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...
Y'all I literally typed out the chapter title and was like "oh shit, we're on chapter 65." And then I realized how much has happened since I started this book... :)) ANTYWAYS, I watched TASM on Netflix last night and rejogged my memory of everything. Let me tell you... that movie never fails to inspire me.
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"How can I help you?"
The blonde woman with blunt cut bangs stared at her computer screen, happily clicking away as if she didn't just ask us a question.
All of her attention was towards something else, and if I hadn't noticed her mouth moving, I would've assumed that it wasn't the receptionist before us asking us what sort of help we needed.
Peter, Flash, and I exchanged confused looks before Peter turned his attention towards the woman, leaning against the high steel counter.
"We're here for Doctor Brock," Peter effortlessly stated.
Flash and I stared at Peter confused, and then to the blonde receptionist who turned towards the three of us questionably.
Her eyes skimmed each of our faces before offering a small smile at Peter.
"Ah, yes. You'll find yourself to the left."
Peter's face fell slightly at her words, her eyes returning back to the sleek screen in front of her just as he swallowed thickly. His eyes met mine momentarily, but before I could reach out to him, he stepped slightly away. Confused, I looked at him once more with a look begging for him to elaborate his sudden fall in emotions.
He ignored my pleading stare with a slight frown on his face and walked around Flash and I to the other side of the counter on the left.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked the receptionist.
She smiled bleakly at me, as if she'd rather be doing anything else, "You're here for the internship, aren't you?"
Oh.
"Yes," Flash and I stated in unison.
"Then you'll find yourselves on the left," her finger pointed towards where Peter hovered, a group of white badges laying on the counter under his gaze.
I muttered a 'thank you' to her, allowing Flash to grab my arm and direct me towards Peter's still figure. His face remained stoic as he skimmed the badges supported by lanyards, his fingers twitching at his sides as if he was begging to be able to reach up and pull at the ends of his hair.
"Thank God," Flash whispered to me, stopping right next to Peter.
I hummed in response, peering at the badges and then up at Peter's emotionless face. "Peter?"
His eyes flashed towards mine for a split second and then back down to the plastic cards. He snagged one in his hand, it reading "Dustin Chamberlin" as he held it up to wrap the lanyard around his neck.
