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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Okay first off, I'm sorry.
Second, MJ WATSON IS A BAD BITCH.
Third, FFOTD: I took four years of Latin in school.
MENTIONS OF MATURE CONTENT
"We need to talk," Peter Parker paced in front of me in my chair, his hands pressed together as if he was praying to God about something. I know I'm praying to God about my mental health. In no way was I planning on seeing Peter Parker today, and the fact that he's here is simply mind-blowing.
The fact that Flash called him is even more mind-blowing. He had no business.
After ogling him in the elevator, Flash insisted that they get me into a more comfortable position, so he and Peter moved me towards a small office near the third-floor elevators.
Apparently, that's as high as we got before I collapsed.
So now, I'm sat here in front of a meeting table that we don't even use anymore, Peter pacing back and forth in a rhythm I can't seem to keep up with. Flash left approximately two minutes ago if the clock in here is working properly.
Peter hasn't said or done anything but pace until just a moment ago, just when I adjusted the icepack on the back of my head.
And to no surprise, Bushkin still hasn't come down from his office to even check on me.
"Yea," I breathed out, making sure I wouldn't meet his haunting eyes. I can't stop replaying the moments in my dream over and over again. I can't stop seeing the evil way he looked at me while telling me that he doesn't want me.
That he'll never want me, and no one will.
I can't stop seeing it.
And it appears something has been bothering him as well, judging by the way he moves his hands to his fluffy brown hair, styled better than usual until his fingers pull at the ends.
I've noticed that he has a hard time not doing that when he's stressed, but to admit that I've picked up on his habits would be embarrassing and absolutely unnecessary.
He's made it abundantly clear that we're nothing more than acquaintances.
"Why did you collapse? Flash mentioned you've been doing it a lot lately. Do you have a tumor? Is there something you've been hiding from me? Flash is super worried, MJ. You need to tell us..." Peter clasped his fingers behind his head, his shirt and hoodie rising slightly to his belt as he did so.
I've never heard him so... scared. He's scared, worried, stressed. He sounds absolutely terrified of something.
"Healthy as a horse," I muttered, picking at the edge of the icepack on my head.
