The air was cold and silent as he sipped from the glass.
"Peter Parker..." He thought about the name for a while, mulling it over. "Well." He eventually settled on. "We'll have to have a talk with him then. He can't just do whatever he wants."
The woman nodded, clutching her clipboard to her chest, her knuckles white from holding it so tightly.
"O-of course sir."
"Off you go then."
Her footsteps echoed as she stepped out of the room. The wooden floor was surprisingly shiny. Not surprising to her- she knew how many people had to clean it constantly. She didn't pity them though. The woman had her own problems to deal with. She couldn't pity them, or any of the recruits. If she did, she'd have given into her guilt already. And she refused. That would show him she was weak. That she wasn't fit for her position. Then she'd... No, it was best not to think about it.
Just continue walking.
Just continue walking and ignore the thoughts.
Her breath was shaky once she got to the ground floor.
She was given a salute by the recruits that passed her. A small tap of their masks, just below the eye. This group were red-banded. Several of them had been scratching at the bracelets, she could see white marks around them.
No pitying them. It was their fault.
Her cold blue eyes scanned the area and settled on a pink-banded man. She walked up to him and handed the notes over.
"Thank you Ma'm." He saluted and took them, walking to the garage, where the trucks were held.
She didn't answer, deciding to focus on her breathing instead. The woman needed to stay calm.
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The Nowhere Island
FanfictionPeter Parker had always been the one people could rely on. But now... This island he couldn't go to and the people he couldn't fight had changed that. (this was originally posted on Amino, and was my creation, so I have cross-posted it here.) (Made...
