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The location? Shea Stadium, circa late 90's. Two innings in, Mets down by two and up to bat. The occupant? Well, it was mostly filled with a semi-decent crown of fake people, but the only member of the crew currently watching the game was the younger Peter Parker.
The current score didn't really concern Peter. Plenty of time left in game to get back, and the game itself was kind of secondary. He was mostly there to reconnect with himself after the mess that was Fairplay, and what better way than the place where he learned one of the other key lessons that made him who he was.
Still, he didn't mind if anyone else decided to watch the game.
The current score didn't really concern Peter. Plenty of time left in game to get back, and the game itself was kind of secondary. He was mostly there to reconnect with himself after the mess that was Fairplay, and what better way than the place where he learned one of the other key lessons that made him who he was.
Still, he didn't mind if anyone else decided to watch the game.

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"Big Pete's been, well, you can probably figure it out on your own."
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"Same thing that happens every time someone one of us is close to unexpectedly basically vanishes into thin air. He kinda lost it."
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"And it's not something that just came out of nowhere if I'm any indication. Kinda prone to the same thing."
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"So...what exactly are they doing?" Sandry asked no one in particular. Hopefully, at least someone would know the answer.
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"There's a few other rules, but they take a pretty involved explanation and don't always come up. I'll tell you what they are if they do though. Anyways, I'm Peter Parker. You?"
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"So where is this place? The place we're sitting in, I mean."
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A grinning green face plopped himself down in a seat next to Peter with a "#1" Foam hand on his head like a hat and a tub of nachos.
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After all, Peter reflected, he'd actually had experience with things that messed with his memories and personality. Sure, the symniote wasn't on that scale, but he'd at least learned a couple of things about moving on from weirdness like this.
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"... baseball," he commented idly, as he stepped through the stands, watching closely for who it was that was part of the 'crew' in there.
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"Pete, you been keeping an eye on the omnicomms lately?"
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"You mean the ninja training thing?"
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