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i can't stop thinking about how funny it would be if aunt may was a hairdresser and peter volunteered to pick up one of her shifts because she's been so tired and overworked lately. he assures her that he's totally got it and that if he can build infinite power sources and super suits on a random tuesday afternoon then he can CERTAINLY style hair.
a few hours later and peter cannot get the hair gel to work. no matter how much he applies, hair springs up and falls out of place.
at least, until his gaze drifts to his wrists and he remembers that he has a machine that releases a compound whose entire purpose is being super sticky and strong strapped to his wrist.
webbing is biodegradable, right? he thinks to himself, and is sure that aunt may will be so incredibly proud of how perfectly all the hair he styles is staying in place
,,,,cue the angry line of people whose hair will STILL not budge days later after washing it several times