Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

77. Outlaws Of Love

In his mind he was a man,
At least he thought he was

Peter and I did our best to scrub off the green paint Mysterio's fans gladly poured on us on our last mission. May aided us through the phone but, no matter how hard we scrubbed, nothing came out. Peter had the brilliant idea of turning the suit inside out, but it looks kinda weird with all the cables and mechanisms sticking out. Guess we'll be going full robot today.

"I got one, I got one, I got one," Ned proudly announced. We ended the call with May and huddled around the laptop. "I mean, you can take the guy out of the chair, but you can't take the chair out of the guy."

The other three of us peeked over his shoulder at the screen. "What did you find?"

"There's a... disturbance near a military research facility outside of the city, and witnesses say they saw a monster flying through the air."

"That's gotta be the guy we saw on the bridge, right?"

Unexpectedly, Dr. Octavius uttered two words. "That's impossible."

Peter's head popped in his direction. Whatever this doctor had experienced in his universe was eating him alive. Well, every one of the guys that'll end locked up here probably had weird ass experiences linked to Spiderman. After all, there's a lizard man on the other cell. "You know him, don't you? On the bridge, you said his name."

I can't really explain it properly, but it felt like the weight of the world was thrown to his shoulders. He was mourning. "Norman Osborn. Brilliant scientist. Military researcher. But he was greedy. Misguided."

That sounds like someone I used to know. Actually, two. But one stole very dangerous shrinking technology, almost killing my dad in the process, while the other flew in a suit of iron. Both very different people.

"What happened to—"

"WE TIRE OF YOUR QUESTIONS, BOY!" he snapped, causing us to jump a little.

"Okay... we gotta go," Peter 'mended' the situation, grabbing my hand to go back to the laptop. He didn't want to be yelled at again. "Where are we going?"

The doc's anger faltered into a more palpable sadness.... or longing."It can't be him..."

I looked straight into his tired, lifeless eyes. Inside of that robotic, black-wearer old man, a broken person was trying to break out from his routine. "Why?"

"Because Norman Osborn died years ago... So either we saw someone else... or you're flying out into the darkness to fight a ghost."

"Ghost or not, it's going down," I whispered to myself, swapping roles to be the one to bring Peter with me.

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By the time we reached the power lines, it was almost dusk. The sky unraveled in beautiful hues of purples and pinks serving as our adventuring, breathing background. Sadly, we had zero time to admire more of the scenery.

MJ taped Peter's phone on his chest, serving as a camera while having a phone call. They were our second pair of eyes in case we missed something.

Peter swung using the poles as if they were the usual ledges of the cities' buildings. Meanwhile, I propelled myself with a light trail, similar to any Mark suit or Wanda flying around.

"Keep an eye out on those trees, we don't really know where this guy is." MJ, a blurry picture to my sight, was projected on my boyfriend's phone. "I genuinely don't know how you do this without throwing up."