(Peter entered the lab, he noticed a lot of broken glass and equipment on the floor, he went to tidy some of it up when he saw Dr Conners frantically writing equations on the chalkboard)
Peter: "Doc? Are you okay?"
Conners: "Oh Peter. Thank goodness you're here. I..I haven't quite cracked the formula yet. I'm..I'm getting there but I need some help.."
(Conners stumbled and almost fell but Peter caught him)
Peter: "Dr Conners! What's wrong? Do you need to see a doctor?"
(Conners chuckled and shook his head)
Conners: "In case you've forgotten Parker, I am a doctor. I can take care of myself."
(Conners steadied himself against a table, as Peter looked at him, concerned)
Peter: "Doc I really think you should be getting home. It's late. You should maybe just take a few days off.."
(Conners suddenly slammed his fist through the table instantly destroying it)
Conners: "I have no home! Not anymore."
(He turned to Peter with a monstrous glare in his eyes)
Peter: "Doctor..I.."
(Conners slowly seemed to calm down)
Conners: "..Sorry. I'm so sorry Peter. I..I suppose I got a little carried away there. Um..you should head home. I..I don't want to keep you. I'll..I'll leave shortly."
Peter: "..okay. You should really get some help Doc."
Conners: "Of..of course, Peter. Yes I'll..look into that."
(Peter nodded and then left the room, determined to get to the bottom of this, but he knew there wasn't much Peter Parker could do to help..)
(But maybe Spider-Man could)
(What Peter didn't see was right after he left the room, Conners took a hidden vial out of his desk, a green glowing substance flowing in it)
Conners: "One more injection..and all my pain will be gone.."
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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...
