[at least right now, this doesn't feel so sad. it couldn't in a million years, with gwen snorting her laughter against him in a way that's so contagious that he starts laughing, too.]
You serious? [which is all he manages to get out before he starts laughing again, shaking them both with it.
it's definitely at least a solid minute before he gets himself together enough to speak again.] You were almost gonna make Spider-Man with gangrene? That's — that's terrible. That poor little guy. He's so lucky you managed to save him.
Oh my god, Peter. [ Gwen gives his chest a playful shove, brows raised. ] I was thinking—cute little green thigh high stockings? And gloves. Not gangrene.
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You serious? [which is all he manages to get out before he starts laughing again, shaking them both with it.
it's definitely at least a solid minute before he gets himself together enough to speak again.] You were almost gonna make Spider-Man with gangrene? That's — that's terrible. That poor little guy. He's so lucky you managed to save him.
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