And another santa leaves a gift!
Title: Birthday
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It hit him like a smack in the face.
Danger.
"What is it?" Mary-Jane said, startled into consciousness by Peter's restlessness.
"Nothing, just... stay here, alright?"
Peter traced the memory of his spider-sense to the door, finding both a little more and a little less than he'd expected: a note stuck to the inside of the door with tar-like threads.
"Happy Birthday. 10:30. Same place.
-Eddie."
Peter crushed it between his fingers, glancing in the direction of the clock as a nervous sweat bloomed on his forehead. He knew he was going to go.