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I like how you make bad decisions late at night. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Like a foot misses between-the-toes fungus.

Though you're a bit behind with figuring out what, exactly, is happening back in my world, aren't you? Not that I really blame you. America going to hell in a hand-basket isn't exactly new, but crossovers are always hard to follow. Maybe you should catch up sometime. And finish making those icons you said you wanted to make.

I'm not encouraging anything else, just--... It'd be nice to know I'm not going to be forgotten again.

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Sometimes. But other times the comfort sets in. [ HOWEVER-- ] That doesn't mean alternatives aren't being considered, but I think I've gotten rusty on the whole thing.

Woah, woah, wait. You might actually be going somewhere? Where?

Don't sound so surprised. [ Rude. ] It's this place on a spaceship, At- something; ordinarily I might object, except... it could be worse. Probably.

What about you? Any plans?

You're going into space? Dude. [ torn between WOW THAT'S AWESOME and WOW I WILL SOUND LIKE PETER IF I SAY THAT ]

No. Well--maybe. Nothing definite. She wants to put me somewhere, she just doesn't know where. Or if it's a good idea since she's "trying to stay away from impulse apps." [ finger quotes get ] If the urge is still there in like a week I'll probably end up someplace.

Don't get too excited. I'm almost positive it's a "total apocalypse" situation, and I'm already missing regular fresh air. Besides, nothing too definite here either.

Maybe you'll get lucky--

Er, which is it you're hoping for?

Apocalypse, aschmocalypse. That happens like every six months back home.

Uh... weird as it may sound, I kinda want to go somewhere. I'm not a big limbo fan. Nor am I a fan of going back home.

You're right, I should consider myself lucky I've only had to deal with the usual kind of disaster and dysfunction. The world still keeps spinning.

I don't think it's weird. Home isn't always all it's cracked up to be. Especially if you've got a lot of drama on your plate, right?

Man, the stories I could tell you about crazy shit back home...

Exactly. But try saying that to other people. They just look at you funny when you do.

I've thought the same thing. Would it be a more interesting or depressing sharing experience, though? You know how it is with -- well.

... It might be easier to say that those other people could understand better if they'd been part of the groups we were part of, maybe.

Yeah, I know. And I think it'd probably be some combination of both. Like--weirdly fascinating, but also horrifying and depressing at the same time.

[ she makes a small, amused sound in the back of her throat. ] When you put it like that, it sounds like we were in support groups. Or that we need one, I'm not sure which works better.

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You're probably right. Even without knowing the details I'd figure things can't be that different across space-times... but I'm no physicist.

He's my friend and he means the world to me, but we could probably call it "Friends and Associates of Peter Parker." We just miss out on the "Anonymous."

Me neither. Science is Peter's area of expertise.

I'd be more worried about Peter's guilt complex kicking in than having the "Anonymous" there, to be honest.

He might know. Maybe there isn't any rhyme or reason to it, but you've just got to figure there's something.

Well, he'd technically be welcome to come too.

Thinking about it makes my head hurt. It's totally fascinating, but it's totally a migraine waiting to happen.

Come on, this is Peter. He'd never actually go even if he needs it. [ a beat ] Unless Aunt May made him do it.

Then there's always something, at least one thing that you're going to rather not know. Not necessarily obvious things... even if you can assume someone might not want to hear that they're dead. Or something.

He who probably needs it the most. He never does know what's good for him.

... Yeah, that could get. Awkward. To say the least.

You can say that again. I swear, looking out for him is like a full time job.

... A little bit. How do you really -- you don't, I'd guess. Unless someone asks.

Even if I think he likes to pretend it's the other way around. But he can barely keep his head on his own shoulders.

And then everything is awful until you can figure out how to get over everything.

Ain't that the truth. To both those things.

You can't get over everything, unfortunately. At least, I haven't figured out how.

I guess that's just part of the old Parker charm.

Yeah, me neither.

It's frustratingly endearing, but I'm not sure I'd call it charming.

Emphasis on "frustrating," no doubt.

But of course.

I really can sympathize with not wanting to jump headfirst back into--

[ Hrmm. ]

Sometimes a little distance is best for everyone.

Hear, hear.

[ a beat ]

So how do you feel about having company in your spacepocalypse?

I feel like the more the merrier, so long as it's friendly company.