Percy tightens an arm around her waist and shoots a web to pull them to safety. "Listen, Annabeth, I know I said I'm happy to help anytime, but I really didn't actually want this to be a regular thing. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great to see you and all, but if you want to hang out that badly I can give you my number, you don't need to go to all the trouble of arranging an explosion." or five times Percy worries his best friend Annabeth will figure out he's Spider-Man (and one time he doesn't have to)All Rights Reserved
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