Deadpans.

Not yet anyway.

Being and doing good."

Kaine paused.

"Did I ever..." Very audible Hiccup. "Tell you after the time you died with the multiverse crap, I based my whole being better thing off of you? Not Peter, not Uncle Ben or Aunt May. But you."

Ben was...Right.

"I think..."Kaine paused, head lulling over to meet Ben's gaze.

"I'm sort of terrified of not being what I'm used to, you know? Killing bad guys, taking their cash, the whole scary spider thing is all I've known. All I'm good at. You and Pete have that experience of actually --

"Death is hot." He agreed. It was one of those sentences he wasn't sure he'd amit as he cracked himself another beer...

How many was that now? Enough to make his skin tingle and vision blur slightly despite the size difference between him and his brother. Parkers and alcohol,bad mix...Or, good mix.

Figured. So what rich asshole did you take them off this time?

And the jewels?

Who need getting rid of. That's what my mask means, and that's basically all I'll ever be. It's not something I take lightly, but I'm settled with it." He wasn't, but another beer would help fix that.

"...I sort of wanted to be a police officer once. Someone I met inspired me...I realised I can't, basically. I might always be a Spidey, but I can never be Kaine Parker. The money I have is dirty, I've seen so much life leave the eye's of people. I became the person who gets rid of those --

Could get any job you set your eyes on." He nodded. "I'm serious, you know? Anything. You need to not be so hard on yourself." Kneeling down next to his brother, he made himself comfy.

"Should I ignore the fact that you just drunk my beer and then insulted me?" It didn't bother him, honestly. --

Jesus that drink went to him quick, the showing off and flopping it didn't help his mood as Kaine noted it suddenly went, sour.

Damn.

"Grey isn't bad, it was just basic. Glad you like it though." He hummed as he listened to Ben, thinking of his choice of words carefully.

"Honestly Ben? You--