"Dude bought a guitar and wrote a song about how great my cash transfer program is."

"Oh my god," and Asher can hear the way he's grinning. 

"You watch, I'm going to quit superhero-ing and become a full-time cash transferer. Nobody has ever written a song about how great it was that I saved Earth from an alien invasion. Totally ungrateful."

"Aw, does the fanfic not count?"

"The fanfic keeps insisting I have a tragic backstory and hidden depths! I am as shallow as a puddle. I have left concrit but no one believes it is me."

"Maybe you'll just have to write your own," he says. "Start the tag 'actually in-character Asher Stark.' Annoy all the tag wranglers. — please don't actually annoy the tag wranglers." 

"You say that like I haven't written my own!"

"Oh my god," he repeats. "And I've been making fun of myself for reading my own fansite." 

"Your fansite is great! Very useful for fanfiction research."

"And bizarrely accurate. Please send me a link to your AO3." 

"What if I don't want to because it has a story where we make out in it? --Not saying it does, just, you know, what if?"

"Then I'll make a very sad face, which you won't be able to see but it's the thought that counts." 

"Well, we can't have that. --playboyphilanthropist, all one word."

He lets go just long enough to find it and then goes back to hugging Asher. 

"I should take you flying sometime."

"I'd love to go flying with you." 

"Could do it now, if your suit's warm enough."

"It's fine for swinging around in winter but I don't think I could go at airplane height."

"I'll have to get you something warmer!"

"There's no time I need to be back by," he says. His parents think he's staying at a classmate's house and there's no school tomorrow. 

"You can borrow some warm clothes if you want."

He's significantly smaller than Asher. "Yes, please." 

Asher has a closet full of clothes in various sizes which are not his.

Asher conspicuously doesn't mention what the closet is usually used for.

It's not like Sasha can't tell. The spidersuit under loose pants and a hoodie feels weird, but it's not like he hasn't worn clothes over the suit before. 

Then Asher can toss him over his shoulder and start to fly. 

"I hope," he says, "you aren't afraid of heights."