Juggling an identity ~spiderman~

Chapter 17

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~Wades POV~

Unlocking my door, I swiftly made my way inside. I stepped over the empty pizza boxes on the floor and stumbled my way over to the couch, only thing in the room that's not filled with trash.

I saw a bright yellow post-it-note stuck on the TV. I leaned forward and reached for the piece of paper.

I went out to buy some cat food. Dont burn down the house.

We have a cat? I shrugged and threw the paper onto the floor. Clicking the red button on the remote, a weird Japanese cooking show turned on. I flicked through the channels barely paying attention to what was showing up. Something that caught my eye was the news though. The New York Bulletin was on. It was showing Spidey swinging saving a kid from being ran over by a truck. 

I don't mean to show off but...     I Am Spider-Man's Biggest Fan.

and nobody can prove me wrong. The only thing I don't know about him is his identity. I could most likely find it out if I wanted to (no you couldn't) but I respect his privacy so I'm not even going to attempt. Plus I already stalk him enough, stalking him in his private life would be creepy. [You're already being creepy]   Shhhh no I'm not :)

The video of Spidey ended on the screen ended and a lady with blonde hair started talking into a microphone.

"Currently, there is a rumor that the Avenger's are on the hunt for our Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman. We currently don't know why however have multiple sightings of the SHIELD try-carrier. If this is is serious, should we not trust Spiderman? or the Avengers?"

Spiderman is being hunted by the Avenger's? MY baby boy is being hunted? NOT ON MY WATCH.

I may have never actually introduced myself to Spidey but I always knew in the back of my mind that if he's ever in trouble, I won't hesitate to jump into action. (I thought you said we only look out for ourselves?) [We only cause more trouble when we try to help]

I ignored the voices in my head and continued watching the TV.

My phone buzzed, pulling it out my pocket, I recognized the contact as Weasel, my friend. The text message was long, so I assumed it was a new job assignment. I skimmed through the text, ignoring most of the parts. I finally found the payment... 1M$ HOLY MOLY, IM GONNA BE RICH! WHO IS THIS PERSON??  My eyes darted towards the top of the message, huh. A dude named Peter Parker. I wonder what's so special about him? A link was attached to a downloadable file. 

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Name:

Peter Parker

Occupation:

Daily Bugle Photographer

Age:

16

Family:

Mary Parker(Mother)  Richard Parker(father)   May Parker(Aunt)   Ben Parker(Uncle)

Nationality: 

American

School:

Midtown School of Science and Technology

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My jaw DROPPED. He goes to the same school as me! He's only sixteen, barely any younger than me. [You failed a few grades] (It's fineeee, that's why we moved school. Get a fresh start) [We're still incredibly stupid] (and ugly) [very hated] (a disappointment) [also crazy] (waste of space)

"SHUT UP" I threw my phone out of anger onto the wall. Bits and pieces of metal and glass cluttered the dirty wooden floor. Sighing, I walked over to the kitchen to get out the dust pan and brush.