(Curt Conners entered his home, he hadn't been spending much time with his wife and son lately and felt the need to leave the lab earlier than usual)
(He was very personally invested in the work he was doing with Peter but unfortunately it was becoming clear that it was interfering with time he should have spent with his family)
(When he came in however he realized no one was home, he went into the kitchen and found a note)
(He read the note slowly, immediately recognizing his wife's handwriting)
(The more he read the more his fist clenched)
(When he finished reading he slammed his hand down on the table)
(She had..she had left him...and took his son with her..)
(Curt's eyes slowly turned from sadness to anger, he then roared out in agony and shoved some plates to the floor)
(In a fit of rage he turned and left the house, intent to head straight back to the lab, he would finish his formula..tonight)
(Peter entered his apartment, happy that Mr Ditkovich had finally gotten his door fixed)
(He plopped himself down on his bed, lost in thought)
"That girl was pretty incredible." (He thought) "Who was she?"
(Just then his cell phone rang and he saw that it was Mary Jane calling)
Peter: "MJ? What's up?"
MJ: "Hey Peter. Listen I just thought I should let you know that John Jameson stopped by here earlier. Don't worry nothing happened but he wasn't making much sense and it sounded like he might be up to something. And also he seemed kind of obsessed with you and our relationship."
Peter: "Really? That's odd. Maybe I should go talk to Mr Jameson."
MJ: "Yeah maybe he could help. Anyway I just wanted to give you a heads up. I'll talk to you later. Have a good night, Peter."
Peter: "Yeah you too. Good night, MJ."
(They hung up and both were left wondering if they should have said more...)
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Spider-Man 4
FanfictionPeter has experienced much in his years of being Spider-Man. Between super villains, his back and forth relationship with Mary Jane and the loss of his best friend Harry Osborn, Peter has been through so much that you'd think he'd have earned a brea...