nothin' makes you frightened

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been a while, hasn't it?
set whenever, doesn't really matter when

title from 'black belt' by john grant













Peters head snapped to the door, his body tingling from his Spidey Sense. He gripped his glass of water tight in his hand as the door started rattling before the doorknob turned and the door creaked open.

A masked person creeped into the room and Peter stared at him.

He sighed and chucked the water at the burglar. The burglar reeled back from the shock of the water and the coldness of the liquid.

Peter then smashed the glass over the robbers head and twisted their arm back.

"I suggest you go." Peter whispered. The robber nodded and started whimpering as his arm started to hurt.

"Please let me go. I'm sorry." The burglar begged.

Peter released the arm and the burglar sprinted out of his flat. Peter sighed at the mess of glass and water on his floor and started cleaning.











—Penguin🐧(they/he)

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