IronDad & Just Dumb Stuff

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Peter kicked his blanket off and rolled onto his stomach. Well now he was cold. He rolled back to his side and pulled his blanket up. Too hot. He kicked a leg out. Now his leg was cold. Pulled it back in. Rolled over. Kicked his blanket off. Put his head under his pillow. Switched positions again. Fixed the blanket again. Fluffed his pillow again.

Too hot.

Too cold.

Too tired.

Too uncomfortable.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Finally he stood up, the coldness of his room sending goose bumps across his skin. He shuddered the cold off and looked to his open closet where his unmistakable ensemble that lay on a hanger. Hopefully it was just his spidey sense keeping him up because he rushed his patrols today and a swing around the block would let him sleep.

In two quick minutes he was jumping out of his window and into New York's crisp night air. He felt the tension leave his body the second he shot his first web out. Peter sighed in relief as he watched the still busy city, even if he could really only see a blur of lights as he swung through the streets and around corners. A laugh escaped him, from sleep deprivation or proving his irrational thought of the city exploding wrong, Peter didn't know.

He soon found himself climbing the side of a building he thought was familiar but couldn't place why. Thinking little of it, he sat himself on the ledge and pulled his mask off to breath a little easier.

This building was tall, not the tallest in New York but it had a great view of the city. Peter smiled at it. The city he protects, with help of course, but none the less his city. The city that his school is in and it's 11:40 something on a SunDAY YOU HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW PETER!

"Crap!" Peter yelled to himself as he jumped to his feet. Mask, mask, mask! Where's his mask? He was about to take the loss and swing home before May found out he snuck out again but something stopped him.

"Hello?" or rather someone.

He suddenly he knew why the building was familiar.

"Uh," Peter said without thinking as he turned away before Flash could see his face. Flash started walking toward Peter from where Peter assumed he was sitting at the opposite end of the roof, how had Peter not seen him?

"Spider-Man?" Flash's voice was higher than it was a second ago as he was undoubtedly close enough to see the red and blue in the city lights. "Oh my god, it really is Spider-Man! On my roof! I'm such a huge fan!"

"Uh," Peter said again, eyes flying everywhere trying to find his mask, brain trying to make his body move, and mouth trying to decide between saying real words or shutting up.

"But like, not in a stalker way, I respect you is all." Flash said trying to sound cool and nonchalant but his words came out just a little too fast to convince Peter it wasn't taking everything Flash had to not fanboy right now.

"Thanks." Wow. Great. Excellent. Throw yourself off the roof.

Flash laughed one of those nervous "haha" laughs that drag out in your throat. Then it was quiet for a second, and in that second Peter saw his mask, it was barely hanging on to the side of the building where he was just sitting, it was about to fall.

In one fluid (stupid) motion he shot the once lost article with one of his web shooters and tried to pull it to himself but his reasonless nerves made him pull too hard and he ended up throwing his mask behind himself and at Flash.