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"…well in our defense? Look at your old costume. You thought that was cool." Felicia grinned, reaching up to poke his nose. "And don't even think about pouting, Spider. That thing was a hot mess and you know it. Now, what's on the agenda for tonight?"

     Pulling away from her, Peter let out an exaggerated groan as he reached over his shoulder and rubbed his back. "Recovering from your abuse, to start. And then… well, same thing we do every third night a month, Cat: try to keep people from taking over Manhattan. Or at least whatever part of it Gwen sends us to play guardian angel for tonight."

     Felicia let out a throaty chuckle as she closed the distance between them again, wrapping one leg around his waist and letting her body swing around behind him before reemerging on the other side in a way that left Peter with a sudden, intimate understanding of what it was like to be a stripper pole. "Only you, Spider." Peter raised an eyebrow as she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled up against his chest again, which evidently produced enough movement to be noticeable even with his mask. "Only you could take something as exciting as swinging between skyscrapers as we run around fighting crime and make it sound so… boring."

     "Well, I have been at this for longer than you have, you know. After a while, it stops feeling quite so exciting and becomes… well, my nightly routine. Get dressed, head out, hook up with you and the girls, fight crime, swing back to the dorms, study for tomorrow's classes." Peter blinked. Huh. She was right. When had he managed to take a gig where he routinely fought supervillains and turn it into something so monotonous? Maybe he needed to get a better class of villain?

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