"You, me, no Arachniass, now." I order, grabbing Mandy's arm. I drag her away from Peter and into a random room.
Turns out, it's a closet.
Also turns out, I don't give a fuck that it's a closet.
"What the everlasting, ever angling, fuck were you doing out there with lover lover boy?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"He just showed me what it's like to web sling, I don't see the problem." Mandy replies, arching a brow.
"The problem is that A.) people could have seen you and B) it was with Arachniass."
"Jeez, what's your problem with him? You acted fine around him before the whole meltdown thing." Mandy observes.
"Oh my god you have quadrant vaciliation." I moan, face palming.
"Quadrant what?" Mandy asks.
"It's where your feelings towards another switch to either a slightly different or entirely different set of feelings. You feel like best friends with him one minute and bf's with him the next." I explain.
"Uh, whoa whoa whoa, I don't like him in that way." Mandy puts up her hands and starts to exit the closet.
"I'm just saying that this isn't really counted in my shipping chart." I mutter, exiting the closet after her.
I see Mandy and Peter go back to talking, a fleck of metal hovering at my side. I'm tempted to hurl it at Peter.
A hand on my shoulder stops me.
"Don't." I glance at T'challa. "Let the two talk. I haven't seen Mandy this happy in a while." He observes.
"I wasn't gonna aim for her." I reply, cracking a smile.
"Peter?" I can see T'challa's confused look beyond the mask.
"Arachniass, yeah." I reply.
"Why?" T'challa asks.
"It's complicated." I answer.
"I can handle complicated situations." T'challa muses.
"I don't doubt it. Civil War was complicated enough…." I mutter, crossing my arms.
"Civil War?" T'challa chides.
"Shit happens and let's keep it at that. Though I do like what they did to Peter. Then again, that goes for D.K.M.U too." I chuckle.
"What would D.K.M.U. be, exactly?" T'challa asks.
"It's Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe." I explain. "Between you and me, Deadpool shoots Spidey point blank with a magnum. Insta-death." I chuckle.
"You think that's funny?" T'challa grumbles.
"His body went flying." I muse. "Well, then again, so did Thor's, but that wasn't as funny."
"How in the world, in your right mind, do you think that's funny?" T'challa gapes.
"Well I mean, it wasn't me. Plus I didn't know you guys were real at the time…..oh who am I kidding? I'd laugh if it happened here!" I can't even hold back my laughter.
"You…I don't even know what to say to that." T'challa mutters.
"You could start by saying 'wow that's really awesome' or maybe 'my cat senses are tingling'." I offer.
"…..cat senses?" T'challa sighs. "Do I even want to know?"
"Purrobly not."
"Did you just make a cat pun?" T'challa grumbles.
"I don't mew what you're talking about. You've cat to be kitten me by thinking I know what's going on right meow." I try to hold back my laughter.
And I fail horribly.
"I honestly hope there isn't a version of myself saying those horrible lines." T'challa mutters.
"Whatever mew want to think."
T'challa facepalms.
"Yeaaaaaaaaaaah so I'm just gonna three sixty no metal scope Peter." I chuckle, raising the metal.
"Don't do it." T'challa warns.
I fling the metal.
It hits Peter right in the back of the head, bouncing off a second later. "Ow!" Peter growls, turning around. I point at T'challa.
"He did it." Peter glares at me.
"Oh my god." T'challa steps back, and goes towards the training room.
"Hey, BP I'm gonna train with you for a change." I chuckle, jogging up to him.
"Why is that?" T'challa asks.
"Cause I don't want to get web slapped." I reply, rolling my eyes. "Plus it's silent as hell in there." I hear someone mention Vision as T'challa and I go towards the training room.
Seriously, what is up with Sara and Peter? She really does not like him. Oh, well. Also, someone mentioning the Vision? Oh hell yes. Imma have fun writing this next chapter. Don't forget to review!