𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙒𝙀𝘽 • p. parker

chapter three

WHEN IN NEW YORK
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ONCE RORY WALKED OFF, PETER RACED AFTER THE SUITED MAN. As he nonchalantly followed the man, he made sure to stay a few feet back.
Hiding behind a wall, the Parker boy watched as the man typed a code for a door, once opened, two men in hazmat suits walked out. When they left the hallway, Peter snuck over and typed the passcode. Smiling slightly when it worked, he looked around and slipped into the room.
Upon entering, Peter caught sight of a rack of hazmat suits, and machines manufacturing little bullet like objects. Another machine to the right seemed to be making, spider webs?
Walking to the left, Peter looked into a purple tinted room with what looked like one hundred spiders. Opening the door, the young man walked into the room and gasped at all the insects.
Flicking a web, the machine stopped and all the spiders started to fall. Peter made sure not to scream in terror and instead wiggled and smacked all the spiders off of his body. Well, almost all of the spider.

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As he tried to sneak out the same way Rory went, he was trapped by Gwen. He chuckled and pointed behind him, trying to come up with a lie but none came as easily to him as they did for the Morais girl.
"Alright, give me the badge." Gwen held her hand out expectingly. Peter sighed and unclipped the name tag.
"Sorry." He mumbled as he handed it to the blonde. She took it with an unreadable, mother-like, look and walked away. On the back of his neck, Peter felt a bite.
Gasping out, his hand went immediately to his neck, but he played it off when Gwen turned back around.
As he left the Oscorp building, he couldn't help but continuously rub at his neck. What the hell bit him?

While on the subway, Peter had payed out on a bench and closed his eyes. He couldn't help but notice that he was noticing a lot more than usual. That really showed itself when the boy awoke from a water drop hitting his nose.
Jumping up, the beer bottle a man had placed on his forehead flipped over and splashed the girl next to him, drenching her in the alcohol.
When he thought he had rolled to the ground, he noticed everything was upside down, and that he was actually on the ceiling of the train. Finally dropping to the ground, Peter looked in front of himself in a daze.
"Disgusting. Now I smell like beer." The woman groaned. Peter shit up eerily quickly and patted the woman's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He looked to his hand once he realized it was stuck to her shirt. "I didn't mean to..."
"Get your hand off her!" A short balding man walked up to Peter.
"I'm trying to get my hand-" Peter trailed off. The short man pushed the boy and as he did the woman's shirt ripped off.
Once Peter realized, he quickly turned away. The group of people laughed.
"Are you kidding?" The balding man asked rhetorically.
"I'm sorry." Peter glanced back with his hand out, the shirt still firmly stuck to him.
"Are you freaking kidding me?" The man yelled again.
The Parker boy was distracted yet again by his hand that was not letting go of the pole.
"Yeah, get him Rudy!" One of the onlookers cheer. The bald man ran to Peter's back, but somehow the boy knew he was coming and dodged. Rudy dove onto the bench and groaned.
"Man, I'm sorry!" Peter said yet again. "Oh, man, are you alright?"
Jumping up, he used his knees to smack another man in the head, knocking him down as well. The woman were 'ooh'ing.
As the bigger man walked forward, Peter dropped to the ground and kicked him, sending him to the end of the train.
A dark skinned man looked from Peter to his skateboard. Peter, who followed his gaze sighed.
"No, man, no." He pleaded as the older guy grabbed the skateboard. "Not my board. Please dude, don't-" He cut himself off as the man swung and broke the wood in half on Parker's arm. A different man with a dark colored beanie picked up one half of the board and charged at Peter. The boy pushed his face and flipped over, kicking him back but getting stuck in the process. Kicking his feet, the pole he was stuck on popped off the floor and the young man stood straight, accidentally hitting one of the men in the face. As Peter turned, he hit the first guy, Rudy, in the groin.
"Sorry." He said and jerked his hand, hitting the third man and Rudy simultaneously knocking them to the ground again.
"Sorry, oh." Peter groaned. All the men who attacked him were out cold or too tired to fight, the woman stood on the benches to get out of the way.
"I'm so sorry." Peter repeated and as the pole finally fell grim his hand, he looked at in shock.
"Coney Island, next stop." The conductor announced over the PA. "Next and final stop, Coney Island."