008.sweetness and persuasion

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a/n-writing this book feels so different because... I MET TOM HOLLAND OMG

chapter eight•sweetness and persuasion

"Did I persuade you?" Peter asks, a slight smirk forming on his face. He quickly returns to a smile.

"Oh shut up, Parker. Don't get comfortable."

We arrive at a man named Happy's condo. Peter has spoken about his friend Happy, and his aunt, May. You remember May from your Peter.

The condo isn't huge, but it is simple and nice. It makes me think of my home.

"Where's Connors?" Peter's voice echoes.

I suddenly spot a woman with dark straight hair who I assume to be May. She looks nice enough . Is this Peter really a friend and not a foe? Or are they trying to lure me in with their sweetness?

They wanted to kill me, don't they? Parker will never come close. He wouldn't even stand a chance. I smile at the thought of having victory over Spider-Man.

"He told me he wants to stay in the truck," May says to Peter.

I hear the sound of the alarms in Happy's condo being turned off. Peter closes the door, and May goes over to him. He whispers something in her ear, but I can't quite hear everything.

The others are already using everything in the condo for their own fun. It's understandable, because both of us are unaccustomed to luxury.

Max shoots a bolt of energy at the TV and turns it on. Sandman sits on the couch, but sand falls everywhere. He looks down with a frown. "Oh... sorry." He then tries to brush it off, but fails miserably.

Norman has said that he is impressed by the pieces of technology Peter had lying around the apartment. And honestly, I am also. I had already seen Peter's nano suit, but I didn't know he had this many gadgets.

Otto is still annoyed that he was being held by his own robot tentacles. And I am annoyed that we haven't found a fix for all of this yet.

"So, this is your plan, Peter? Hmm? No lab, no facilties, just performing miracles in a condominium? Hmm? What, are you going to cook us some cures and some frozen burritos in a microwave?" Otto scowls.

"I could go for a burrito," Norman shrugs.

"He's gonna kill us all."

"Agreed," I laugh as brunette hair falls down my back.

"Wow, you actually laughed, Synne. Anyways, let's hope not. You're up first, Doc."

"Parker," I groan.

Peter ignored Otto and walks into the storage room. "What? Hey, I told you, I don't need fixing," Otto insists.

"I don't need fixing!" he fumes.

"Especially by a teenager using scraps from a bachelor's junk drawer," he adds.

"Watch it," I hiss at the teenager part.

Max follows Peter. "Nah, nah, nah. He got something back there. I can feel it. That weird energy."

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I am in the living room with Otto and Sandman, while Norman, May, and Max go into the storage room with Peter to work in the lab. I hear Max being dazzled by something back there. Little did I know, it was the arc reactor.

The kitchen, which is right next to the living room, suddenly has a hole come through the wall. I flinch a bit. What on Earth was Parker doing back there that he managed to put a hole in the wall?

"He's going to kill us all," Otto repeats.

While Max and Sandman talk, I start to explore on my own. I didn't even feel like interacting with the others. But someone appears at my side. Peter. He seems.  way too energetic.

"You're up after Doc."

"No way, Parker."

He gives me the sweetest puppy dog eyes. He looks adorable with the chocolate brown specks paired with his big smile. "Please."

"Maybe. Who even knows how this one will go," I  point out.

"Well that's true, love. But you'll be safe, I promise."

I feel my heart beat fast again. I brush away my thoughts. My heart isn't beating for Peter... is it?My face isn't  red for Peter... is it? He just called me love, and I don't think anyone has ever cared enough to use a pet name or even a nickname on me.

I am nervous around the boy I am meant to hate.
I wanted to kill him, but at the same time I want be with him forever. I feel his hand brush against mine and I look down in surprise.

"Why do you care?" I whisper.

Peter smiles, giving my hand a squeeze. When someone goes to touch me, I usually burn them on purpose because I don't care about them or their affection. This time, I let my hand rest.

"Everyone needs a hero. You do too."

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