Requested by Anon (Dialogue prompt) “I may need your help”
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“Hey (Y/n).” Peter’s voice echoed through the phone once you picked up.
“How are you?” He asked, trying to make it seem like it was just a normal conversation.
“Good thanks. How are you?” You asked, leaning against your bedroom wall.
“I’m good. Good. Well, actually listen. I was experimenting with something and I.. I may need your help.” He stopped babbling abruptly and you could almost ear his sheepish grin through the phone.
“Oh god. What have you done this time?”
“Hey! I’ll have you know I am very responsible- Ah!” You heard a dull thud and curses through the line.
“Peter?”
“I’m fine! Just, please come help me.”
“It would be nice if you explained the situation.”
Peter sighed, “I’ll send you a photo. It will sound ridiculous if I explain it.”
“Alright.” You laughed, “I’ll be round soon.”
“Thank you, (Y/n).”
You hung up and were immediately greeted with a photo of Peter apparently stuck in the top corner of his room with his hands glued with webs. You had no idea how he’d managed to take the photo.
When you knocked on the door to Peter’s apartment, Aunt May greeted you.
“(Y/n)! Peter didn’t tell me you were coming around. Come in!” She held the door open for you. “Did he text you to come around?”
You nodded, “The power of modern communication.”
She laughed and led you to Peter’s room.
“Have fun studying.” She smiled, leaving you to knock on his door.
“Come in!’
You opened the door and were confused for a moment as to where he was. But then you saw him in the corner in line with the door, firmly stuck to the ceiling.
“You alright?” You asked, stifling a laugh.
“Yeah of course, it’s not like I’ve been stuck here for like an hour and I’ve lost feeling in my left leg.” He winced, “Not at all.”
You laughed, dragging his desk chair over to the corner so you could reach him more easily.
“And who’s fault is that?”
“I was just trying to strengthen the web formula. I did it.” He grinned while you pulled out a pocket knife, trying to cut through the string.
Peter chuckled then, “I tried that.”
“What should I do then?”
He glanced around the room, flushing slightly red.
“It should wear off after a while. Especially if you put some water on it. I was kinda hoping you could just.. uh.. keep me company until then?”
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