Fight Or Flight | Peter Parker & MJ

12:01 AM

            I walk into the office, closing the door gently behind me... I look around and my eyes land on the desk that has a plate labeled Norman Osborn. The desk was a rich mahogany, not a thing being out of place. The desk was meticulous in where it placed it's paperweight to its stapler. Behind the desk was the classic large leather rolly chair and behind was a large painting that looked to be abstract. Then on the left side was another large painting, along with a small table with artifacts and items you'd expect to see in a museum. The room seemed to trail gold all around it, from the gold name plate to the gold items and gold painting and gold rim that lined the room's wall. I go to the right side, where a cabinet lined the wall, being as tall as a normal table. It had more things on top but nothing was ever careless... Everything was placed somewhere with a purpose.

            I opened a folder, to which it had nothing useful.

            I started looking through the cabinets but, I didn't want to ravage the place, Osborn would definitely notice.

            I make my way to the painting and stare at it, squinting my eyes as I look everywhere on the painting... I don't know why I'd assume his office would have a secret door but honestly, seeing the things I've seen, it was worth the shot. I lifted my hand to graze my hand on the planting but I honestly was scared I was not going to find anything and then this expensive art would be ruined somehow... I believe you can't touch paintings at the museum because of the oil from your hands.

           I hesitated as I held my hand up, hovering over the painting. After staring at the painting for what seemed like hours, I dropped my hand to my side and huff. What am I doing here..? Why did I come to this party?  I go back over to the cabinets, leaning on it...

          "Ayyyy Peter." Harry walked in, "like my dad's office?"

          "It's very meticulous."

         "That's my dad for you! Hahaha!"

          I nod at Harry, itching behind my ear as I didn't know what to say. All of my energy to create conversation was gone.

          "Hey, I'm not supposed to show you this,  but come here." Harry says, going to the left side of the room. I narrow my eyebrows as I walk over. Harry then hovers his hand over a Gold rod that sat vertically, "I saw my dad do this once." He then grabbed the rod and tapped his thumb four times in a Morse code pattern. The center of the table popped up, creating an elevated surface in a circle shape. Harry pulls it out and reveals an oval glass container in the center of the wood from the table. Within the glass, a black substance crawled around before sticking to the glass as if trying to reach Harry and I... "What is that?" I asked, feeling uneasy.

            "I don't know, probably something my dad made. Creepy, right?" Harry asked.

            "Yeah..."

              The substance circled its black slimy exterior around before sitting at the back of the container. I squinted my eyes as I looked at it.

              The gue jumped to the front of the glass suddenly, causing me to jump while my spidey sense was freaking out. My head was being pulled in two different places. Harry laughed, "Whoa!"

              The glass then cracked.

              "Uh-Harry... Maybe close it." I say.

              "Wow... My father is gonna be pissed HAHAHAHAHH." Harry said,  not moving from his gaze to the black substance as the glass continued to crack slowly. The black species spread like a web in the container.

              "Harry. Back up." I say, my spidey sense still spazzing out.

              "Don't be a pussy Peter."

               The glass container shatters, and the black slime jumps out towards Harry, I quickly push Harry out of the way, expecting to feel a spike of pain... But nothing. I look back at the container. The creature was gone. I do a 360 as I attempt to look for where it went. "Where?" I then touch my chest, my hands searching for anything not normal on my body. "What..." I look at Harry who's on the floor cackling.

              "Oh my god." I say, rolling my eyes, "Harry..."

              "You should have seen your face!!!!" He laughed.

               "What was that?"

               "I don't know!"

               I rub my face with a hand, feeling the night's events weigh on me as I relax. "Thanks for the party Harry." I say, before going to the door.

              "We should hang out more Peter... I forgot how fun you were."

               "Goodnight, Harry." I say, leaving the room and walking out. The party hadn't died down but I was ready to crawl into bed and just disappear.

              I went back to the couch, where I had left my tie and suit but it was gone. I sigh and walk down the stairs, a heaviness to my step. Ned comes up to me and hugs me, "There you are! We looked for you everywhere!"

            "Hey." I say, weakly.

             Dani and Ned suggest we go home, and I'm more than happy with the decision as I walk beside MJ. My stomach sank at the sight of her, she looked beautiful. We leave and part ways, MJ and I waiting for a taxi together as we're now left alone. I'm aware of the large distance between us as I say, "Dumb party, right?" I force a laugh.

           "Actually... I'm glad we went." She said, a smile on her face I've never seen before. I wish I never did see it.

           "Oh, y-yeah... Me too..." I clear my throat and look away.