[he hears it, just as Spidey starts talking. A sharp “zing” noise, a projectile, and he acts on instinct to push them both out of the way of at least the sharp thing coming for their necks. But problem with pushing like that is that it leaves him off guard for a moment for something dark to wrap around his ankle, rooting him to the spot for the moment.
It’s one spirit. He can’t hear others, but he can’t see it either. And he has to spend time hacking at his leg to free it.
(He fucking hates when this happens— it’s the most obnoxious.)
Hopefully, Spidey’s doing better than him, so of course he’s gotta ask,]
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It’s one spirit. He can’t hear others, but he can’t see it either. And he has to spend time hacking at his leg to free it.
(He fucking hates when this happens— it’s the most obnoxious.)
Hopefully, Spidey’s doing better than him, so of course he’s gotta ask,]
You okay?