, "By all means, then." he managed, bare moments before he was picked up and, once again, very comfortable. It didn't seem like Harry had a single issue with it either and going by that smile he had, Peter wasn't the only one happy with the results.

And that purr was almost enough to kill any motivation and drive to leave the house. Almost, if only because he knew Harry was still being careful not to test the limits he knew he had too much yet, and they did have plans now to go out for the evening. It wasn't enough to stop Peter from leaning in to kiss Harry's cheek as he was set down though, soft and brief but he smiled after, "Is it? Should I start expecting that to happen a little more often now?"

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Harry had been careful with his new strength, and not too willing to try to flex it: he wanted to know his own limits, it would be smart to, but he was also aware of how just unstable his own nature could be, at least until he fully settled into his situation. And so, he was being cautious, like he felt he was doing with almost everything else, and it would have been far more frustrating if the results weren't visible.

Right then, with Peter on his arms and the feeling of normalcy almost back, only the promise of hanging out somewhere outside could offer him the determination to move... And even then it was a close call.

But he was also curious, and curiosity had always been his doom, as he let his smile widen, fonder, at the soft kiss to his arm. Letting go was a whole effort of will, but moving an arm under Peter, while the other held him close, was comfortingly easy.

"Let's try." He murmured, very much focusing on his strength, on the power he did not reach to because of worry but now he extended just a bit of, holding back a little less.

And then he was siting up and then on his feet, Peter on his arms, and he didn't bother hiding his very entertained smile at the situation.

"Well, it turns out I can." He purred. "And this is very, very useful to know."

Because he let Peter on his feet soon after, unwilling to test himself further, but knowing he had the strength to sweep his boyfriend off his feet for a change was dangerous, useful knowledge.

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Being in the lab in general, as far as Peter was concerned, was a good reason and way to advertise coffee. There were a lot of things to try and focus on and work out, a lot of things to keep track of, and sometimes that extra kick of caffeine was needed. And when that failed, getting to banter and joke around with a really good lab partner and friend was also a pretty great way to do it. Like a break to let their brains recharge and focus on something else for a few minutes.

Today it happened to be aliens, "Maybe they could have reference sheets for it." Peter suggested, giving another push to the counter to continue spinning and looking at Harry. Who was not spinning, and that was a shame but Peter gets it. He would just spin enough for the both of them, "Or maybe flashcards instead. You know, since more of them keep showing up. I mean police and SHIELD and other people have whole databases for cars and stuff, maybe they could have one for FOs that they discover."

Because there had to be a ton, realistically speaking. It was a whole universe, there had to be tons of different kinds of ships. A reference guide of some kind to refer back to would be really handy. Or flash cards, "Think they could tie in the coffee to studying space ships with your friend in the middle of the night?"

|| @inhcritance ||

A decade ago, the idea of aliens would have been ludicrous. Now, it was something far, far more acceptable, between Thanos and Thor and even the Guardians of the Galaxy. No longer a conspiracy but a fact of life, and now a not unwelcome distraction: Harry was proud of his ability to focus, sharply necessary as it had it been and sometimes still was, but the fun of working in a lab with someone else, especially Peter, was the banter, the ideas, the occasional wild, joking ideas.

And Harry had a good poker face under stress. Under humor, however...

"It would be a good way to advertise that." He agreed, leaning back, pointedly too regal to spin on his chair. "And a good way to advertise coffee as well." He went on. "After all, I've seen far too many overly sleepy scientists miss obvious clues."

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Harry leaned against him and Peter let his hand go, only to wrap his arm loosely around Harry's own shoulders. Gently pulling him close and keeping him there as his thumb brushed over Harry's own shoulder opposite him. Reassurance and affection. It was a relief to hear that the rest of the coven were at least offering some help with adjusting and getting control of things. Even more that Harry had known some self defense before the change. That didn't go away, if anything it was going to be just as useful to know. Especially with Hunters popping back up in the city again.

Going anywhere near Central Park, at least at night when there weren't many witnessess, was still considered a reckless and terrible idea right now. A lot of others seemed to realize the same thing. A few stayed clear but others took it upon themselves in groups to try and search the area. Try and make it safe again. The problem with that was that if enough Hunters gathered it was still a risk, or they could simply wait a number of days to give the illusion of having moved on only to resume again later. Their own pack had collectively decided to stay away from it instead.

Peter squeezed his shoulder gently, "You're doing amazing with managing your hunger." he said gently, "I've seen you get better and better at it every day. Don't be too hard on yourself about it." Harry was doing a lot better than most people expected him to be at this point. From the little that Peter knew about new vampires, most would still kept away from just about everyone. Maybe their own coven would approach them, try to help and coach them through managing their newfound hunger, but definitely not humans or werewolves or witches.

That Harry was able to work in Oscorp and that Peter could hold him again already, was nothing short of sure proof that he was doing very well with his hunger. Even if it was still shaky at times, and probably would be a while longer. That didn't make it any less impressive, not to Peter. He hummed and smiled again a little wider, "Unfiltered is the best way to experience it. Otherwise you miss the smell of exhaust and pigeons, can't miss out on that."

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He couldn't deny he was a bit worried about the idea of a fight, especially now. And especially as Peter spoke, and he considered the idea: his first, sharp instinct was to refuse on principle, because he did not trust himself in anything resembling violence... but he also knew it would not be a bad idea. Not when surrounded by people he trusted and cared about, and enough people to stop him if something went wrong.

It also meant that if he lost control, they'd all see it, however, and Harry was not ashamed of being a vampire -the change had been earlier than expected, and out of necessity- but he also didn't want to bring that much attention to it. Not when he didn't want to be seen as a beast, as the reckless, dangerous creatures that were newborn vampires, and he knew he was only welcome to many places and situations because he had the restraint to keep himself in check.

"Not yet." He settled for, squeezing Peter's hand, leaning against his shoulder, ignoring the hunger as they got closer. "Maybe in some time, but... not yet."

He didn't dare until he trusted himself enough.

"I knew how to fight, before the change, just in case." He told Peter. "Self defense, mostly. And after... the coven is helping a little. But they're vampires." He added. "The hunger is not a problem with vampires."

Which was why newborns were supposed to be isolated, not thrown into large companies to pretend they could focus on anything other than blood. Alas, the Osborns did have a certain fame for a reason.

"Let's go get that unfiltered city air." He exhaled, in the end, letting Peter's smile take over his, walking with him, careful as he was.

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She had gone down at the pull but already, she was moving and caught herself on the roof before Peter could try and pull her closer and web her down. He actually felt the pull she gave on the web in return and it was strong. Kraven had been surprisingly strong too. Maybe not super human but easily enhanced and easily dangerous on top of that. That "great hunter" title didn't come from nothing, Peter just felt his stomach churn and lurch at the idea of how the man had gone about getting it in the first place.

Peter had a moment to make a decision and let the web snap intead rather than try and ether keep a hold of Zoya or risk being pulled closer. Looked like she definitely had some of the same skills.

"They aren't prey, they're people." he told her, voice as firm and certain as it had been when Peter had told Kraven the same thing, "They aren't your sport or a game, they have lives just like you and I do. You guys aren't hunters, you're just killers." and real threats, not just to him but everyone else in New York. Anyone else with powers and abilities that made them stronger than the average person. And there were a lot of those around in the city. So if she was going to go after them like Kraven had tried to before Peter proved himself to be worthy of the man's focus? Then he was just going to have to put himself in the way again.

|| @huntcrheir ||

Kraven had sought a challenge he could not defeat, Zoya was very well aware of that. And he had found it. But instead of glory there had been only humiliation, and that was always a chance for those like her who sought recognition, who wanted to prove themselves. After all, if she took the Spider down, she would be celebrated.

And she did not want there to remain any doubt that he had done it through her own skills. Her father had not used the machines in battle, only to track his enemies, and so she would keep to the same rules, even if that meant facing a faster, swifter enemy.

"Oh, but New York is a beautiful place." She replied, turning around in time to see him web her leg, and barely holding the impulse to either pull on it, or grab the web. "Good prey, little competition." She added, letting herself go down with the pull on her leg and then rolling over herself to keep out of a follow-up attack, before stabbing the rooftop to use the sword as leverage, planting her untied foot on the ground and using it to pull her leg back, and either make him let go of it or pulling him towards her instead.

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Okay, the little wiggle that the Spider-Bot gave in greeting was the cutest thing that Peter had seen all week. And if a soft "aww" slipped out that was only because it was completely deserved. The moment was passed after that though to focus on the current situation. The one that was causing more flares of DANGER and MOVE and above all of that was the very loud instinct of MOVEFASTERMOVEFASTER.

Peter focused back on watching what cables were being pulled and broken to keep helping through the warnings. Because staying where they were seemed like a really bad idea, but letting the machine turn on and cause more threat seemed like a worse idea. So stay put he would and do his best to help pull and unplug as much as he could. He looked over when more webs were shot to add to his own and nodded to the other Spider before he kept going.

Below, he could just start to make out the conversations of the scientists around. Some talking urgently and with excitement about a solution to whatever issue they'd run into, and a few softer voices sounded like they were trying to convince them to reconsider. So some of these guys definitely weren't okay with what was being done in the buildings while others were. Peter really wished criminals or other sketchy groups would stop dragging in people who wanted nothing to do with their plans. He wasn't sure how these guys got hired on but it was pretty clear a few of them wanted out.

He glanced down and moved over to another cable to pull out, bracing and giving it a hard tug to get it to dislodge and release. Okay, that was good, there were only two more to go, including the one the little bot was working on. Peter moved to crawl over to where the other cable was, trying to hurry, before freezing at the buzz of warning. He looked over to see a scientist go over to some of the controls to start inputting whatever information they'd settled on.

MOVEFASTERMOVEFASTER--

|| @spiderbalance ||

Some of the scientists were getting more excited, and some were growing more apprehensive by the moment -Peter saw one that kept eyeing the door, and then the armed guards, and was likely considering trying to run for his life- just as the executive's tone turned less sharp, with wasn't at all a good omen.

It reminded him too much of the handful of times he'd visited Oscorp, and then the dozens of time he'd been out there stopping some scientist's bad idea. Which happened way too often, and pointed to a terrible lack of communication.

Not that it helped with the way the danger kept screaming at him, and he held back the impulse to mutter to himself that he was working on it, and doing his best, or at least the Spider-Bot was as Peter worked through the data the bot was sending to his HUD... and then there was the visiting Spider-Man there, and while this Spider-Bot did not have a sound system, Peter hoped that Ganke would already be working on a way to add a multiverse-travelling visitor securely to their network, with all the problems it could cause.

No time for that, however, not as the Spider-Bot began to cut the proper wires, after doing a small dance to greet the other Spider-Man -a short, brief, more of a wiggle, that Peter had programmed during a particularly boring stakeout- before continuing on it.

But it was not enough, and Peter ended up crawling just atop the cables, danger of being seen or not, and when one of the cables started to tremble violently, he rushed to add his webs to the younger Spider-Man's, and saw the cables start to shatter.

One snapped, and that had one of the scientists ask a question, as he worked on the screen in front of him. And then he began cursing, while one of the armed guards hurried him.

Three cables to go, and the Spider-Bot had almost gone through one. Which was good, because Peter didn't want to cause too much damage, not when there was at least one person they might need to send home.

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It was still early into the evening, at least by bar standards. Barely past midnight, the regulars were there but the people looking to go out for the night were only just starting to show up. Peter was towards the back of the building to grab more napkins, they never restocked enough of them up front, when he heard the knock at the door. He glanced back and frowned. Kind of late for deliveries and it wasn't like staff couldn't come through the front if they left a key at home. The napkins were set down and he stepped back into the hall to the back door and unlock it to push open.

He didn't really know what to expect, it was New York and the door did lead to a side alley. It was only opened part way, enough to see the man standing there. To say he didn't look great would be an understatement. The bulb over the door was dull and flickered between really dull and only slightly dull, but even that was enough to see a lot of dark stains on the man's clothes. For about two seconds, Peter wanted to hope it was just someone who was thrown out of another bar with a drink dumped on him. No smell of alcohol, no such luck.

Immediately the door was pushed open for Peter to get a better look. The more he saw, the more he could feel his stomach twist before glancing up at the stranger's face, "....you have exactly ten seconds to tell me why I'm not calling you an ambulance and it better be good." he finally managed. How did this keep happening to him? What force out in the universe decided this was what he needed to keep doing on his breaks?

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Not good. Definitely not good. Not the first time he's been shot - and it probably ( hopefully ) won't be the last either. But definitely the first time it's hurt this bad. The bullet didn't hit anything too important - thankfully - and it passed clear through his shoulder. He can feel an exit wound. Now all that's left for him to do is find something or someone who could help him feel maybe just a teeny tiny bit better.

The nearest place he can think of? The bar.

Honestly - if anywhere they'd have a well stocked first aid kit? It's there. Not the first time drunks would injure themselves. But he can't very well just waltz in.. not with the amount of blood he's got... pretty much anywhere. Though most of it isn't his own.

So instead he heads to the back entrance and knocks hard on the door, just a couple of times. Hopefully someone would be nearby enough to hear it..

Here goes nothing..

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An argument could be made that most being considered "monsters" were just misunderstood, as far as Peter was concerned. His own kind included. Creatures taken as bad omens though, he agreed got an even less necessary bad reputation. Like black cats, or bats, or even snakes and...well wolves, actually. He was trying not to think of himself or werewolves in general in this scenario because they were supposed to be talking about cryptids. Werewolves were real, he just hadn't told Harry that, and just gave a nod of agreement with the observation.

The mention of babies had also already made Peter frown slightly in thought and tilt his head to humor the idea a few seconds. Lizards with moth wings? Wingless moths with scales that could breathe fire? He suddenly had the urge to make some truly bizarre punnett squares. And then make sure Oscorp never, ever saw them.

Instead he grinned and held his hands up, "Okay, okay, giant sized moths and other creatures don't count for this discussion, on the grounds of cheating to make a point. I agree to the terms of the rule." Peter joked before twisting back to lay on the cushions again, "But we should rank Kaiju another time then." he added. Their cryptid list was only two creatures in and Peter was already having fun for the afternoon. It felt like they didn't get many of these chances anymore, he was glad they had it now.

Peter hummed and waved a hand towards Harry before turning his head, rather than twisting again, to see him, "Alright my pick next. And since it's one we would actually be pretty close to, the Jersey Devil. Scary or not?"

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Peter had decided to fully defy the definition of sitting on the couch, and Harry had long stopped trying to pretend he didn't find it as amusing as he found it endearing. Not that it changed the way Harry himself sat, prim and proper and with his back against the back of the couch, but then again at some point the muscle memory was too strong to bother trying to find anything else comfortable, as he glanced at the laptop on the closest coffee table, where they'd opened the list of commonly known cryptids.

From his spot on his cat tower, Harry's old, scarred cat yawned, then turned to lay with his back against them, truly unconcerned by their conversation with the kind of regality only a creature who had seen more battles than meals -up until deciding he was Harry's cat now- could muster.

"If he's a bad omen, he's still not that scary. Maybe even just misunderstood." He considered, mostly joking, before Peter brought up Mothra, and there it was, another point to consider beyond how he hoped Peter didn't fall off the couch.

"I don't want to imagine any babies of theirs." Harry pointed out, with a small shudder. "But a giant moth is almost cheating. Any giant creature could knock down buildings, and end up killing people without even noticing." He pointed out. "And Mothman is not Kaiju-sized, so... second to last place, I say." The first being of course the jackalope.

And it was fun, he thought, to think of hypotheticals, to try and rank creatures that didn't exist. He spent far too much time dealing with the ones that existed already, and had too many scars from those. This, in its normality, in the comfort of hypotheticals and jokes and banter, was a more than welcome breath of fresh air.

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A look was cast over to Harry and Peter gave a small, appreciative smile. It was a pretty big mistake, the spell backfiring, but if it didn't then everything would have just happened the way it apparently had. Or was planned to. Now everyone here had a second chance, and even if Peter felt bad about messing up the spell and getting everyone stuck here, he wasn't upset about that. About giving them an actual chance now. It was the second half of that where the problem was. The new one anyways.

"That's the thing though, everyone knows about me. Beck's video wasn't just here, it was spread world wide. Everyone who has access to the internet and the news knows about him, and what he claimed, about my identity..." which means all of them would, in theory, know about the idea of the multiverse existing. If they read enough about it anyways, it was possible some didn't, and others didn't care about the news, but that was still a lot of people.

Peter kept fidgetting and looked down again, "...Ned and MJ got denied going to college because they're in the news as my friend and girlfried. The schools didn't want it to fall back on them." he admitted softly, "May and I have to hide where we live just to be left alone...it wasn't just my life it was screwing up it was theirs too. And that wasn't fair to them, they shouldn't have their lives messed up just because of my problems. That's why I went to Strange, to see if he could make it so it didn't happen. He couldn't, there was a spell to make everyone forget that I was Spider-Man. But it would be everyone, even my friends and family, and I didn't want that. I kept interrupting to try and make sure the people I wanted to remember would and the whole thing backfired..."

He was quiet for several moments before looking at Harry again, "That's why you guys are here. Strange said I was trying to live two different lives and had to pick one, and the spell backfired and started pulling people from other worlds who knew Spider-Man was Peter Parker into this one. He contained it in the cube thing to keep it from bringing more people but...you guys are here now, and everyone still knows about me, and I guess about the multiverse too."

|| @inhcritance ||

He could not say it was alright, not really: spending the night in a cell was not an experience he had enjoyed at all, and if he'd had a problem with being restrained in the past -mainly after far too many close calls having to break out of webs while fighting his universe's Spider-Man- he definitely had another with cells now, as a matter of principle. Even if he understood the necessity of it, in most cases. Probably even in his, if they'd asked his universe's Peter.

But he could nod, and accept it, because it had not been Peter who had landed him on that cell directly, and there was little point on dwelling on it further. Not when his energy could be better used keeping Peter safe, finding his friend, and curing everyone else.

Because this might have been a mistake, and one that risked the knowledge of the multiverse... but then again, as Harry looked around them, had it really been a full disaster?

"You made a mistake." He said instead, tone gentler. He was not going to lie on this. "And the risk of the multiverse going public is not a minor one. But," and there was one saving grace, and it was not a small one, "these people would have died. They might not, now." He told Peter, offering him a small smile. "And even if it's just one life that is saved, just one, I don't think I could call it screwing up. We're talking about people here. About human lives." And he didn't want the teen to forget that. "We just need to try and make sure the knowledge of the multiverse doesn't really spread further."

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Exactly how Harry was able to fold the glider up and stash it away while it was cloaked, Peter had no idea. But it was kinda impressive that he could in the first place. At least he was assuming that was what was happening, without actually being able to see the glider Peter couldn't really be sure. Between both of them having stepped off of it and by holding Harry's hand he could feel the light tugs of the other leaning over to do something, he was pretty confident that was what was happening.

"Your Jasmine doesn't mind, or he wouldn't offer it." he said, smiling and waiting for Harry to finish. Once it was clear enough that he was, Peter gave a light tug on the hand and lead them over to the building ledge. It wasn't that high up, admittedly. Not to him anyways, but he also tended to stick to things twenty, thirty, and even sixty stories above the sidewalk. Slightly different perspective of what being high up was.

There was a light squeeze to Harry's hand before Peter switched hands again to pull Harry's arm around his neck to let him get a hold. From there, it was easy to wrap an arm around him and lean down to scoop up his boyfriend's legs and into his arms. Very weird with not seeing anything, either in his arms or his arms themselves, but actually feeling the weight that came with carrying someone made it slightly easier, "Okay, ready?" he waited a moment to be sure before Peter jumped down.

Again, it wasn't nearly as high as he'd jumped from before, and he landed in a partial crouch on the ground in just a couple of seconds before straightening again. With a grin, "Now the real question is am I setting you down to hide the glider, or I'm I carrying over to the hiding spot and back again?" he teased. If he set Harry back down, Peter would just take his hand again. Now it wasn't just wanting to hold him that was the motive for it, that was the only way to actually keep track of each other and for the cloaking to cover the both of them.

Romantic and functional, best of both worlds for the current situation.

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It had technically been a joke, and yet that had never really stopped Harry, not as he considered the feasibility of the idea. Mainly because the thought exercise was fun, yes, but also because it would not be the first time a good idea or two came from a joke, even if it ended up being completely unrelated to the matter at hand, or the original joke.

Still, they had things to do, including a secret hideout to check, and Harry balanced the Glider again as soon as it was steady enough he could tell Peter to step off it, not letting go of his hand even as he stepped off himself, careful to keep at least part of his foot touching it before folding it, then picking it up.

He could have saved on the step of folding the glider, but holding an invisible sharp piece of metal sounded like the kind of bad idea he didn't really want to risk. Especially when he knew more than one Osborn out there in the multiverse had died of Glider-related injuries.

Instead, he focused on Peter, even if he couldn't see him: he knew where he was, he could still hear his breathing and his heartbeat, and while he couldn't see his smile, nor his teasing, he could hear them well enough to smile himself.

"Well, variety is the spice of life." He teased back. "I won't say no to being carried just this once, if my Jasmine doesn't mind."

Not if it was Peter, and not over short distances. For everything else, he had the Glider.

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"It's a "this is literally all that's available" kind of thing." Peter admitted, because it was true and he wasn't exactly thrilled about it at first. Kind of got used to it after the first few months and he had to admit, it was really convenient for wearing the suit under his usual clothes too. Terrible in the winter, but at least it could have a coat pulled on over it without too much trouble. So the spandex stayed, and there wasn't a lot out there he could buy more of for a low cost to make new suits out of anyways. And there had been a lot of those over the years.

He eyed Deadpool a moment before dropping down from the building to go over to him. Okay so maybe he couldn't actually bleed out, Peter wasn't going to let the guy set there like a wet napkin if he actually needed help. At least, that was the idea, until the stump was held out for him.

For about two seconds, Peter really did have to just jump and stare at the mangled limb to process that he was really looking at that. As soon as it passed he stared at Deadpool's face instead, "Seriously?! You didn't think to maybe say something about that?" the guy really was insane, he had to be. Peter looked around the alley and knelt back down again. There was suddenly a thwip and webbing attached to Deadpool's arm and it wound several times around the limb. Tightly at that, because the thought that maybe he couldn't actually bleed out? Yep, that went straight out the window and into the trash next to them.

If webfluid was strong enough to hold cars in the air then it was strong enough to be a tourniquet, "I'm getting you to Metro."

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"Really? You're always wearing that mask and staying anonymous so I thought secrets were kinda your thing. Just like spandex. Is that a convenience thing or a kink thing, I can never quite tell... Not that I'm judging.." He's absolutely taking five. He's also feeling a little woozy. Probably because he just pulled a knife out of his brain. Might be somewhat connected to it yeah. He rolls his eyes at that.

"Hmm I might need a hand getting up." Peter couldn't see it from where he was standing - and that really only made it funnier. Because Wade's sure that his hand is currently in said dumpster. He tossed it in there himself after all.

And thus he pretends to be moving to reach out for Peter - but when he does? All that's there is a bloody wrist with the bone sticking out. "If you could actually give me a hand? Be very convenient." Oh this is priceless. Totally worth cutting off his hand for - even if this absolutely wasn't the reason he did. Just a happy consequence.

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There was a pretty solid attempt by Jameson to at least try to convince most of New York that he was a menace and a threat to the way of the city as a whole. Peter was pretty sure no one was making him out to be a horror story but now he kind of wondered how many people he was triggering arachnophobia in on a daily basis. Not that he could do much about it other than stop, which wasn't an option. Peter smiled a little at the hotdog being held up and tapped his third one against it, "Cheers."

He took a bite and hummed as Deadpool started again before pausing and looking over. The mask was kind of in the way but Peter was definitely frowning, "...you're asking me to stop tracking down a criminal who's part of a bigger operation, and to not throw him in jail, so that you can take a hit out on him?"

See, this was where he stopped understanding the other, for a few reasons. The first being that Peter really, really disagreed with the whole killing people thing. Strongly against it. Second being, the whole city knew that Spider-Man had a "no killing" guideline in place and that extended to keeping other people from being killed. Even criminals, "....so, we both know I'm not doing that, right? Like, we've talked about this. Twice." technically those were times where their paths crossed and they had the same goal, and Peter agreed to help out as long as Deadpool promised no fatal or even near fatal shots or stabbings were done.

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"Hm-hm! Besides - everyone's scared of mothman but.... you're SPIDER-man. You know how many people are scared of spiders? Don't hear anyone turning you into a horror story. Well at least not anyone with a clean conscience.." He tilts his head as he lifts the lower part of his mask to take a bite of the hotdog. "Thanks by the way - these are delicious." He holds his hotdog out to Peter. "Cheers?"

Don't think hotdogs are usually used for that-- "Oh shut up." He mutters, glaring up for a split second.

"Speaking of horror stories and clear conscience and all that -" He starts then, taking another bite eventually. Once he swallows it, he speaks up again. "I need you to like.. stop going after that asshole you've been tracking." Another bite is taken. "You see - someone's paying me a looooooot of money to take the guy out? And I don't mean to dinner.. You getting him into prison is going to make that only slightly harder for me. So just leave him to me. Capiche?"

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A small smile was had, under the mask but still there, when Lovebug tried to block the firetruck from Peter's line of sight. She was worried about him, he knew that and appreciated that she did. It was just like how he worried about her when Peter heard that the other vigilante had gotten into a bad fight. Or rather had taken a bad beating from a one-sided fight. Last time he'd helped get her out of the area and treated her to bandages, some pain killers, and ice cream. Because what better snack to try and cheer up after being knocked around was there?

"...Okay, I don't have a good counter for that one. I'm pretty good at being an idiot when I put my mind to it." by some points of view, it would be more accurate to say Peter excelled at it because he didn't think most things through. It didn't matter, he waved a hand to Lovebug to go on and waited for her to have the head start. Mostly to see where they were going. It took a moment before he felt like he could swing after her, but Peter shot his own webs to get back into the air and follow.

The landing onto the rooftop was more of a stumble and he braced himself against some vents to let the world stop spinning so aggressively. Peter pushed his mask up over his mouth to get some more air before sliding to take a seat, "...thanks for the assist." he looked over at her and smiled a little. Tired and lopesided, but grateful.

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"what firetruck?"   she weaves her head into his line of sight, trying to get his attention back without losing her grip on him and dropping him.   "ignore the firetruck. firetruck's fine!"   of course he's thinking about it. bleeding and limping and having, likely, just been used as a spider-punching-bag, and still every spare thought is for worry about the dangling truck that's pinned like a bug caught in a web. but, the need to grab his attention appears unnecessary because he nods and seems to goes along with her.

besides, it's not like lovebug hasn't already grabbed all four of the firefighters and their captain enyo and set them on the sidewalk—a little haphazard, maybe, in her rush, but all in one piece—while spider-man was doing his thing. the nyfd is her family and she's not going to leave them (quite literally) hanging. but spidey's her family, too.

the white eyes of her mask squint into two thin lines, assessing.   "i won't call you an idiot again if you don't be an idiot."   and then her gaze turns to the skyline, she picks a building, fires a webline, and slingshots off the ground towards it, trusting that spider-man will follow like he said.

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They definitely weren't bad at it, they were new but they knew what they were doing. At least so far. The crate of weapons that Harry let him turn over as police evidence were definitely part of the supply Peter usually saw coming from them, too. Which meant they were getting big enough that their supply could be stolen or intercepted in some way. That means they were doing better than he thought, or there were a lot more criminals looking for new weapons than he thought. Neither idea was one he was fond of. He was pretty sure once what the men were up to got out, though, Oscorp would drop them without a second thought.

It was small enough of a ripple that it wouldn't reach the corporate giant, not by a long shot, but it was a start.

Peter was quiet and listened before eyeing Harry a moment, "I was thinking steps a little more direct then the IRS auditing them." that was more the kind of thing that the police could look into and notice. Decide if they got it moving or if they wanted to use that as some kind of bragaining chip for some other information they wanted. He preferred a more direct approach to stopping criminal activity. Like showing up and ruining things in person. Things like that were exactly what made Spider-Man so infamous among the criminal underground.

"They could move suppliers," he agreed, "but that kind of thing takes time to actually work out." there had been a few groups he'd managed to bust up that way in the past. Supplier compromised, looking for a new one, crash the meetup and negotiations party. Peter had to admit, both being lead to other suppliers and just stopping the two on the spot had their appeals. One would set Oscorp back to at least some degree, the other would set it and several other criminal groups back. Ideally it would, anyways.

He was quiet and glanced back to Harry, "...what's your vote on it?" they were working together, that meant they both had a say in where it went. It wasn't just him calling the shots of what to do. And Peter had to admit, it was going a lot better than he'd first worried. The air was a little awkward but could be far worse, and it was almost easy to actually talk things through with Harry. Try to work out a solution and plan for what was going on. He shoved the dull twing and ache at the realization to the side to deal with later.

If this was going to keep working, both for the two of them and in finally having a chance to stop Oscorp, then Peter would deal with it.

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There was a lot of power and pull in those sort of activities, and they were why Harry had chosen them to start building the kind of influence he'd need if he was going to tackle Oscorp and come out on top, maybe not unscathed but alive and with what should be his... or with some vengeance at hand.

"They saw a rise in the profits." Harry agreed, because he didn't need to look at the documents he'd studied to figure it out. "And so far they're not doing bad at it."

Because he had to admit that, they were not running the operation as terribly as they could. But Harry had been taught by the best, if only to avoid a scandal and shaming the family if he lived long enough for that to be a possibility, and beyond his teachers he'd also learned on his own.

"But they are leaving a trail. Not a visible one, if nobody is looking, and setting the IRS on these kinds of operations will not be easy nor immediate... but the extra money is going somewhere." He told Peter, eyes gazing over the pond around them.

It should have felt stranger, he thought, to be there and talk to Peter and skip on the threats and the anger and the bitterness. Then again, Harry had always been good at working towards a goal and setting aside all the others concerns.

"Mot of it will go to the leaders of the operation. Some if it will go to their provider. And if they suddenly don't have access to their supplier," he added, glancing at Peter, "the operation will either collapse, or lead us to the rest of potential providers in the city."

If the 'us' lasted long enough, but Harry won either way: he took off a competitor, he inconvenienced Oscorp, and he got useful information to continue on this hunt... or to start building his empire again.

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