<blockquote>Gwen jumps, and when she turns around, Peter B. Parker is standing awkwardly in the bedroom doorway. It’s been a long time since anyone managed to sneak up on Gwen, but all she feels is that she’s surrounded by Peter—no wonder her spider-senses didn’t warn her. “Hey. Um. Sorry, I’m—totally snooping.”
“It’s okay,” Peter shrugs, slouching against the door frame. “It’s not my stuff.”
He’s got a point.
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(Or: Sometimes you end up in a superhero team up where half the people in the group have your face, or your dead ex/best friend’s face, and you just have to find a way to deal with it.
Gwen, Peter, and the others do their best.)</blockquote>
