CAT ON THE BALCONY

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C A T    O N    T H E    B A L C O N Y
[ INTRODUCTION. ]

don't waste it, don't waste your life.

don't waste it, don't waste your life

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i. summary

Wyatt's always felt like there was something missing in his life, like there was a big hole gaping in the spot where his heart was supposed to be. Like he was missing out on something extraordinary which only normal people could achieve. And Wyatt? He was far from normal, possibly the farthest a person could be. He was supposed to be a teenager with a roof over his head, eating regular meals, and excelling in the classroom. Not all of which were fulfilled.

He did excel in the classrooms, though. It was about the only normal thing in his life. School became Wyatt's escape; he didn't have to worry about what he was doing with himself because he had a schedule, he got to eat lunch everyday, and he didn't have to resort to nefarious means to get what he needed to sustain himself. Outside of Midtown couldn't be more different.

Running with two misplaced teens, Jonathan and Christi, Wyatt's found himself the leader of their trio. He just wants them to have good lives but in order to get there, he sees the path they have to take is littered with thievery and desperation — the perfect mixture for hard-earned survival. Despite this leadership, the trio is more like a family than anything. Wyatt would do whatever it takes in order to protect Jonathan and Christi from danger.

One such danger being Norman Osborn, the CEO of Oscorp. His son Harry just started attending Midtown, had even bumped into Wyatt a few times, but Norman was nothing like his son. Norman was cold and calculating where Harry was softer and kinder. It's the old man that first hears of Wyatt's reputation on the streets.

" 'The Prince of Thieves' is what they call you," and Norman's right, it is what they call Wyatt. It was a name he'd had to earn. "I could have a proposition for you and your little gang of misfits. I'll cut right to it — find me Spider-man, bring him here to Oscorp, and you'll be provided for for the rest of your lives. One of the best apartments in Queens, a chauffeur, a stocked fridge, paid college tuition and all for the low, low price of Spider-man."




𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐘 ° PETER PARKERWhere stories live. Discover now