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"So what's the plan?" Emil asked as Peter pulled him into a run. They sprinted down the empty school corridors, dress shoes squeaking against the floor.
"I left my phone in his car", Peter huffed. "We should be able to track it". He stopped at a set of lockers, one hand lifting the whole thing up to reveal a backpack stuffed underneath. Emil blinked for a minute at Peter's show of strength before following him towards the nearest toilets.
"Where's your suit?" He asked in confusion as Peter produced a homemade Spider-Man costume. It was basically a home sown red and blue hoodie and some blue tracksuit bottoms. It was rather crude and basic.
"Mr stark confiscated after the ferry incident", Peter muttered as he tried to pull off his shirt. Emil sighed at his efforts and batted his hands away, opening the buttons quickly.
"I'm sorry, I should have been there".
Peter shook his head. "No, there was nothing much you could have done. Besides, we weren't really talking".
Emil winced and looked away as Peter Struggled into his suit. "Are you still angry at me?" He asked, voice cracking slightly. Shame burned slightly in his gut as he waited anxiously for Peter's answer.
Warm hands in fingerless gloves rested on his shoulders and Emil turned his head to meet Peter's gaze. "Hey", Peter's voice was soft and reassuring. "I'm sorry I reacted badly. I'm not angry anymore. But let's finish this talk later", He grinned slightly. "We have a vulture to catch".
Emil returned the smile, heart feeling a little lighter.
Once Peter was dressed in his old spidy suit, they made their way over to Emil's locker which Emil opened. Peter raised an eyebrow at the sketches decorating the inside of Emil's locker door. Some of the sketches were simple, of random people Emil had seen on the street, others were of their classmates. A pen drawing of Liz smiled at them from her desk, next to a figure of Spider-Man swinging across a street outlined in pencil.
"Not a word", Emil muttered, catching Peter's eye on the sketch of Spider-Man. Peter recoiled from the open locker, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he grabbed the spare mask from the locker shelf and dumped the backpack holding Peter's suit into the empty space.
Tucking the mask over his ears so that it was secured over the lower part of his face, Emil wriggled his eyebrows at Peter jokingly. The mask was decorated comic grin showing cartoon teeth. Peter tried and failed not to smile.
"Come on", Emil said as he hung up his blazer on the inside of the locker and. "Let's go and stop a villain".
