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“You’re WHAT?”
“You think you get to hog all the superpowers? Nuh uh.”
“I don’t- I-“ John stammers, black eye rapidly shrinking and dilating with confusion. “Out of EVERYONE in New York-“
“I’m an arachnologist. Who else would it be?” Your mask is in your one hand and the other’s propped on your hip. He’s pacing the room.
“What are we gonna do? You’re my sworn enemy! At least… one of them.”
“M’yeah.”
“But you don’t know about the spider society? Not at all?” He retorts, pointing a finger at you accusingly.
“Not in the slightest, no. Maybe our universe is… off limits?”
“Seems like a plot hole.” He chuckles. “Hole…”
Despite looking so alien, you could see the Johnny you once knew inside of him. The way he stumbled over his own long limbs, the way he spoke, ( the way he fucked )….. just with different packaging.
“Maybe we can work this out.” He holds a hand out to you, waiting for a shake. “Whaddaya say?”
You grasp it firmly and shake. “Deal.”