ON HOLD
#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧
"Witnesses have made statements of seeing you with the wanted vigilante Spider-Man, so what we would like to know is whether or not these allegations are true."
"Half the city of New York has been seen with Spid...
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Within a day I had completely packed my stuff into the random address I got from Spider-Man. Of course, the number didn't say Spider-Man, it was completely anonymous. But considering I have no other "friends" and the address was in the smack middle of Queens, I could only connect the few dots given to me.
The apartment's completely gray, bland and tired looking. Just as he said, there's no information laying around to reveal his identity, and just as he said, he's not been here once since I arrived. My room door was left open, completely empty when I got here, but I managed to do everything by myself. And the name he left his apartment under? Harry Osborn. What a name, right?
I tried to look up the name and see why he'd go with that, but I was completely rendered empty-handed. There was a lot of information on Oscorp, but I remember that company from high school anyways. Nonetheless, I told Nancy about the plan he and I came up with, and she was just as scared as I am now. I'm afraid this is going to go completely sideways, for me and for him. But I'm also excited for what may come in the strangest way.
This is the most exciting thing to happen to me in years, aside from graduating from that hell hole of a school. And as I'm thinking about it, I'm realizing I've been laid up in my bed in this brand-new, almost untouched apartment. It's been eerily quiet. No noisy neighbors and no random bursts of noise of Spider-Man crawling into his room. Which, by the way, I'm sort of thankful for because I'd break down the door if he was hurt and try and help. Like how he helped me.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, leaving me to reach over and snatch it, looking at the contact.
(Unknown)
Coming in.
Before I could even text back, the sounds of a person falling, followed by several grunts were heard in the next room. I shot up from my bed and walked into the small living area, seeing nothing. His bedroom door was shut, but the noises of him grunting and closing the window were extremely prominent.
"Are you okay?" I asked, putting my ear against the door, listening in.
He grunted again and another loud bang was heard, making me almost jump out of my skin. "Peachy!" He hollered, followed by more sounds of crashing.
"Okay, I'm coming in," I sighed and reached for the doorknob, twisting it. It's stuck. The knob is turning, so it's not locked. But it's stuck.
"I webbed the knob," he sighed, another thud was heard and the door shook. Seriously?
"Are you leaning on the door right now?" I asked, sitting on the floor where I felt him sitting on the other side, leaning against it.
"Yea. I'm out of breath. I need to rest." He exhaled, stopping in between his phrases. I nodded, and even though he couldn't see me I could hear him let out a deep breath of air as he tried to slow his heart rate down. I don't have to have super hearing to know that it's racing out of his chest.
