[ Sounds great and I'm totes okay with friend or romantic. I'll probably end up shipping them in my brain anyway 'cause that's the way it works. I'll let you decide. ]
[ Being Spider-man has it's disadvantages. Very few, let's be honest, but they are there. Getting beat up beyond one's own ability to deal on a semi regular basis happens to be one of them. Peter is in just such a situation tonight. Why is it so many things have claws? It's like claws=evil. Okay, so knowing Crookshanks, Peter should have put together that claws=evil beforehand. Moving on...
Beat up. Wounded. Bleeding. Nothing of the good variety. Thankfully spandex and webbing are excellent temporary bandages. However, he's fairly certain he needs help, but not of the professional variety because the professional variety tend to want to blow his cover and Peter has learned (very quickly) that he can't be both Peter Parker and Spider-man to the world. It just doesn't work that way.
However, there's someone he thinks he can trust, someone that can both keep his secret and help out. He's currently clinging to the building outside her window right now. He knocks lightly, but almost desperately, on the window and hopes that she's home, hopes that she hears him and hurries because exhaustion, blood loss and pain are rapidly doing their thing. Clinging to the side of the building isn't something he's going to be able to do much longer. ]
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[ Being Spider-man has it's disadvantages. Very few, let's be honest, but they are there. Getting beat up beyond one's own ability to deal on a semi regular basis happens to be one of them. Peter is in just such a situation tonight. Why is it so many things have claws? It's like claws=evil. Okay, so knowing Crookshanks, Peter should have put together that claws=evil beforehand. Moving on...
Beat up. Wounded. Bleeding. Nothing of the good variety. Thankfully spandex and webbing are excellent temporary bandages. However, he's fairly certain he needs help, but not of the professional variety because the professional variety tend to want to blow his cover and Peter has learned (very quickly) that he can't be both Peter Parker and Spider-man to the world. It just doesn't work that way.
However, there's someone he thinks he can trust, someone that can both keep his secret and help out. He's currently clinging to the building outside her window right now. He knocks lightly, but almost desperately, on the window and hopes that she's home, hopes that she hears him and hurries because exhaustion, blood loss and pain are rapidly doing their thing. Clinging to the side of the building isn't something he's going to be able to do much longer. ]