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The air was electric, but Sam knew it was just in his head. He glanced again over the Devil's Trap - both the one on the ceiling and the one on the floor. Either way, they'd have the demon, Sam wasn't worried, not about that part. What did worry him was Peter's reaction. If Pete - Spiderman, Sam had to call him Spiderman during the meeting - tried to stop him, Sam knew he wasn't strong enough to make Peter stop from trying to save the vessel. It all came down to trust, and Sam just had to trust Peter would let him do what needed to be done.
Crouching by the entrance to not throw a shadow into the window, the salt trail set all around, Sam was ready to seal it. "C'mon, Pete," Sam whispered, one hand around a container of salt, the other around the hilt of the knife. The demon wouldn't be getting out there, one way or the other.
spideyguy | continued from hereThe air was electric, but Sam knew it was just in his head. He glanced again over the Devil's Trap - both the one on the ceiling and the one on the floor. Either way, they'd have the demon, Sam wasn't worried, not about that part. What did worry him was Peter's reaction. If Pete - Spiderman, Sam had to call him Spiderman during the meeting - tried to stop him, Sam knew he wasn't strong enough to make Peter stop from trying to save the vessel. It all came down to trust, and Sam just had to trust Peter would let him do what needed to be done.
Crouching by the entrance to not throw a shadow into the window, the salt trail set all around, Sam was ready to seal it. "C'mon, Pete," Sam whispered, one hand around a container of salt, the other around the hilt of the knife. The demon wouldn't be getting out there, one way or the other.
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The hand not covered to the palm with ointment reached up and smoothed over Peter's cheek, careful to not press to hard. It would come up eventually, Sam knew that, but still, he tried to not flinch at the mention of Gwen. It had been an accident, but he didn't think Peter was ready to call it as such. He didn't want to speak ill of the dead, but Gwen would have found out anyway, that had just been her way.
Sam smiled slightly, sighing. Yes, Peter deserved to know he'd been the King of Hell, if only for several minutes. That he'd gone through trials like killing a hellhound and tangling with demons of all lineages and powers, but not right then. "You don't either," Sam said, voice soft. He paused a moment, then withdrew his hand. "Off to bed, Pete. I've got some reading to do then maybe I'll join you...if that's okay." He didn't know how the whole healing thing worked. Maybe Peter preferred to be alone during it.
"Then we'll go shopping like a normal couple and buy something crazy. Like a cantaloupe."
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Peter pressed his cheek into Sam's palm with a sad smile. He'd told Sam about her, after the first month or two of dating. He couldn't let that secret hang over them. He'd never be over her - how could he be? How could anyone get over somebody that was taken from them? But he still loved Sam. He just wanted Sam to know that his heart had grown enough room for two people; he wasn't trying to replace Gwen, but he also wanted to be fair with his new relationship.
"I'm not the one who'll die from a ten story fall." Peter chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah, whenever you're done, Sam. Thank you for the sandwich."
"Cantaloupe? Watermelon."
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Reaching for a book on the coffee table, Sam's eyes slid over to Peter. "Watermelon it is."
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"The best melon," Peter teased, stiffly getting up off the couch and starting, slowly, for the bedroom. Best to lie down and just let his body heal, for now.
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