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gavin owens (newhorizon) wrote in rooms,

dream time: allison/peter
The crack of a stick was actually a branch, okay, from above in a tree. Spider-Man liked to think he was pretty good at stealth sometimes, but when was the last time he was out in a forest? Trees did not behave like concrete buildings and air vents. This didn't even feel like New York. More like how he imagined Twin Peaks felt and that alone made the jibblies run up and down his spine.

He had done things like this before. One time him and Deadpool took a really messed up trip down memory lane through his dreams. That was all sorts of not-fun-at-all. Spidey was just glad this was someone else's world (you know probably) and he was just along for the ride.

Dressed in his full on red pjs Spidey gear, he tilted his head, hanging upside down on a thick tree branch. "Sometimes I cruise control while I'm swinging. Are we in Seattle? This is totally how I imagine Seattle."

A wolf aWOOOOOOO'd in the background and Spider-Man jumped a little with a tiny ggguuhaaahhhno mumbled from behind the mask.