"Peter Parker is a student, laboratory assistant and superhero. A future discoverer of chemistry, biology, genetics, a future science star, and New York's hope for a peaceful life, Spider-Man is a crime-fighter, helping anyone who asks for it.
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"Be careful Parker, you have to live to see all the photos from the trip."
The next day for Peter began with problems - being late for school, the guy first turned out to be a laboratory assistant for Miss Harley, a very strict chemistry teacher who could not stand Parker, and then slipping on a freshly washed floor, the guy rolled down the stairs, counting each one with his ass step. Rising with difficulty, the guy with a quiet sigh thought that the body modified by the bite of a spider is good, but it’s worth being careful, otherwise it’s not far to break the spine. "Parker! Have you decided to kill yourself?" Elizabeth Toomes, captain of the school's decathlon team, was a rather pretty mulatto with dark hair and a very nice figure. He and Parker rarely spoke, since Peter, apart from helping Connors, was never particularly interested in being active at the university, and the girl only once came to him with an offer to join the team.
Having heard the refusal, the brunette no longer got the guy, only saying hello at meetings and occasionally inquiring about his health, and Peter himself did not seek to communicate with Toomes - he had enough to do without it. "Be careful, otherwise you'll be in jail for a few months, and that's all the rector wants. He'll kick you out without the right to be reinstated." "Thank you," the boy said, rising on shaky legs. Regeneration is regeneration, but still counting about thirty steps with the coccyx is not a joke, ordinary people would not be able to stand up. "Did you want something?"
"But you don't believe in my philanthropy?" arching an eyebrow slightly, she asked. Arching an eyebrow, the brown-haired woman pointed to the clock, which said that already ten minutes later the next couple had begun and the girl, snorting, pointed to the bench. "Come sit down, we need to talk." Sitting carefully on the bench, Pete grimaced a little at the pain that shot through his back, and sighing, he took painkillers from his bag. "I won't beat around the bush, I need your photography skills." "Wedding photo session?" grinning, asked Peter, who had been pestered by his acquaintances not so long ago. Even during his relationship with Gwen, many envied the blonde that her boyfriend could compete with professional photographers in skills. "Ha, I haven't found one yet to whom I am ready to give my allegiance," Liz said with a snort. "So far, I'm only loyal to science, but who knows..." "Sorry, I'm busy," the guy immediately shaved off the girl, not wanting to enter into a relationship with anyone. Gwen was still in his heart, whom the brown-haired man still loves. "So, what did you want?" "You callous, Parker," Liz said as she straightened her hair. "Tomorrow we are going to the observatory that was built on one of the buildings of the Starks quarter. The staff photographer of the club fell ill, or rather, someone very smart from the football team broke his arm, and we urgently need someone who can replace him. Your candidacy is the best. Will you help?"
"I think I can give you some time," Peter nodded slightly, thinking a little. Brown wanted to get into the observatory that night, without any reconnaissance, hoping that the place would not be guarded like a Federal Reserve Bank, but the penetration could be postponed, especially since there was such a posh reason. "So, when and where are we meeting?" "At my house, at seven?" slightly flapping her cilia, Toomes was immediately shaved off by the guy who passed the dismissive look that he bestowed on the girl's figure. "Hey, I might be offended! Tomorrow at five at the main entrance, a bus will be sent for us." "Okay, Miss Seduction, I'll be there," snorting, the boy quickly got up and walked towards the philosophy class. "The main thing is to warn your wards that I'm going with you, otherwise some of your girls will come out with poison. They love Alan so much that they still pour shit on me for his ruined nose and fractures." "Don't worry, DuPont and her friends won't be on this trip," Liz said with a chuckle as she stood up. "Be careful Parker, you have to live to see all the photos from the trip." With a snort, Parker headed off to class, scribbling a message to Matt that today's rendezvous was canceled - being able to visit the observatory before the various fine items were taken out was much better than scurrying in without knowing the area, as even Copycat couldn't find any maps of the premises.
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"Well, then today I'll take care of Owl, maybe he will tell you exactly what the Kingpin is up to," Murdoch answered. "Will you help him, Pete? I don't like the fact that my hubby is going to climb into that snake nest." "Of course," Peter replied, realizing that letting a friend go somewhere alone, especially if it had to do with the Kingpin, was pure suicide. Of all the guy's acquaintances, Matt was the only one who actively participated in the fight against criminals, and at the same time was the most defenseless - his gift was that he could hear like a bat, but his body, in general, was not changed. And now, looking at the SMS from Elektra, the guy understood how much the man was risking.
"When to advance? And where?""Meet me at the old water tower in the Bronx," the answer came immediately, and the guy put the phone in his pocket. Walking into class with a communication tool was like death, as Mr. Milligan was a staunch anti-smartphone guy, still using a plain old keyboard player.
