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"Um..h-hello?"

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"Psssst. Your fly is down."

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"What do you mean the wig isn't helping me blend in?"

[galaxysmashed]

"How did you even get up here?"

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"Nuh uh, it's not breaking and entering! The door was unlocked."

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starter for @goddamnmuses 

After finally gaining the nerve to knock on the door, (honestly, she should have rang the bell downstairs, but someone coming out just let her in without question) Teresa almost turned and ran. She was still far too anxious about what she was going to do despite the months of planning. It wasn’t like she tracked down long lost family members every day. 

The guy who opened the door looked a lot younger than she expected. It made her wonder if she had gone to the wrong door. At least if this was the wrong place, she’d get some extra time to think things through. “I’m sorry to bother you so early in the day, but I’m looking for a Peter Parker.”