RED - Peter Parker x F!OC

Chapter 5: Amelia Watts

"This was in your Uncle Ben's basement?" I traced the embroidered initials on the leather briefcase. Peter already emptied it out. There were some pencils, a calculator, an I.D. badge, and a pair of prescription glasses.

"Yeah. I was helping take things out and found this. He knew it was down there and never brought it up to me." I'd hate it if my parents kept my deceased parents' things hidden from me.

I picked up the badge, seeing a tired middle-aged man on it. At the top was the Oscorp logo. I didn't know he worked there. That explains where Peter's brains came from.

"So what was so important, you couldn't tell anyone about it?" I asked, sitting at the edge of his bed. He sat at his desk, starting up his computer. Several tabs opened right away, each one showing a different New York Times article. All of them read the names, Dr. Curtis Connors and Richard Parker.

"Dr. Connors is Gwen's mentor at Oscorp. I don't think she's working today, though." That's where I recognized the name. She had been talking about her internship all week.

"Really? That's perfect!" He celebrated, clicking on one of the tabs. I raised an eyebrow, watching him scroll through the article.

"Peter, what are you going on about?" He rolled his chair toward me, pulling my arm as he returned to the computer. He pointed at a paragraph.

"My dad and Dr. Connors were partners at Oscorp. They were working on a project that would heal all physical problems. I guess their experiment was left unfinished."

"That doesn't sound like much info you got there." I pointed out, hearing him mention the bare minimum.

"That's why I'm going to talk to Connors myself." He closed the tab, standing up from the chair.

"Dr. Connors is a busy man. How are you going to schedule a meeting with him?" I've never seen him out in public. It was like he didn't have a life out of Oscorp.

"Who said anything about schedules?" Peter smirked, trying on his dad's glasses. I caught myself admiring the way he squinted his eyes, adjusting to them quite well. A strange feeling flooded through as I watched him stare at himself in the mirror. It made my body tingle in an unfamiliar way.

"You're staring." Peter exposed me, switching his glasses back. I blinked away, holding in a smile. He leaned against the doorframe, locking eyes with me.

"Are you not coming with me?" My eyes lit up at the invitation. Jamie would probably kill me later but I can worry about that when I get back. Peter was craving answers, so I had to help him find them. I shoved him out of the room, jumping down the stairs.

"Over here!" Peter waved his arms at a taxi coming down the road. It braked in front of us, unlocking the doors.

"Ladies first." I hopped in, paying the driver and giving him the location. Peter slid in right after, bumping my shoulder. He shut the door, buckling his seatbelt.

"What's your plan, Einstein?" I side-eyed him, hoping he had this figured out. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

"Plan? Oh- yeah, I don't have one." He scratched his head, avoiding eye contact with me. Oh, this was great.

We got out of the car, standing in front of a scarily tall glass building. Men and women in business suits were too occupied to acknowledge two dumbfounded teens. A high-maintenance security camera caught my attention, slowly turning to scan its surroundings.

"We can always try scheduling an appointment like a normal person would do," I suggested, seeing that as our only easy option. Peter followed my gaze, watching as the camera rotated toward us.