**A little sequel to my Little Pep Talk story. Probably gonna be short.
New York was quiet again, and I was so tired of a lot of certain things going on. Especially highschool and a huge lack of sleep.
"Why is it that when I need to go vent, there aren't baddies around to punch?" I question annoyed, "And why'd I tell her I couldn't go? I could... I just didn't want to... Why'd it have to be one of those days?" I sigh as I look at my phone. Part of me was expecting a text from her or some kind of message from someone else asking if I was coming after all or not, but I already said I wasn't going. So what's the use of asking?
"Why am I like this?" As soon as I ask that, I see that meme some people made of me and that dude in a discount Spidey costume pointing at each other on my phone screen.
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"Convenient."
I shut it off and start thinking about what I could go do. "The Avengers aren't here... X-Men are somewhere on the other side of the world," I cross out, "Daredevil is busy with cases. Inhumans are on the moon..."
"Man, I should really go see a doctor... These bruises from my last fight are killing me... Maybe Strange can help."
*****
I arrive at the Sanctum front door and knock. "Pizza delivery," I called. The door opens as Wong says, "Oh thank goodness. We have been waiting for thirty- Spider-Man?"
"You guys order pizza?"
"Are we not allowed to eat?"
"Well...I thought you guys ran on photosynthesis like plants...cause magic."
He sighs and asks me to come in.
"What brings you here?" Wong questioned.
"Nothing much...just..." I trail off.
"You have nothing to do, I assume."
"Bingo."
"Strange is available right now if you need to speak with him," he informs.
"Oh, no. I already have someone back at home-"
"You know what I meant, Arachnid."
I laugh as I swing up stairs.
*****
Strange is roaming around the floor looking for texts. Usually, I'd attempt to surprise him but that never works. However, my dumbass still believes that I'll get him one day.
As I hide in the shadows on the ceiling, Strange calls out, "What is it, Spider-Man?" "Damn it." Rappelling down, I responded, "I need some... Help."
"Parker, for the last time, I am not fighting Doc Ock just because both of us have Ph.D's."
"No, no. It's not that... I... Um... I'm having some problems."
