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[declaw]

YOU JUST MISSED ME.

Bad luck, right?

You've reached Felicia Hardy. Leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you. If you're lucky.

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Voice.

[quipsandthwips]

[There's a grunt, a struggle to move that fails — the sounds of someone totally trapped in place by something.]

Cat?

Heeeey, it's — uh. It's Spider-Man.

Okay, just masked at the moment, but I kinda — need — help —

[Is every single one of those punctuated by a huff, like he's trying to yank himself off of something?

... Noooo.]

[declaw]

[ You sure that's what it sounds like?

That's certainly quite the call to get. A first, she's unnerved — but Felicia is a petty little girl and — ]

I'm not helping you with that.

[ She thinks it's a booty call. ]

[quipsandthwips]

What? No, no, not...!

How does this keep happening to me—

[He clears his throat.]

I'm stuck.

...

On my ceiling.

I was crawling off to go on a patrol and I just... stuck.

[declaw]

What the hell do you mean "stuck"? You don't just get stuck on a ceiling.

[ Jesus. ]

Did you try just... like, relaxing?

[ Is that how Spider powers work? ]

[quipsandthwips]

... Felicia, I've been Spider-Man for eight years.

This hasn't happened since year one!

[He grunts again, clearly trying to pull himself free.]

I — uh. I can't even pull the wall off with me. Something screwy's happening. It's like — my powers're — going haywire...! My spider-sense keeps blaring every time my phone makes a dinging noise—owowow!

[declaw]

Jesus, no matter the universe, you're such a pain in my ass. Stay where you are —

[ Uh. ]

I mean, unavoidable but just... don't break anything. Where are you at, Spider? Going to have to compromise that oh-so precious secret identity if you're stuck in your crib.

[ Honestly, their little awkwardness in that regard was pretty... much the reason why she drops the bullshit and gets serious. Sure, it'll be hilarious to see, but... ]

[quipsandthwips]

[He laughs shortly.]

Yeaaaah. Sorry 'bout that. I definitely broke a lamp already, but I'll stay still. Pinky swear.

[A pause, thoughtful, careful.]

I might've already met you without the mask recently, if my foggy memory serves correctly... and if there's anyone who can get me broken out of something, I think I'd trust you with that more than just about any one.

So, uh. I guess I'm willing to take the trust plunge.

... Not literally, I really don't want to fall on my face from up here. But metaphorically.

[He sends her the location to his townhouse.]

Just don't make fun of my messes.

[declaw]

...Oh. You're —

[ NOT HER PETER? I MEAN, the baby version? Look, whatever. She was right. So she doesn't divulge it. Just... play it cool, no big deal. Peter Parkers came in all shapes and sizes, but at least she was right. Not about teeny, though. For now, she'll start packing up a little toolkit she stole from the hospital and gathering her things.

She'll get to his place eventually. ]

Look. Not like you have any other options and you called me for a reason. Regardless of this awkward back history, I like to get things done. Call me ambitious. The least you can do is let me make fun of your messes — because I'm going to anyways.

I'll be there in a bit.