Hope.

Chapter three. 'Oscorp...'

Author note: I'm really sorry for the wait- I know it's been quite a while! I'm currently traveling around Europe without a laptop and barely any wifi so have had to write this on the tiny screen of my phone :(

Therefore I seriously apologies for any typos and such~ anyway... Enjoy! ♡

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'Elevator closed to public outside of working hours'

I flash the sign I'd never really noticed an irritated look of dismay. A small sigh of frustration escapes my lips as I turn back around to head towards the exit I just came through. Peter hesitates next to me, standing there, taking in the strange, almost eerie sight of an abandoned Oscorp.

The downstairs foyer, where we stand, shows no trace of people having been inside for a while now.

I suppose they must have evacuated Oscorp last night too... Though that seems odd. Now they're just telling people they needn't turn up today?

I received an odd text earlier this morning stating that the interns tour group I had a small part in today had been unexpectedly cancelled without even a hint do warning. Despite very clear instructions telling me there was absolutely no need for me to show up for work today- I still wanted to come to the lab, figuring I may as well pick up some of the files and folders so I could catch up on work from home ...Also part of me desperately wanted to see what Oscorp would be like empty, without crowds and crowds of people flocking in through each and every floor.

"Uh, Gwen?" Peters voice stops me in my tracks. "Do you still happen to have your Oscorp ID card? ...You know- the one that lets you access all the locked doors?"

A thin black strap hangs around my neck, heavy with my ID. Of course it would work for the elevator, what are you thinking Gwen?

I want to palm myself in the face for not remembering that- I figure to myself that I must just be very out of it today. I think that last night I got only a mere couple of hours of sleep.

Peter looks sympathetic as I press the key card into a pad mounted on the wall. The elevator jostles to life, lighting up the insides as two glass doors widen for Peter and I to enter.

Between us though- there's nothing but silence. The gears of the moving lift providing the only form of noise to echo through the whole building.

I think last night must've really scared me...

It was hard enough knowing that my dad was out there on that bridge- but when I woke to find Peter missing...

No- I must have just immediately thought the worst. He could have changed rooms, then slunk back into his own later. That or he could have just stepped out for a breath of fresh air...

At 3 in the morning?

I shake my head softly- trying to remove any crazy unwanted ideas from my head. I decided a few hours ago that I wouldn't mention anything to him. There's not really any point to be honest.

I left their house early this morning so that I could check that things were right back home, but as soon as Peter overheard I would still be going to Oscorp- he was pretty insistent that he came to with me.

I simply stare out of the glass, watching the ground slowly disappear below me in the elevator, just like I do most afternoons. I can feel Peter's stare against the back of my head, yet I still continue to ignore him.

From the back of the lift I soon hear mumbles and the soft trod of footsteps as Peter paces back and forth. I finally turn around when I hear him muttering things underneath his breath, a look that almost resembles one of realization appearing on his face. His head every so often shakes back and forth.