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It felt good to not be a useless lump of wounded-ness. Peter stretched his shoulder a bit, lifting and rotating. Not even a twinge left behind. Nice. Better than nice. If he could take just one thing home from this whole mess of terror and insanity, it would be the healing rate. Maybe it would peg him as a mutant-thing when his classmates noticed his black eyes disappearing overnight, but you know what? It would be worth it. The less time you had to spend bed-ridden as a superhero, the better.
Though considering he was heading down into the viper pit also known as The Basement (TM), Peter wasn't terribly optimistic about staying pain free for long. He could hope. He really could. But Dent's description of the lower level as a haven for every reject and ugly thing from Greek Mythology wasn't exactly reassuring.
Could Spider-Man fight a Hydra? A question that might have seemed insipidly stupid back home was suddenly a horribly real possibility. At least I know the head choppy thing doesn't work.
[To
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