Maya Stark

Chapter 137: Cure that ass

Midtown High's laboratory was the lucky spot. We were gonna make a bunch of random ass concoctions to cure people that were trying to kill us. I've been in weirder situations.

'Okay, so... Connors, Marko, Dillan, and...' my Peter trails off thinking. 'Look, I think that I can repair the devices for Dillan and Marko, but the others...'

'Well, I got Connors,' suit Peter (Andrew) says. 'I've already cured him once, so no big deal.' We all look at him skeptically. 'What? It's no big deal.'

'Great,' non-suit Peter (Tobey) says.

'Yeah,' my Peter said. 'That's great.'

'I think I can make an antiserum for Doctor Osborn,' non-suit peter (Tobey) says. 'Been thinking about it a long time.'

My Peter side eyes non-suit Peter, obvious hatred in his eyes. I've never seen him so... angry.

'Gotta cure all of 'em, right?' non-suit Peter (Tobey) says.

'Right,' said my Peter.

'It's what we do.'

Both Peters walk off into their separate corners, leaving my Peter to contemplate things. I stare at the trio, my head spinning.

'What?' my Peter asks, looking at me.

'It's... three of you,' I say. 'Hard to wrap my head around. And I've wrapped my head around weirder things before.'

He glances behind him at the others and chuckles at the absurdity. I was feeling all fidgety and look around at the group.

'Give me something to fix,' I say to my Peter. 'Anything I can do with my hands. To help out.'

He gives me a soft look. One that means he's about to be all caring and annoyingly adorable, and I'm not gonna get my way.

'Just rest, Maya. You've been up for like two days. Please, just go sit down.'

I want to argue, but I know it won't do either of us any good. Besides, he seemed relieved when I simply nodded, and that made me feel okay about sitting this one out. However, my leg wouldn't stop bouncing and I finally decide to just get up and walk around, scanning what everyone was doing. I lean on a lab desk watching the new Peters measure out random liquids.

'Do you always just stare like that?' suit Peter (Andrew) says, glancing up at me.

I shrug. 'I've been told. Sorry. Just... have nothing to do.'

'You a science person?' non-suit Peter (Tobey) asks.

'I'm an... engineer person, I guess,' I say. 'I build things. I come from a long line of geniuses on my dad's side. He taught me everything I know.'

'Sounds like a good relationship,' non-suit Peter (Tobey) says.

I look down at my hands. 'Yeah it, uhm, it was.'

'Was?' suit Peter (Andrew) asked.

I take a deep breath. 'He... died over a year ago. Miss him every day.'

'I'm really sorry,' said suit Peter (Andrew). 'We can understand how hard that is.'

I shrug. 'Peter helped me through it. He's, my rock. Thank you both for... keeping him sane, I guess.'

'You do that without our help,' non-suit Peter (Tobey) says while smirking.

'You think so?' I ask, looking at my Peter.

'Definitely,' said suit Peter (Andrew). 'You can see it in the way he looks at you. I've once looked at someone that way.'

I smile slightly as I glance back at the other two Peters. I straighten up and walk over to my Peter as he asks Ned to run a diagnostic on the computer. I slide into the seat next to him.