| when the Superman / Spider-Man book finally drops and I collect Jorgeβs Peter / Spidey like a pokemon
| when the Superman / Spider-Man book finally drops and I collect Jorgeβs 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.
π¨ - Amazing Spider-Man vol 2 #39.
| how do I get a Mary Jane over here to haunt his dreams
A text to β- @hannah.sunder.my
βHey! Itβs Pete.β
T-Minus 17 days.
| unfortunately for you guys Iβm in my late 20βs so Peterβs voice is Keaton for me always
βI. .I got it. I will.β
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. βIβll be in touch.β
And he turned that hi into a Hannah, and replied back with a βPeterβ.
βHey, donβt 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 youβll do fine. Iron sharpens iron.β
βI hope all of them work out.β Which was true, realizing himself to not be very photogenic.
βSure, here β-β Peter handed her his phone. βAdd yourself in. I donβt travel a whole lot so expect to see me in this city.β
βBarely anything. Name, liked to take photos β- thatβs all I got.β It wasnβt defensive, but Peterβs tone hit somewhere between concern and blame. Blaming himself, if had known. Another if in the Parker story.
βI know a guy who can help find her.β
A little to the left, a smile, a thumbs up.
βGood?β
Well that was true. And considering the flyers β- but why was every hair on his arm raised to high heavens?
βCloser to east side of the city. Thereβs a park you can see Brooklyn Bridge from, we were there taking photos. Are you. .sure she even wants to be found?β
LET'S GO METS!!!
Into a hit list.
One that Spidey had to bring to an end.
βDonβt worry.β Spider-Man told the officers, his nod firm β- something changing in him. This was more serious that he had initially thought. βIβll find out who did this.β Without waiting, he swung back into the air. Heading quickly to the next crime scene β- whoever this was, was making New York (c)
βUsually itβs the other way around, right?β Pete gave a gentle laugh, he moved into frame, somewhat awkwardly. Shifting his shirt and wrinkled jeans. βThis good? Thumbs up? Thumbs down?β
Okay, well, that made him take a small step back. Very. .Shakespearean evil. βWell. .I mean hopefully that rope is to help her, right? You do mean to help her? As her guardian? Right?β
βVery. Like any standard young woman, she was doing great I mean I β- I didnβt notice any health concerns. Iβve got a knack for that kind of thing.β He felt nothing but empathy. βI wish I wouldβve known I wouldβve helped you. Maybe I still can.β
Gotta be from the blood loss. He thought. Kicking the front door open with ease, Pete clicked a button on his webshooter β- an instant call to local police.
βItβll be alright. Weβll get you help.β
The hairs on his neck rose. Spider-Sense. But there wasnβt a threat here. Just a worried old man. βI did.β Peter said, offering a hand. βJust a few days ago, she was taking photos of the city β- she seemed fine. Perfectly healthy. I. .Iβm so sorry, I didnβt know.β
βHA!β That got a good laugh out of him, Peter bent his wrist and ankle, a hand to his forehead. βSpider-Man! Spider-Man save me!β He said in his highest voice. Before realizing he was still in public.
βAhem. Well. Anyway.β
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 β- until he spotted the missing poster. Then he stopped. βHey, I know her. Are you β- you guys related?β
βItβs the only way I can help.β He swung the manβs arm over his shoulder, giving him stability. βYou gotta trust me.β
βItβs alright. Youβre gonna be alright.β Spider-Man ripped the ties with ease, helping the man to his feet. βYou have to tell me who did this to you.β He said, not frantically β- but maybe too seriously. It was no use to be chasing some βreaperβ.
βGuys too quick to get a hold of.β He said with a shrug. βI think he does it on purpose.β Peter pointed, just over the horizon. βNowβs your chance for a good snapshot.β