( when the sharpie appears, steve takes it and pauses for a second, wondering if this is a stupid idea. it wouldn't be his first stupid idea, and hardly his stupidest idea, but still. well, it's too late now. he uncaps the marker and steps close enough to take eddie's arm, turning his wrist to expose his palm. the yellow-orange light from outside the alley glints off of eddie's rings. steve starts to write. )
This guy, uh. Just tell him Spider-Man sent you.
( when he's done writing, he caps the marker again, gives it a little twirl, and hands it back to eddie. on eddie's palm, in steve's scratchy scrawl, is written a phone number and the name STEVE H.
steve takes a step back and prepares to depart, but stops just short of swinging away when he realizes something. ) What's your name, by the way?
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This guy, uh. Just tell him Spider-Man sent you.
( when he's done writing, he caps the marker again, gives it a little twirl, and hands it back to eddie. on eddie's palm, in steve's scratchy scrawl, is written a phone number and the name STEVE H.
steve takes a step back and prepares to depart, but stops just short of swinging away when he realizes something. ) What's your name, by the way?