[ The clone thing left an undeniable impact on Peter, but in many ways, it's quite far behind him. The void left by Gwen still hurts more, but so much in his tumultuous life has happened that it's almost staggering to just... meditate on it all. Some things about clones do still hurt, like what the Kravinoff family did to Kaine. What their hatred and cruelty brought out of Peter, and drove him to do.
But right here and right now, with Felicia, the hurt falls away. The familiar back-and-forth of her antics, the terminally tempted straight-man that she brings out of him... it's a comfort, second only to avocado toast. ]
Felicia, you know I'm only ever gonna steal back what was stolen first. Remember the egg?
[ Speaking of memories, there's a fresher pain in the ass for you. ]
Okay, fine. Thanks. The whole shebang with the wine glass it is.
[ So he takes the thing and allows himself a tentative sip, not quite sure how one should drink wine. ]
You, uh...
[ He'd gulped it hesitantly. ]
This tastes good to you?
[ He chuckles at his own predicament, taking another sip nonetheless. He might not be a fan of the flavor, but boy is he fascinated to keep tasting it. It doesn't even occur to him to take another bite of his avocado toast, too transfixed in his own wine-tasting. ]
Sorry, I don't go by Spider-Wineo for a reason.
And I'm gonna let the stolen art thing slide... for now. I just heard a guy sold an 18-grand art piece even though it was a figment of his imagination.
[ Which is to say, Peter thinks of responsibility in terms of protecting others from harm. Not so much upholding every line of bullshit passed around in the art world, among other institutions. If he was committed to holding what was legal and what was moral as irrevocably identical, an extralegal vigilante such as himself would've never come to be. ]
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But right here and right now, with Felicia, the hurt falls away. The familiar back-and-forth of her antics, the terminally tempted straight-man that she brings out of him... it's a comfort, second only to avocado toast. ]
Felicia, you know I'm only ever gonna steal back what was stolen first. Remember the egg?
[ Speaking of memories, there's a fresher pain in the ass for you. ]
Okay, fine. Thanks. The whole shebang with the wine glass it is.
[ So he takes the thing and allows himself a tentative sip, not quite sure how one should drink wine. ]
You, uh...
[ He'd gulped it hesitantly. ]
This tastes good to you?
[ He chuckles at his own predicament, taking another sip nonetheless. He might not be a fan of the flavor, but boy is he fascinated to keep tasting it. It doesn't even occur to him to take another bite of his avocado toast, too transfixed in his own wine-tasting. ]
Sorry, I don't go by Spider-Wineo for a reason.
And I'm gonna let the stolen art thing slide... for now. I just heard a guy sold an 18-grand art piece even though it was a figment of his imagination.
[ Which is to say, Peter thinks of responsibility in terms of protecting others from harm. Not so much upholding every line of bullshit passed around in the art world, among other institutions. If he was committed to holding what was legal and what was moral as irrevocably identical, an extralegal vigilante such as himself would've never come to be. ]