Empty Nest

His sex-drive just seems to be non existent.

Even worse, it starts to affect his powers.

Peter’s out on patrol one night when he loses his grip on a building and falls fifty feet to the street below. He’s lucky that he manages to slow his fall with some webbing but he takes longer to react than he would normally, panic overcoming him. It’s as if his tingle has stopped functioning.

“I don’t want you going out on patrols for the time being,” Peter Two tells him as he patches the younger man up in their apartment. “Not until you get over this.”

“Get over what?” Peter snorts indignantly, hissing a little as the older man cleans one of his cuts. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” Peter Two replies softly. “You’ve just got empty nest syndrome.”

“Er…what?”

“Y’know, empty nest syndrome? You’re feeling sad because Peter One has gone off to college and you miss him. You’re experiencing sadness and grief and now it’s affecting your powers and our sex life.”

Peter can feel his eyes stinging, because he knows Peter Two is right, and he feels so ashamed.

Peter One isn’t even their kid, and yet he’s acting like some flustered mother duck.