She knew. She knew! Okay, she didn't know know, because she thought he was just some other Peter Parker (oh god, there are other Peter Parkers? Did their lives suck as much as his?). But she was still way closer to knowing all of the secrets he'd tried to keep back home. He wasn't ready. Not for this.
"Right. I guess," he said, laughing weakly. So all he had to do to convince her that he wasn't Spider-man was...to not try to fight, and sit back while everyone in this universe died. Great.
And he was really glad she was starting to show him some knife moves, because god he really needed a subject change about now.
"Aren't knives meant to be really bad for throwing?" he asked, trying to imitate her hold and stance. It felt rather strange trying to do something specific like this, rather than just...doing whatever came naturally like usual.
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She knew. She knew! Okay, she didn't know know, because she thought he was just some other Peter Parker (oh god, there are other Peter Parkers? Did their lives suck as much as his?). But she was still way closer to knowing all of the secrets he'd tried to keep back home. He wasn't ready. Not for this.
"Right. I guess," he said, laughing weakly. So all he had to do to convince her that he wasn't Spider-man was...to not try to fight, and sit back while everyone in this universe died. Great.
And he was really glad she was starting to show him some knife moves, because god he really needed a subject change about now.
"Aren't knives meant to be really bad for throwing?" he asked, trying to imitate her hold and stance. It felt rather strange trying to do something specific like this, rather than just...doing whatever came naturally like usual.