Not So Friendly Anymore

Chapter 4: The Dark Protector

The next morning, Peter Parker stood at the helm of Parker Industries, his mind already absorbed in the day's tasks. The video footage of his confrontation with Shocker had reached more eyes than he anticipated, and the city was buzzing with mixed reactions. Peter felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he knew he had to stay focused. Every decision he made was crucial, and he couldn't afford any mistakes.

His secretary, Anna, entered the office with a stack of papers. "Mr. Parker, these are the latest financial reports and project updates. Also, there's a board meeting at 11 AM to discuss our quarterly earnings and future investments."

Peter nodded, taking the documents. "Thank you, Anna. I'll review these before the meeting."

As Anna left, Peter's phone buzzed. It was a text from Natasha Romanoff. He read the message, noting her concern and her request to meet. He typed a quick response, agreeing to meet her that evening, though his intention was far from cordial.

In the boardroom, the atmosphere was tense but professional. Parker Industries had grown exponentially under Peter's leadership, but the board members had begun to notice his relentless drive and the toll it was taking on him.

"Mr. Parker," began Richard Connors, one of the senior board members, "we've seen a remarkable increase in our revenue, but there are concerns about the direction we're taking with some of our projects, particularly those related to surveillance and security."

Peter leaned forward, his expression calm but firm. "Our priority is to ensure the safety and security of this city. The technologies we're developing are essential to that mission."

Another board member, Linda Michaels, spoke up. "But there are ethical concerns, Peter. The public is becoming increasingly wary of constant surveillance. We need to address these issues."

Peter's eyes hardened. "I understand the concerns, but our responsibility is to protect the citizens of New York. Sometimes, that requires difficult decisions. Rest assured, we're operating within legal boundaries."

The board exchanged uneasy glances, but Peter's resolve was unshakeable. He outlined the upcoming projects and their potential benefits, emphasizing the importance of staying ahead of the curve in technological advancements.

Later that evening, Peter made his way to a small, inconspicuous café in Hell's Kitchen. Natasha was already there, seated in a corner booth. She looked up as he approached, her expression a mixture of relief and concern.

"Peter," she greeted, motioning for him to sit.

"Natasha," he replied, taking the seat opposite her. "You wanted to talk."

She nodded, leaning in. "I've been worried about you. The footage of you taking down Shocker... that wasn't the Peter I know. What's happening to you?"

Peter smirked, a cold edge to his demeanor. "I've changed, Natasha. The city needs a stronger protector, someone who isn't afraid to make tough choices. The symbiote isn't controlling me. I'm in control. I see things more clearly now."

Natasha reached out, placing a hand on his. "But at what cost? You're isolating yourself, pushing everyone away. We care about you, Peter. We want to help."

Peter pulled his hand back, his eyes narrowing. "Help? You mean like when you were Nancy Rushman?" He watched her flinch at the mention of the name. "I would have tried to make you happy if you let me. But you left, remember? Told me Nancy's feelings weren't yours."

Natasha's face softened, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. "Peter, that was different. I wasn't myself. You know that."

Peter's expression hardened. "It doesn't matter now. I don't need anyone's approval or help. Not yours, not anyone's. I'm doing what needs to be done."