Peter.

| when the Superman / Spider-Man book finally drops and I collect Jorge’s Peter / Spidey like a pokemon

Panel from Giant-Size Spider-Man #5 (1975) The Lizard wearing his white labcoat, looks up and opens his eyes and mouth in surprise. His arms are up in the air like Kermit.

LOCKING IN.

🎨 - Amazing Spider-Man vol 2 #39.

| how do I get a Mary Jane over here to haunt his dreams

A text to —- @hannah.sunder.my

‘Hey! It’s Pete.’

T-Minus 17 days.

| unfortunately for you guys I’m in my late 20’s so Peter’s voice is Keaton for me always

“I. .I got it. I will.”

Peter nodded, but that sinking feeling sat in his chest like an invisible decision sat on him. It felt like that night. .so many years ago. Instead of stopping the mugger. .

But he shook his head. As if clearing his mind from terrible thoughts. “I’ll be in touch.”

And he turned that hi into a Hannah, and replied back with a “Peter”.

“Hey, don’t mention it. New York can be overwhelming, trust me. When I first moved deep into the city from Queens, I almost lost my mind. But you’ll do fine. Iron sharpens iron.”

“I hope all of them work out.” Which was true, realizing himself to not be very photogenic.
“Sure, here —-“ Peter handed her his phone. “Add yourself in. I don’t travel a whole lot so expect to see me in this city.”

“Barely anything. Name, liked to take photos —- that’s all I got.” It wasn’t defensive, but Peter’s tone hit somewhere between concern and blame. Blaming himself, if had known. Another if in the Parker story.

“I know a guy who can help find her.”

A little to the left, a smile, a thumbs up.

“Good?”

Well that was true. And considering the flyers —- but why was every hair on his arm raised to high heavens?

“Closer to east side of the city. There’s a park you can see Brooklyn Bridge from, we were there taking photos. Are you. .sure she even wants to be found?”

LET'S GO METS!!!

Into a hit list.

One that Spidey had to bring to an end.

“Don’t worry.” Spider-Man told the officers, his nod firm —- something changing in him. This was more serious that he had initially thought. “I’ll find out who did this.” Without waiting, he swung back into the air. Heading quickly to the next crime scene —- whoever this was, was making New York (c)

“Usually it’s the other way around, right?” Pete gave a gentle laugh, he moved into frame, somewhat awkwardly. Shifting his shirt and wrinkled jeans. “This good? Thumbs up? Thumbs down?”

Okay, well, that made him take a small step back. Very. .Shakespearean evil. “Well. .I mean hopefully that rope is to help her, right? You do mean to help her? As her guardian? Right?”

“Very. Like any standard young woman, she was doing great I mean I —- I didn’t notice any health concerns. I’ve got a knack for that kind of thing.” He felt nothing but empathy. “I wish I would’ve known I would’ve helped you. Maybe I still can.”

Gotta be from the blood loss. He thought. Kicking the front door open with ease, Pete clicked a button on his webshooter —- an instant call to local police.

“It’ll be alright. We’ll get you help.”

The hairs on his neck rose. Spider-Sense. But there wasn’t a threat here. Just a worried old man. “I did.” Peter said, offering a hand. “Just a few days ago, she was taking photos of the city —- she seemed fine. Perfectly healthy. I. .I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

“HA!” That got a good laugh out of him, Peter bent his wrist and ankle, a hand to his forehead. “Spider-Man! Spider-Man save me!” He said in his highest voice. Before realizing he was still in public.

“Ahem. Well. Anyway.”

Parker was late. Of course he was. Late to an interview for a sub position at Midtown High. The bump was gentle, but enough to knock him off course some —- until he spotted the missing poster. Then he stopped. “Hey, I know her. Are you —- you guys related?”

“It’s the only way I can help.” He swung the man’s arm over his shoulder, giving him stability. “You gotta trust me.”

“It’s alright. You’re gonna be alright.” Spider-Man ripped the ties with ease, helping the man to his feet. “You have to tell me who did this to you.” He said, not frantically —- but maybe too seriously. It was no use to be chasing some “reaper”.

“Guys too quick to get a hold of.” He said with a shrug. “I think he does it on purpose.” Peter pointed, just over the horizon. “Now’s your chance for a good snapshot.”