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The Causeway, Wednesday evening
Well, everything here was in order. What few possessions Ben actually intended to keep were either in a duffel bag on his back or being worn under his clothes (because there was no way he was letting the Spidey suit go again ( Read more... ) -
MHA #10, Sunday evening
After spending the weekend hanging out with his 'brother' - a weekend where he was having such a good time catching up that he even played hooky from work - Ben was starting to dread Peter leaving tonight. Ben had been dead for two years and out of touch for a third. There was a lot of stuff to talk about, and it felt like they hadn't gotten ( Read more... ) -
MHA #10, Friday morning
Ben didn't seem to sleep well last night. When he woke up this morning, he just felt off. His hair was all in his face, leading him to realize that he probably needed a haircut. He yawned as he headed into the bathroom, thankful that he didn't have to be anywhere this morning ( Read more... ) -
A Motel 6 in East Brunswick, Wednesday morning
It had been a trying couple days for Ben. Fumigations, accidents, now finding out that it was going to take a couple days for his motorcycle to get fixed while he was stranded in New Jersey. And normally he might joke about the worst part of that being stuck in Jersey, but ( Read more... ) -
MHA #10, Monday evening
Ben had been idly doing some work on his webshooters. Since his mask turned back into a mask, he'd been working on pushing the boundaries of his mental blocks again. That, unfortunately, was starting to cause him a headache. And with headaches - without overly chipper people around, at least - came busywork ( Read more... ) -
MHA #10, Saturday evening
"Hang in there, you'll be just fine," the guy who Ben thought looked just a little bit like him said ( Read more... )
