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[peterparker]

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"Hey. This is Peter. ...Nope, not actually here to take your call right now. So leave a message, I guess."


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[peterparker]

[Peter assures that Spiders are only scary first thing in the morning, before their Wheaties and mid bed-head. Aunt May can attest.]

Still-? Er, the rash should have gone down by now. If it was a reaction, I mean. You'd be okay now, unless it's an infection, but then you'd have a fever-- probably.

[He's rambling to cover up how uniquely uncomfortable it is to be feelings coaching the guy who just promised to beat your skull in with your newly-freed vertebrae, but okay.

George Stacy is trying to get emotional advice. From Peter Parker.

Stranger things hadn't happened and short of telling the guy to start an 'Anger Management 101' class, he's at a loss.

Filler. He needed filler.]

Stomach thing, maybe it was all the fish. You were pretty hungry when you got here...

Emotional reactions, uh. Stress. Post-Trauma. Ice capade-ians.

Seem to be your leading causes, anyway. [You're welcome.]

[500men]

You're a regular doctor Parker. Genius.. [These are all plausible things however. and he visibly relaxes.]

...Hey. Don't knock fish. Fish is pretty good. [He has been eating a lot lately, but working it all off rather quickly.] And I just died, I think a welcome back meal would be in order although it wasn't hot wings.

Forget donuts. Every cop at my precinct lived at Wings in things. update your book of insults kid.

You're a headache and a half, but I'm glad you're making the right decision to at least consider meeting Mr. and Mrs. Stark. Mr. Stark works for the police too.

[peterparker]

[This is what he gets for trying to help. Backstory, an eyeroll and shoulder pats.

At least the consolation prize is that this conversation has to be over and it's gotta be a mutual relief that they won't need to be having another one...

That is until he hears the name 'Mr Stark'.]

Mr. Stark? Tony Stark?

[Because regardless of if he wants to be pawned off or not, that was a pretty big name in New York. Peter could almost get behind a quick meeting with a genius billionaire, to appease Gwen's father.]

[500men]

[...um. stare.]

...No. They might be related? Stark's here? I know his CEO is. Friends of mine. Ed Stark and his wife.

[all the frowning.] ...Tony Stark's CEO is here. You can meet her too I suppose. See that's what, being a cop is about. Making friends. She met Gwen.

[Because George will always condescend, and there is no more condescending statement.]

[peterparker]

[Peter doesn't bother to hide the roll of his eyes.

Being a cop is about meeting as many Midtowners as possible and then rubbing it in the face of every Alphabet City-ite you threatened to end? Okay, guy.]

Ed Stark. Got it.

So where am I meeting him-?

[Focus, George, focus.]

[500men]

I'll let you know.

Thanks again Peter.

sorry for the delay!

[peterparker]

Yeah, you're uh-- welcome.

[A nod. Whenever is fine. Later is better than sooner.

With that an an awkward wave, he hangs up.]