𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ it's not a 𝑭𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑩𝑶𝑾𝑳. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 . . . 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐨𝐧𝐞. ⠀⠀⠀detailed && experienced. 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙡. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ms & mv. ⠀⠀↳ mature content 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 be prevalent ⠀⠀↳ au 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋄ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡ for a 𝙜𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↻ to 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 the word ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ 𝑰 control the 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯! ”

&&.

Yup. He gets it. Don't mind him as he screams in his helmet.

No fish deserves that.

Well now they know.

But it's information that is valid.

Ned? MJ? Do they not exist? Quentin really does pity the kid, and it made him feel bad constantly.

Company? Doesn't he have. . Like. . Friends? Team mates? A girlfriend? Usually he has a lot going on.

Not that he's too scared but Mysterio is. . Well, lazy. Yeah. That's why.

He's just really lazy. Plus. . Peter is speaking to an illusion. It's actually not Quentin.

It's so far away—! The suit is too complicated to get off!

Well. . Now / everyone / knows.

Beck's upper suite apartment had a fire escape and he opened the ajar window — hoping to squeeze in once his helmet receeds. “Told you it wad cold. Now get in. Food is in the fridge. Got leftovers,” He sounds like a really stern date that was making sure people ate.

He really has to pee.

“I ain't leaving you out here, so follow me. If I find you're not behind me, this Fishbowl is going to have shit to say.” The green and opaque mist that dispersed from beneath him as he flew created a path right for the spider. Quentin essentially made it too hard to be lost.

Is being selfless worth it? Will Quentin's gut feeling be his downfall? The illusionist puffed a loud sigh and gestured over the city, not directly spotting his apartment. “C’mon. You're not staujbgt out here.”

“Maybe you should rest—.” God only knows Quentin needs it too. . “It is late and there's an incoming thunderstorm. I don't think Thor has the greatest aim so he may fry you while you're up here.” A rather bleak way of saying he cares but it's better than nothing.

“What are you doing out here, anyway? It's pouring—.” There he goes. Now he's gone soft. The dome had completely concealed his visage, just to hide the mental pain which strained itself across Beck's gave.