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THE THREE PETERS ARE ODD, in fact that might be a little bit of an understatement. The Peter she has known for years was always a little weird which she now attributes to his spider powers, but there being three of them just makes it weirder. It's like she's talking to three of the safe person, sometimes they even talk in unison.
The trio are standing in a circle with the brunette girl leaning on some of the scaffolding not far away. Their location has already been broadcasted and they're simply waiting for their arrival, cures webbed up all over the place.
"You know, Max was like the sweetest guy ever. And well, Isabella wasn't all evil,"
The brunette scowls at him, throwing a small ball of magic in his direction which he only just dodges. The teasing smile that appears on his face moments later makes that scowl fall rather fast. She shakes her head and looks up at the youngest Peter who seems to be looking out at something.
"Liking the view?" Isabella asks him quietly, causing him to look over. Her gaze is inquisitive, as if she's trying to get inside his head which she could probably do.
"Just thinking about what will happen if this doesn't work," He admits sheepishly and a soft smile pulls at her lips.
"It'll work. There's us two and then the other two who– what are you two doing?"
Isabella watches with her hands on her hips as the taller Peter looks like he's squeezing the life out of the other one. He looks over and sees her eyebrows raised.
"Helping him with his back," He responds as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, which she promises it isn't. "There you go,"
"That's better. Wow,"
Isabella rolls her eyes lightly as Peter beams at his alternate versions. "God, this is so cool. I always wanted brothers. So, you could like make your own web fluid in your body?"
The oldest version winces and shakes his head. "I'd rather not talk about it,"
"I don't mean to—"
"Are you teasing me?"
"No, no, no. He's not teasing you. It's just that we can't do that, so naturally we're curious as to how your web situation works. That's all," The youngest version is now having his input, holding that stupid magical box that harbours the spell.
"If it's personal, I don't wanna pry. I just think it's cool,"
"Are we seriously talking about this when the kid's world is at stake? It's like I'm babysitting three children and I'm definitely younger than two of you," Isabella interjects.
