[ more than once, peter's done exactly what he shouldn't when he's had the flu — once, he'd revealed his identity as spider-man, to gwen and to mj and to harry, and then blamed it on the fever; once, he'd thought he'd been dying or losing his powers, or both; more recently, he'd headed out to find billy connors, curt's son because a family deserved to be a family, and he couldn't have inaction on his conscience.
now though, he knows it's not the flu. the flu's an easy, convenient excuse — it was something to do with that machine down at the night market, although the exact how he's still unclear on. (he's sure doc strange would have a thing or two to say about it.) ]
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now though, he knows it's not the flu. the flu's an easy, convenient excuse — it was something to do with that machine down at the night market, although the exact how he's still unclear on. (he's sure doc strange would have a thing or two to say about it.) ]
I know my limits, don't worry.