[ 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.) ]
That is absolutely not true. I talk about work all the time in a non-nervous fashion. I even went on a date that managed to be incredibly awkward in every single way except for all the work-related chatter.
chatter isn't inherently awkward my brother manages to make puns all the time while chattering sometimes it works sometimes you want to throw him off the top of the closest building
so now you're deliberately misreading me? but also, if you think throwing any of my brothers off a building would actually kill them well, we're all bird themed so
maybe we can talk about it later since you're changing topics at the speed of light like you're competing with supes for more than just his color scheme
look, to be really, really clear, i'm dropping the concern but if you're actually worried, it'd be great to know rather than going off on tangents. sound fair?
[ don't be obnoxious and make a joke here, parker—
is the thought that runs through his mind at that, because that's a legitimately touching response from jason, and it's not necessarily one he would have expected.
occasionally, he's called out on his response to uncomfortable situations — by tony, by johnny, by mj. even by marnie, and it's not something he particularly enjoys, but he also doesn't particularly enjoy acknowledging anything that's a genuine concern.
briefly, he thinks of the time that he'd thought, possibly, that he might have been dying before — okay, before he kind of did die, and his reaction had been a mixture of IGNORE! combined with 'inadvertantly drive mj to despair', and—.
okay, he's aware it's not the best response to have, but he's not sure what the alternative would be. ]
There's a machine down at the Night Market that gives out answers to whatever question can think to ask it.
I asked a couple of questions, payment was to make me feel like garbage, apparently. Have I felt better? Definitely. Have I felt worse? Hoo boy, you don't do this job every day for thirteen years and not spend approximately a week out of every month wondering if that headache's just sleep deprivation or if that guy with the ugly schnozz and a man purse really did throw you into a wall a touch too hard, right?
When I say I know my limits, I know my limits. Not paying attention to them's how I ended up here. Not keen on making that mistake twice.
[ or like, for fourth time. whatever. almost honest, you know. ]
[ a... surprisingly earnest response. it took a lot to get there, but jason knows how it is. he doesn't like it when people pry with him, so the last thing he wants to do is pry if there isn't some sort of cry for help. he just wanted to make sure that wasn't the signal peter was sending out.
he's still not entirely sure it's not, but he's satisfied with that. ]
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and you're being cagey about being cagey.
a cagey inception, if you will.
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I'm definitely not turning into Tom Hardy.
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he doesn't have that memory anymore, because he's an idiot. ]
oh yes. sure.
if you think you can handle it, i'm not gonna stop you.
but you can't blame me for checking.
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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.
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but ok.
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Spider.
Red and blue.
Camouflage isn't exactly my thing.
[ don't call him out on his shit, jason. ]
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but your nervous chatter makes me think i shouldn't
got something you wanna come to jesus on, spidey?
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No.
Tone's pretty hard to discern via text, so:
It's not nervous chatter. It's obnoxious chatter.
There's a difference.
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or about anything besides being a masked vigilante
nervous chatter's the opposite
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I talk about work all the time in a non-nervous fashion.
I even went on a date that managed to be incredibly awkward in every single way except for all the work-related chatter.
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my brother manages to make puns all the time while chattering
sometimes it works
sometimes you want to throw him off the top of the closest building
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Because I hate to break it to you.....
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but also, if you think throwing any of my brothers off a building would actually kill them
well, we're all bird themed so
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Is Pup-boy not intimidating enough?
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since you're changing topics at the speed of light
like you're competing with supes for more than just his color scheme
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but if you're actually worried, it'd be great to know
rather than going off on tangents. sound fair?
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is the thought that runs through his mind at that, because that's a legitimately touching response from jason, and it's not necessarily one he would have expected.
occasionally, he's called out on his response to uncomfortable situations — by tony, by johnny, by mj. even by marnie, and it's not something he particularly enjoys, but he also doesn't particularly enjoy acknowledging anything that's a genuine concern.
briefly, he thinks of the time that he'd thought, possibly, that he might have been dying before — okay, before he kind of did die, and his reaction had been a mixture of IGNORE! combined with 'inadvertantly drive mj to despair', and—.
okay, he's aware it's not the best response to have, but he's not sure what the alternative would be. ]
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There's a machine down at the Night Market that gives out answers to whatever question can think to ask it.
I asked a couple of questions, payment was to make me feel like garbage, apparently.
Have I felt better? Definitely.
Have I felt worse? Hoo boy, you don't do this job every day for thirteen years and not spend approximately a week out of every month wondering if that headache's just sleep deprivation or if that guy with the ugly schnozz and a man purse really did throw you into a wall a touch too hard, right?
When I say I know my limits, I know my limits. Not paying attention to them's how I ended up here.
Not keen on making that mistake twice.
[ or like, for fourth time. whatever. almost honest, you know. ]
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he's still not entirely sure it's not, but he's satisfied with that. ]
fair enough. i get it. trust me.
were the answers worth it?
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That's got to be worth something.
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