"Ok," Peter ran his hand through his hair, the two officers standing next to the side of him sheepishly. The alleyway looking especially dark as the officers tried to deliver their news. "this is ok," Peter ran his hands down his face, pulling at the skin at the bottom of his face as he paced back and forth.
"This is absolutely ok, there is nothing wrong with this, "Peter was making jerky hand motions as he tried to convince himself that everything was fine. Staring down at the floor as he did so.
"This. Is. Fine. This. Is. Ok!" the two officers exchanged looks as they watched their friend slowly lose his mind and come to terms with the situation that they had accidently caused. They didn't miss the way his hands shook, or the way he tried to take in deep breathes to calm himself
"I'm sure you guys did not just tell me that there's an award for my mask, right?" Peter whipped his head around to look at the officer with wide eyes.
"Right? You guys are just messing with me?" silently, Hendrickson inched forward and held out his phone for Peter to grab, which he did, the phone already opened to what Peter needed to see. And oh boy, they were not kidding when they said that Spider-man, and by extenSion Peter, had a monstrous amount of strength
"Are you serious?!" his hand was planted into the wall of the building they were behind, his forehead leaning against the brick wall as he let out shaky breathes. His other hand balling up into a fist before he let it rest on the wall above his head. Everything, everything he had worked so hard for, was falling apart. Years of struggling as a hero, years of trying to win the people over, and after a single year of winning their approval and support, he struggled to keep the bitter laugh from going past his lips.
The NYPD had just received a state-wide order to try and arrest his hero persona and unmask him. The reason didn't even make sense, but it was obvious that someone wanted the spider gone. And based on the way the message was worded, most, if not all, of the departments that make up the emergency services, were ordered to do the same thing. All of his allies, all of his carefully crafted friendships and partners ships, were destroyed in less than 500 words.
"You gotta be kidding. Please tell me this is a joke." His shoulders slumped further as he faced the wall.
"…Peter" Hendrickson stayed back as he watch the hero process everything. Watching him lean his forehead against the wall while one fist was still implanted in the wall, the other threading through his hair nervously. Martinez shuffled on his feet nervously. All of them feeling the tenSion in the air.
"…M-maybe everything will be fine?" Martinez was grasping for straws. Trying to find some sort of solace.
"You read the message Martinez, you both saw the message" Peter ran his hand through his hair again, thoroughly messing up his brown locks. And though the officers could not see it, his face was grim and full of sorrow.
"You saw the shoot to incapacitate order..." the officers clenched their hands at his words, a mixture of anger and dread flowing through their bodies. The uproar that came from their precinct at the message was loud enough to hear outside, loud enough to even scare some of the detainees at the sudden, sour, bitter mood that covered the station. And Hendrickson had no doubt that instead sounds of fury and indignation, other precincts were grinning like mad men. Eager to take out their faithful hero.
"We don't know if they will shoot at you though! You've done so much! " Martinez was desperately trying to find some sort of sunlight in the dark news. Peter shook his head violently while staring down at the pavement under his feet. He carefully took his fist out of the wall, ignoring the way the rocks were embedded into his skin or how he could feel a prickle of pain coming from it. He could deal with that later.
"The 5th is the only precinct who accepts me, or at very least, tolerates me," His voice was quiet, but seemed to echo throughout the empty alley way, his voice the very epitome of frustration. He couldn't help it. He had gotten used to the feeling of joy as he was able to swing around the city without facing an overwhelming number of jeers and insults. To being able to actually talk to most of the citizens without worrying about getting arrested or insulted. To actually getting thanked for his efforts. It felt like someone was violently pulling the rug out from under his feet.
"Captain Yuri is on my side but her officers are not. Let's face it." His face had a grim and scornful look. The feeling of anger as well as something mixed between sorrow and hopelessness made his stomach clench painfully and made his eyes water with tears of frustration.
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