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꧁Chapter Twenty~Four꧂

Before I can get anywhere near the lab, I bump into Dr.Conner.
" What's the hurry ? " He asks me as he grabs my shoulders to help stabilize me.
I look up at him as I rack my brain for any believable excuse but the best I can come up with is that I left my bag inside. He stares at me in disbelief but seems to accept my lie as truth.
" You're a little off today, is everything okay ? " He asks sounding concerned.
" I'm fine just stress " I respond
He gives me a slight nod before sending me off to get my bag.
As soon as he's out of view I start sprinting back to the lab. But when I get there he is nowhere to be seen that is until I turn to see a slightly disheveled Peter.
" You get b.. " but before I can finish my question he places a hand over my mouth as he pulls me away from the other scientists.
Once we step into the hallway, Peter checks that no one is near before he he drops his hand from my mouth.
" You're going to get me caught. " he says still looking a bit paranoid.
" You haven't answered the question and give me the badge. " I respond, sticking my hand out for the badge.
" Here you go and to answer your question, no "
" Do you remember when it happened ? " I ask but before I can get my answer I start fading out of his memories. This time instead of just sitting around doing nothing I decide to spend my time speaking with Ned.
Hey~Y/N
Soon enough the bubble with three dots appears.
𝙽𝙴𝙳💻~Hey
𝙽𝙴𝙳💻~...
As I stare at my screen waiting for Ned's response another one of Peters memories starts to fade in. As I look up at the memory my heart nearly drops. Its a scene almost identical to Peter(2)'s memory. In front of me is Uncle Ben walking through the dark streets calling out to Peter but when he gets no response he continues on. Peter ignores his uncle before heading off in the opposite direction towards a lit up convince store. As I watch the memory continue to play out, I have a sudden urge to interject. I want to stop Peter's uncle from getting shot, to stop Peter from suffering but I know I can't. Soon enough Peter's memory begins to near the same conclusion as Peter(2)'s.
Peter made his way down the street as the cashier chased after an armed blonde man. He seemed to be ignoring the whole ordeal until a gun shot rung through the air. He turned around before he made his way down to where the gun shot had been fired. He quickly ran to  his Uncle Ben's lifeless body. He tried to help stop the bleeding by applying pressure but it was useless his uncle had died.
As he lays on top of the body, I manage to break out of the bubble and make my way towards him. After calling an ambulance for his uncle I knell down next to him.
"Hey Peter, a... " I start to ask but before I can finish my question, he lets go of his uncle before grabbing onto me. As he wraps his arms around me he places his face in the nook of my neck before pulling me tighter against him.
The paramedics and cops soon arrive at the scene, after declaring Uncle Ben dead the paramedics drive off leaving us with just the cops and a couple witnesses who were being interviewed
" Hey kiddos, are either of related to the victim ? " an officer in a black uniform asks.
I nod my head as I nudge Peter's face off of my shoulder. The cop takes Peter to the street corner to inaugurate him while I stand there with my arms wrapped around my torso. As they interview Peter he puts on a strong face pretending as if he hadn't just lost one of the most important people in his world.
" Ma'am, could I please interview you ?" a man with dark brown hair interrupts my thoughts as he presents his badge.
" Sure. " I respond plainly as I follow him to the side of the sidewalk.
" Can I please have your name. " the officer asks as he pulls a pen and notebook out of his brown leather jacket.
" Y/N " I look up at him expecting him to ask for a last name but he doesn't.
" Did you see anything Ms.Y/N ? "
" Yea, I saw a man with long blonde hair run into the man and then the next thing I knew Uncle Ben had been shot."
As I give my statement the officer nods along while taking notes in his notepad.
" Uncle Ben, Did you know the man ? " The officer asks me as he looks up from his notepad.
" Yes, he was my boy... " As I reach the end of my sentence I trail off into a whisper.
" Sorry could you repeat that ? "
I nod before answering his question clearly.
" Um... he was my boyfriend's uncle. "
The man nods before writing it down.
" Thank you for your time. If you remember anything else please call me. " He says as he pulls a small business card out of his pocket before handing it me.
After agreeing to call the man I make our way towards where Peter is standing.As I do so I hear the cop from behind me "Sorry for your loss kid."
As I hold Peter in my arms a different cop approaches us to tell us that we'll be taken home shortly after they finish their interviews.
When we arrive at Peter's house the cops follow behind us as Peter opens the front door. They send Peter and me to go upstairs while they break the news to his Aunt May but Peter refuses and stays in the living room. I on the other hand make my way upstairs, not wanting to intrude anymore. As I walk up the stairs I realize I had forgot to ask which of the rooms was his but it shouldn't be too hard to find. I walk down the hall slightly peeking into each of the rooms until finding the one with clothes sprawled out across the floor.
Immediately after walking into his room and closing the door behind me, I jump onto his bed. I would  be lying if I said it didn't miss my bed, sleeping on the sanctum ground wasn't necessarily the most comfortable thing ever. As I lay on his bed I take a look around his room to see what type of things he was interested in when he was younger. On the wall right in front of me are a couple of beat up skateboards with small notes and doodles drawn across. Then on my left is a poster that reads ' Dogtown and Z-Boys '. From the time I have known him I would have never imagined he was a skater boy. To me he seemed more like a science geek than anything.
Before I can look at the rest of the things that decorate his room, the door opens. Peter stands in the doorway looking a bit more disheveled than when I last saw him downstairs.
" How are you feeling ? " I know that its one of the stupidest things to ask him yet I still do it. He looks up from the floor seeming surprised that I'm still around.
I give him a forced smile as I sit up on the bed and open my arms for him to hug me. He seems to be having an internal dilemma as he looks from me to the hallway behind him. When he finally makes his decision he walks towards me before throwing himself into my arms.