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...
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"Nancy?"
It seemed the door had opened at some point inside my anger, and neither Flash or my conscious mind could stop myself from bursting into the room and immediately asking questions.
The old woman's head snapped towards mine at the sound of my voice, her expression completely still and uneager to explain anything as she looked me in my eyes.
A part of me felt angry, wondering why the hell she was here when she works at the diner. Wondering why she never told me she also worked at Oscorp, and why she was sitting here monitoring cameras and hiding in an office in a hidden spot of the building.
Another part of me was sad; sad that I'd trusted someone so dear to me, but somehow managed to not notice she wasn't always at the diner when she was gone.
Maybe I was too stupid to notice. Maybe Felicia was right.
"Marcy."
Her soothing voice no longer sounded so soft, and I nearly bit my tongue off trying to refrain myself from telling her to not call me that.
Ten minutes ago she was one of the few that I didn't mind if they did. The list seemed to be growing for a while. Now, I'm questioning my trust.
"Why are you here?" I hissed out, allowing my tone to fill the sharpness in my head.
Flash's gentle hand landed on the middle of my back, as if telling me to calm down or lower my voice. He could've been simply trying to comfort me though, and that was fine. It wouldn't work regardless.
Nancy's still expression switched to a soft smile, her kind eyes appearing eviler than I'd ever seen, and somehow it seemed like we were the ones in danger at this time, and not this old woman.
"Did you think that everyone was on your side?"
As if I saw red at her question, an unsatisfied and anger-filled chuckle escaped from my mouth. And I knew then that she didn't simply have a second job. No, she truly was here to be on the other side of things.
I'd been to angry to notice the cracking in my heart at the same, and somehow tears didn't build up in my eyes when my eyes felt too exposed to her sinister expression.
The look in her eye almost reminded me of the way Peter's expression held in my nightmares, just before I die. Is this where I die? Has Nancy been the downfall of my entire existence this whole time?
"I did think you were, yeah," I confirmed breathlessly.
She shook her head with a glint of something horrible in her eyes, "Brainless child. Only one person was on your side until I told you to talk to your vigilante friend, and that was your father. You couldn't face that though, that your drunken daddy was your only friend for so long."
