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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After aunt May's house, Peter and I didn't discuss anything yet. I didn't know how to muster the right words to say when I was hurt and angry at him, so I just let it be for the time. We ended up making it back to the apartment at around ten that night.
Peter muttered a quick 'good night' before sulking to his room, making me more pissed off. How could he even be upset? There was absolutely nothing for him to be upset about that he didn't cause last night.
I eventually forced myself to fall asleep, alarm set for seven to get up and ready myself for work. But I'm not entirely sure I'd still be working there once I woke up.
Now, I'm finally up and walking my way towards my always interrupted workplace, hoping that today is just a casual day at work after the events I've been through. Maye nor Bushkin ever reached out to me regarding the explosion, but then again Peter never really told me anything else that went down following it.
Black Cat? My camera? Kingpin? Those are all just beginnings to the series of questions I have.
Finally reaching the same doors I've only opened twice, I walked in with a silky top on that Felicia got me a discount on some time ago, a pair of nice slacks to match on my legs.
Miss Maye was casually sitting in a desk that resides in the lobby, her thick glasses on the brim of her nose as she scrolled through her phone. The sound of my shoes clanking against the beautiful flooring must've alarmed her, because just as I approached the desk, her head shot up.
With wide eyes and a droopy expression, she squealed, "What happened?!"
I winced, closing my eyes momentarily and resisting the urge to cover my ears. I can only pray she's talking about the explosion and nothing else has leaked into the open air.
"Kingpin," I sighed, propping my elbow on the counter and leaning against it in exhaustion. I hardly slept, and her potential persistence is clear in this equation.
"One second I was asking you what was going on and then the next nothing. The entire earpiece went blank, and ten minutes later BOOM!" She threw her hands up with the onomatopoeia.
"What's the damage?" I asked, reminiscing on what Peter asked me just a few days ago when I discovered his identity.
"No casualties," she sighed, taking her glasses off and sitting them on the ground. "Investigators managed to get your sim card from the camera, so that's good. You got some pretty good shots." She nodded, sitting back in her chair with her glasses still off.
As if that's the concern here. "That's good."
"So," she paused, leaning forward and eyeing me intently now. "Where the hell did you go? You disappeared. I know Kingpin didn't take your ass if you're here now. Besides, what's the leverage?"
