"I've got this shake in my legs
Shaking the thoughts from my head
But who put these waves in the door?
I crack and out I pour
I'm Mr. Loverman
And I miss my lover, man
I'm Mr. Loverman
Oh, and I miss my lover"
Andrew! Peter Parker
Cover by: @fvckin...
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CHAPTER TWO: tour
『︎𝚖𝚛.𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗』︎
MJ THOUGHT ABOUT HITTING GWEN WITH A PILLOW. A pillow of bricks. At the edge of a cliff.
"Come on, MJ," Gwen says, pulling at his hoodie and not seeming to care that she was stretching it. MJ cared a lot. It was his favorite hoodie.
"Okay, Okay, let go woman," MJ smacked her hand, not hard but just so she would let go. "It's just a science lab."
"Last week you said you wanted to visit it."
"Yeah, Okay, So, I don't got to wear one of those lab trench coats, do I?" MJ questioned.
❝︎ᴍʀ.ʟᴏᴠᴇʀᴍᴀɴ❞︎
MJ had to get a visitors pass, and after confirming who he was-they had wanted to make sure he was Gwen's brother-they allowed him the visitor's pass. Their was an internship interviews or something like that. MJ wasn't paying attention.
"Welcome to Oscorp. I'm Gwen Stacy, a senior... at Midtown Science... and head intern to Dr. Connors. I'll be with you for the duration of your visit. Where I go, you go. That's the rule. Remember that... ...all will be fine. Come on! If you forget that-"
All head turned when seeing a man dragged out of the building, yelling how he was supposed to be there.
"Well, I guess I don't need to tell you what happens if you forget." Gwen said. "Shall we? MJ," she smiled at her brother. "Please don't get into any fights."
"I don't ever plan to get into fights." MJ replied, but followed her. 『︎𝚖𝚛.𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗』︎
"Come around this way," Gwen ordered.
"Good afternoon, Gwen." A man with glasses and blond hair, parted to the side came out, he was missing his rolled arm.
"Dr. Conners," Gwen greeted back.
"Welcome. My name is Dr. Curtis Connors. Yes, in case you're wondering, I'm a southpaw." A few of the people behind him laughed. "I'm not a cripple... I'm a scientist, and the world's foremost authority on herpetology. That's reptiles, for those of you who don't know. But like the Parkinson's patient... who watches on in horror as her body... slowly betrays her, or the man with macular degeneration... whose eyes grow dimmer each day, I long to fix myself. I want to create a world without weakness. Anyone care to venture a guess just how?"
