Spider-Man was stuck to a wall by his feet, resting his brown paper McDonalds bag on his knee as he munched away at his quarter pounder with Ms Marvel sitting cross legged a small distance away from him.

"That took way too long for them to make" Spider-Man said through a mouthful of fake McDonalds beef.

"Well it was hardly their fault, you ordered a completely plain quarter pounder, that's gotta take a lot to process in their usual work day" Ms Marvel said in their defence.

"How hard do you have to think to unravel the mystery of what 'Nothing but the burger and the bun' means in regards to how many dressings you should put on the burger?" Spider-Man asked.

"Ehhh" was her response, taking a sip of lemonade through her straw, continuing to speak after a pause "I can't believe they were out of strawberry milkshake"

"I can't believe you actually like that stuff" Spider-Man said with a shudder.

"What's not to like?" Ms Marvel asked with a gesture "Everything about them is delicious, the taste, the texture-"

"Texture my ass" Spider-Man interrupted with a point of a finger "I've never wondered what it would be like to drink liquid cement but after having one of those things I think I've got a pretty damn good idea"

"Now you're just exaggerating" Ms Marvel said, routing around in the paper bag for a few extra fries "Ooh, there's a few left in here"

"One of God's gifts right there, bag-fries" Spider-Man chuckled.

"Too true" she nodded. There was silence among the pair for a long moment, the sounds of the night-life below them keeping them company, Ms Marvel's eyes trailing up to see Spider-Man rest his head against the wall with a heavy sigh.

"You think you're ready to talk now?" she asked "Now that you've had your food?"

"Yeah, how much do I owe you for that?" Spider-Man asked.

"Like I said, it was on me" she answered "You don't need to pay me back"

"C'mon Carol, I'll feel shit if I don't" Spider-Man said, looking down at her.

"Just forget about it, it was a favour from me to you" she said "And that's that Peter"

"If you say so" Spider-Man said after a moment of deliberation.

"Good, now are you gonna tell me what's bothering you?" she asked, picking up her bag and scrunching it into a ball before using her power to set it on fire and burn it to ash.

"That's the thing... I can point out a few things that might be angering me but..." he began, laying his arms onto his knee and resting his forehead on his forearms.

"But?"

"But when I think about them they don't get any sort of emotion out of me" he finished "Its like... remember at school when you get into an argument or when someone said something to you that pissed you off, you'd feel, well, pissed off about it right?"

"Yeah?" Ms Marvel asked, wanting him to continue.

"Yeah, so then you'd have that emotion and it would, I don't know, make you feel angry, or you'd ball your fists and want to hit something... but when I think of what I've got going on I don't feel like it makes me angry but... but whenever I got into that argument, back there, I just fucking exploded" Spider-Man carried on, looking down at the blonde superhero "And I have no idea where the hell it came from, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah I know Peter" she nodded, resting an arm on her knee as she looked up at the rookie vigilante "I used to feel the same way about my Dad before he passed away"

"Really?" Spider-Man asked "How come?"

"Because he always preferred my younger brothers to me, even sent my idiot of a younger brother to college instead of me even though my grades were better than his" she said, looking down at her stomach "I despised my dad for how he used to treat them and then how he'd talk to me like I was an idiot, he was a sexist bastard and he took that to the grave"

"Whoa Carol" Spider-Man said in a surprised tone "You still sound pretty sore about it"

"That's because I am, but that's what I'm getting at, stress and anger don't have to be felt to be there" she said "You can be as happy as you want to be, having the best day ever and then the minute something pops up and annoys you, you just snap"

"Like I did?" Spider-Man asked.

"Yeah, like you did Peter" she nodded "But that's the problem with stress is that you think you can contain it, even when under pressure you think you can keep your cool, and when you realize you can't, its usally too late"

"So what am I supposed to do?" Spider-Man asked "How am I supposed to not blow my top every time someone looks at me sideways?"

"I can't say what'll work for you, but what helped me was talking to Steve" Ms Marvel suggested "He was always really good at just sitting down and listening to whatever was bothering me"

"Right, I don't think Steve is exactly my friend right about now" Spider-man sighed.

"Don't worry Peter, I've seen Steve when he's mad, and he wasn't angry at you" Ms Marvel said, giving him a supportive smile "He just wanted you to calm down before you did something stupid"

"I think I already did something stupid" he said with a nod of his head "And now I'm gonna have to go and apologize aren't I?"

"I think so" Ms Marvel nodded with a soft chuckle "Are you gonna do that now?"

"Nope, I'm gonna do the same thing every man does when he's wrong" Spider-Man said, looking down.

"Which is?" Ms Marvel asked.

"Ignore the fact and hope that everyone either forgets about it or they just stop caring" he answered.

"Admirable" Ms Marvel said, rolling her eyes with a chuckle. Next Chapter: The Best Cement FILLER In Town. Nothing FILLS IN SPACES Like This Here FILLER Estimated time remaining: 5 Hours, 56 Minutes