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"Why are you being so nice to me?" Spot asks, regretting his words as soon as they're out of his face-hole. He sounds so pathetic. He sounds as though the basic dignity of being listened to is something new and foreign, and although that's not altogether inaccurate, it's still embarrassing to admit.

"As a villain, I mean," he quickly amends. "You're a Spider-Man, aren't you supposed to do something about me? Not that I'm complaining!"

Spot himself is in no rush to trade blows with this latest spider-guy. This one isn't his Spider-Man, and Spot's already tried and failed to brush up on his skills against the first spider he's met here. At this point, he kind of just wants to be left alone to test the new limitations of his abilities in peace.

...but sharing pastries with Spider-Man outside the cafe Spot had been casing out isn't so bad, either.

@thwipthwipgo // starter call.

[isolaradiale]

ok so hopefully everything's in order! Here's Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man from Marvel's Spider-Man Remastered! app can be found in the app page or by adding /app at the end of his blog url!

Welcome!

You'll be staying in APARTMENT 304!

You'll retain your WALL CLIMBING!

You'll be given TOY SPIDER MAN WEB SHOOTERS!

Enjoy your stay!

--Mod Lyra

[isolaradiale]

HI i would like to put peter parker here, aka spider-man from marvel's spider-man, on a hiatus please, ty mods!

peter will be placed on hiatus!

– mod pleiades.

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Spot wishes his own Spider-Man were this willing to listen. It had been humiliating, getting beaten and trussed up without so much as a "sorry for ruining your life." Maybe if his nemesis weren't so cocky and rude, Spot wouldn't have to go to such great lengths just to get noticed. The self-experimentation, the holes in spacetime... all that risk, just to become someone worth fighting.

His hands clench and his shoulders shake, but just for a moment. It's fine. That's what nemeses are supposed to do-- push each other's limits, make each other better. Stronger. It'll all be worth it in the end.

"You kinda remind me of the old Spider-Man."

Ohnn picks at his food, glancing between his hands and the hero sitting next to him. He hasn't tossed any bits of pastry down the spot on his face, yet, but he's getting there.

"Everyone loved that guy. ...except my boss, and my other boss, and pretty much everyone I worked with, and also me, but-- but overall, a very beloved public figure! Does that mean you're Peter Parker, too?"

That'd be interesting. He'd love to take a look at the numbers when it comes to how common it is for certain individuals to become spider-people across the multiverse; it's precisely the sort of research he'd excel at if he were still capable of landing a job.

"Ghost-Spider," Spot echoes, his hole scrunching up in distaste. "What'd she say about me? If she was bragging about beating me, it's just because my holes are acting weird here!" Never mind that her powers had been shorted-out, too.

"...Spider-Man. A different Spider-Man, obviously, he... blew up a room, with me inside. I was a scientist. Am a scientist!" He still hasn't figured out which is correct. "We had built a machine to transfer matter from other dimensions into ours. When the collider exploded, all that dimensional stuff got all over me. ...and in me, I think." Ew.

"Everyone else sees me as some kind of punchline. But I have to live with being this for the rest of my life. Do you have any idea what that's like!"

"That's a fair question, I'll give you that." And he wouldn't be the first to ask nor the last, Peter suspected. How long has it been now? Nine years? Nine years of being Spider-Man came with nine years worth a gallery of rogues. Villains, every single one of them. Though malicious they may be, they all had one thing in common: the need to be helped.

Whether mental or physical, Spidey's worst enemies could always trace their roots to just needing someone to help them. Even his most recent foe just needed help, in the end.

"But talking things through was never off the table for me, y'know? Doesn't hurt to try, even when we're throwing punches." It almost never worked, but you can't blame Pete for trying on the off chance it did. Plus, some pastries on the side couldn't hurt. Might even help placate some of the tension. Wait, how does he even eat-- nevermind, probably sensitive information.

"Or uh, holes, in your case. Heard about you from Ghost-Spider. How did this even happen?"