[In M71]
And Brainy was sleeping in tonight. Again. Peter almost got worried until he remembered that generally, that's what people did when it got all dark outside.
As for himself? First he was playing cigarette delivery boy (Aunt May shall never know about that), then he was off to bargain with the man who helped shank his roommate into oblivion (Brainy shall never know about that). Peter slipped into the closet as quietly as he could and had pulled on both boots when he realized that Badou wouldn't be expecting Spider-Man to give him smokes. He cursed under his breath as he whipped them off and snagged the costume from the hanger, emerging from the closet. He would have to change later.
Three minutes gone already. Unwilling to waste any more, Peter stuffed the costume into his trusty pillow case, fished the cigarettes out from under his mattress, and tiptoed out the door.
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