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[If he's rubbing a wet eye on the other end of the call, nobody has to know.]

... I mean, you're worth fighting the universe for.

People like you. Wade. All the people here. I'd face whatever I had to, to make sure you'd all be okay.

[If someone had come to him and said everyone could be safely moved to a normal town without danger... or sent home where they want to be... at the cost of his one life? He'd absolutely hand it over, no regrets, no anguish. Maybe that's screwed up — it's not like he hates himself or thinks he deserves to suffer or anything dramatic, but...

It's just what he'd do. He'd give everything for them.

He'd break every bone in his body to make sure his people are safe. Happy. Alive.]

... I can't promise. That I won't overdo it. I don't know how not to, I guess.

But I swear, I'll be there for any of you guys. For the good — or... or, um. Or the bad. I promise.

[And if Clara's dabbing a sleeve against her own, it's just between them.]

You and I'll go down throwing ourselves in front of one another, one day.

[She'd put money on it.]

Take care of yourself, Peter. You being around's a big part of the rest of us being okay. And I don't mean as a superhero.

[He snort-scoffs at that, like she's just pulling his leg.]

Yeah, Mr. Parker's a real pillar in the community, with his explosive science labs.

But I will. Take care of myself.

... Because I definitely don't want you coming after me for not doing that very thing.

[She smiles, even though he can't see it.]

And don't you think I won't know, mister. My Peter senses will tingle, and I'll have to come tie you up and toss you into bed.

[Now she's pulling his leg, trying to lighten the mood.]

Oh, very sexy. I always love it when the ladies use my own superhero style against me.

[Ha. What, they've already been so serious, he can't help but joke at this rate.

He relaxes into something a little more concerned, though.]

... You sure you're gonna be okay, too? It's not like you're having the most stellar week either, there.

Hey, none of that. I'm fine.

[She's wrapped in her duvet, wearing yesterday's pajamas.]

Go take care of Wade, and I'll be here, right as rain.

... Alright. But I'm gonna come over later, okay?

Two sad lumps together. Our best fusion.

Okay. There's ice cream in the freezer with your name on it.

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