Martha Connors pushed the office door shut, her fingers desperately seeking the knob. She was playing a tug-of-war with the door, a hand gripping at the edge. The four hands of her protesting family pushed the door open in an opposing motion. She held on like grim death as she felt her grip slipping-
"Get out, the two of you. Billy, make sure your dad gets help. Call Gwen, she'll know what to do. Do not contact the police." She whispered out hurried instructions. "I'll handle this."
"No no no nonono. NO!" Curt pushed back. He was weak, but he still forced out the strength to protest. She could've sworn she heard him whimper. "We'll do this together, like you said. Whoever it is out there, whatever it is, we'll face them together-"
"I-"
The explosion bit the air as if it was intent on shattering the floor and the ceiling. Her voice caught in her throat. It was as if everything suddenly came to life, before fizzling out instantly after. The metal door fell with a deafening crash, sending a puff of smoke into the air. There was a faint scent of something burnt.
It ended their conversation, giving it an air of finality. She felt Curt's fingers brush against hers through the frame as they both released their grips on the door.
"Should we start with the first room we see, or a hallway if we find one?" There was the second voice again. Male… intelligent, with a slight vocal fry. Martha could've sworn she recognized it.
Billy's hands dropped. Curt's push weakened. With one final effort, before the smoke began to clear. The red-headed woman shut the office door.
The sound of three sets of footsteps approaching made her mouth run dry.
"Hmm… Start with the smallest room." The lady who spoke earlier replied. "Furthest to the back. If there's any valuable stuff, or people… that's where they would be."
As the haze dissipated, Martha's eyes fell on three people. On her right, stood a man- shorter than the rest, yet not quite short. His hair was greyed , either from dye or stress or age… she couldn't tell. What she could tell, however , were his clothes. He wore a dark brown trenchcoat over a cashmere sweater. A simple rectangle framed glasses were set on his nose.
On her left, was what she could've sworn was the tallest of them all. He was well built… and probably the size of the other two combined. He dressed in scrubby jeans and wore a suit that didn't fit him well. It looked likely to have belonged to someone older than him... and had been worn by that relative long before he was born. His hair was gelled back, far contrasting his overall look. The man almost belonged, but not quite. Something about his eyes was dull, lost. Like inside that rough-and-tough persona was a pushover that could be ordered around.
In the center of the trio stood the one she was willing to bet was their leader. A lady in what seemed to be… the silver version of a prison jumpsuit. In her hand, she grasped a silver suitcase. She looked to be in her mid-20s yet had hair whiter than that of the man on the right. If it was natural, it was unnatural. She was taller than him, but the older woman couldn't tell if she was taller than her.
But with Martha with her back against a door sitting on the floor, the younger lady towered over her anyways.
"Funny." The silver-haired woman remarked, looking about. "I could've sworn I heard more than one voice."
She patted her jumpsuit down, pacing the now messy lab. She tiptoed over the broken glass on the ground. Turning back to Martha, she waved her hand in the air with every word she spoke.
"I hope this doesn't put us on bad terms… this is purely a business thing, I assure you. You seem like just the person to talk to… so speak." She slid the suitcase in her hand on the lab table. Glass shards fell on the ground as she did. She lifted an eyebrow. "Call me Silver Sable."
She pointed to the man in the trenchcoat, then the other offhandedly . "Old man's Tink and the big guy's Mic. And you are…?"
"I prefer the Tinkerer. Thank you." The aforementioned man deadpanned.
"I'll call you what I want." She called over her shoulder smoothly.
"What do you want?" Martha Connors growled through her teeth, ignoring the question. "This is breaking an entry into private property, and is highly illegal."
"Hmph. You could very well say we did." The Tinkerer… as he insisted on being called , glanced back at the highly … broken door. He chuckled. "I afraid she isn't wrong Miss."
"What I want…" Silver Sable rolled her eyes, flipping open the locks of the case slowly . She spoke lightly as if she were simply ordering a coffee. "Is to know where Doctor Connors is."
Martha ran her tongue over her teeth. She thought for a long time, and the room fell silent.
"I'm Dr. Connors." Her eyes were dead-set forward at the empty hole where the door once was. She refused to look at any of the three… unwelcome visitors. "…I'm the only Dr. Connors I know of."
The lady in silver scoffed.
"You? Hmph. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised... Ater all, how would Oscorp get their hands on the country's top biogeneticist?" She shook the dust out of her hair, sighing. "But I am disappointed. We traced a lot of accounting to this lab, all to a Connors, but… Perhaps it's just my assumption. Many people have the same surname after all… and yet-"
She looked at Martha suspiciously. She knew it was a lie... didn't she? It felt like if she stared long enough she could figure out who Martha was.
The older woman broke eye contact, looking back at the ghost of the door.
"Miss?"
Sable turned to glare at him.
" I think it's time we left. It's 7:00 pm… we have a tight schedule." He held up his watch. All it took was once glance for her to groan and wave her hand nonchalantly .
...
"Fine. Pick her up Michael. Tink, give the room a search through. Let's get this over and done with." Silver Sable closed the suitcase, and the locks automatically clicked shut. She made her way to the hole where the door once was, ducking to leave.
She stopped just before leaving.
"The heat scan detected five people in the room. I trust you boys can do basic math? Surely this is something you can handle something on your own… Bring them both to the van when you're done." She yawned and disappeared down the staircase.
Panic flashed in Martha's eyes. They were looking around... five... that meant they would be looking for one person. Her eyes darted around the room as the two men closed in on her.
"I'll be waiting, ciao!"
Michael grabbed the collar of her lab coat. Yanking her up from the ground, the heavy-built man almost pulled her off her feet. She shouted, trying desperately to break herself free.
"Let ME GO!" She scolded, twisting herself around, trying to grab the man from behind her. She grasped her collar from behind, thrashing half in the air in an effort to lose his grip. "T-THERE'S NO ONE THERE!"
"Which is as much to say as there is someone there, isn't there?" The Tinkerer commented smoothly . Despite the sounds of someone shouting and screaming right next to him, he seemed completely unfazed . He turned around, smiling as if figuring it out was an achievement.
He turned ever so slowly towards the door where she leaned against. She yelled louder with every step closer to the door.
"Who is it?" One step.
"Another scientist? A colleague?" Another step.
"A relative perhaps ? A friend?" One more.
He seemed to enjoy it. Speaking so calmly while running someone else's throat dry.
Her yells began to grow weaker, but to make up for it, she thrashed in the air harder. She began digging her nails into the hands grabbing her collar.
"Don't-" She finally managed to muster the last phrase as he reached for the knob.
But before he could grab it, the door opened on its own.
Out came a small boy, who shut the door behind him as quickly as he opened it. His eyes were teary, but in his eyes, there was a strange sort of resolve. He looked from the stranger to the other stranger, and then to his mother.
"I'm the only person in the room." He said boldly , even as his voice quavered.
"A child?" The Tinkerer scoffed, stepping back from the office. He looked disappointed.
Her shoulders ached like the devil, and she hung limply , half elevated in the air. She stopped screaming, as her eyes fell on her son. She grit her teeth. He and Curt… both of them… she was going to give them such a scolding, and then such a hug afterward.
"Mom….?" His voice was soft. "…What's going on?"
...
"Billy…" She breathed.
And she never could quite remember what happened later, for all at once she saw her son get lifted up. A cloth covered her mouth and nose such that she couldn't breathe no matter how hard she tried.
And then she fainted.
He wasn't… lost per-se. He knew where he was. He just didn't know where he had to be. That was normal… right?
Should he go back to the bus driver or Harry's mom and ask if they can check what's going on with the Connors? Or should he stay here and just go there in the morning with Gwen and Harry?
Or should he sneak out and check what's going on… right now? If he swung there he might just be able to the buildings to peek and back in half an hour flat. The teen bit his lip.
He hated to admit it, he loved the folks… but the Connors did seem to attract trouble. But if it's happened enough, then just maybe the chances of this time being something Spiderman needed to swing into might just be... dimished...?
He sighed.
Peter Parker was standing in the center of a restaurant, one situated right in the middle of the hotel. It was much like the one at the theater back in New York. He had heaved whatever he saw on his place absentmindedly ; a bowl of soup, some… cherry tomatoes, mysterious noodles in a brown sauce, and what he hoped was cheese . Heh. He even took a decorative flower on accident. Looking at what others had on their plates (which looked far better), and then at his own, he had half a mind to take another round and try again . The servers, all people dressed smartly , moved wordlessly to and from the tables, cleaning platters while keeping glasses full .
One walked up to him, clearing his throat.
"Kid. You… okay?" A middle-aged man stopped just behind him, glancing over Peter's shoulder onto his plate. "You seem a little distracted… You need something?"
Startled out of his thoughts, Peter veered around and strained a smile at him. He was dressed as a server… His eyes drifted to the serving plate on the older man's hands.
Of course, he was a server.
"Ah… hah, yeah I'm good." Peter faked a cough, nodding awkwardly .
"Then if you'd be so kind, mind standing somewhere else?" The server's tone took on a vague air of annoyance. "Some people here have to work."
"Of course! Yeah, sure."
"Thank you."
Peter took a few steps back, sheepishly waving with his free hand in the air. He balanced his plate in his other, mirroring the server's style of holding the serving platter. The server grunted and walked away, heading toward the nearest table. His eyes scanned the room as he reflected on his problem.
Where to sit. It was a dilemma he never thought he'd have to worry about outside of the school cafeteria. Here he was, in a hotel, at a buffet layout, with about half of his typical classroom of junior year…. Looking for a table to sit at for dinner.
There were two options ruled out purely from practicality. There's a raving fleet of cheerleaders, with jocks at a table on the right, that was leaned up against a wall. On the left, was a horizontal sideways table leaned similarly against a glass wall. There sat everyone else he didn't know in self-arranged order.
In the center were four places he could… possibly blend in with. All of them had arrived at the restaurant late due to the trip, so they took the only tables left that could be taken . One, with the Officers Captain Stacy dragged there…. For some reason. Peter wasn't sure if they were on the bus with them… but perhaps they just wanted to sit away from the teens. Another with Emily Osborn and Morris Bench. One with Harry and Gwen (although it was over to the left, and he would have to sit next to Gwen. Harry was edged up all the way to the end of the wall). Which would be awkward enough with how Gwen already acted around him, and he was sure Harry was going to figure out.
And the final one…. Wasn't exactly a table.
It would be sitting on the staircase with Mary Jane Watson... who for some reason, found that space near a lamp a very nice place to eat. Peter Parker raised an eyebrow.
She was not the kind to be a wallflower.
As his eyes settled on her, her eyes turned to lock with his. She placed her plate down beside her, waving him over with one hand. She patted the space on her other side with her free hand.
Well… It was better than not sitting anywhere.
He approached gingerly , walking halfway across the room to sit beside her. He could've sworn he felt the eyes of some people turning around bare into his back. Peter let his sling bag fall off his shoulder onto the ground. He sat on the stairs next to her, setting his plate on his lap.
"How'd the little trip go?" MJ grinned from ear to ear, setting her own plate on her lap. "Well, it wasn't exactly alone, was it… But still, surely something happened?"
Peter blinked. Then sputtered.
"I- Wh-"
"I figured as soon as we got here and you, Gwen, Harry, and the folks who brought us here were missing, you guys had gone somewhere else for dinner ." She shrugged, picking at her plate. Most of the food was already gone. "But judging from the fact that you're all eating, you went somewhere with Mrs. O."
With how secluded the lab was, something told him it was a secret.
"N-no." He paused. "I mean yes! I just - Um, we went… somewhere I'm not supposed to tell…?"
"Somewhere you're not supposed to- Peter…. I hope they didn't bring you guys somewhere to experiment on you or anything. Or all of us for that matter." MJ raised an eyebrow. "Nothing comes for free. And thinking about it, you never know what these weird companies are up to."
What?
"No way, it didn't- The Osborns would never-" His mind drifted back to Norman Osborn. Okay… maybe they would, but not Harry. Or his mom… right? "W-well I… I mean.." He forced a spoonful of tomatoes into his mouth, turning to look away.
"RELAX! Peter, really ," She laughed. "I'm joking. I'm not the kind to gossip. I know how nice they can be. Just look at this place! Plus, this isn't the first thing Harry's paid for. Really , you don't have to defend them. I know he's not like his dad. He's going through a lot."
The girl sighed, dropping her fork onto the now empty plate. Peter swallowed his mouthful.
"If you can't tell me, I won't force it." She said sincerely , turning to look at him.
"…Thanks. I- I I'll tell you when it's time." He cast his gaze to his fork. Thinking for a moment, he hesitated before speaking. Change the subject changeitgottachangethesubjec- "So um, what are you doing here? Not here, here in Florida I mean, sitting on this staircase?"
"Gosh, I'm asking you this too many times." He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "You're probably used to it huh?"
The question, however , seemed to take her by surprise, for she didn't answer for some time. He could hear the sound of a telephone ring through the air somewhere in the middle of the hall.
"MJ?" He broke the silence, turning to look at her this time. "I- I was just curious. I just , was wondering. You're not the kind to sit alone…. From what I know at least."
She sat up straight at this, breathing in deeply . The redhead tilted her head sideways, smiling an odd closed smile. "It's nothing. It's just this place, y'know."
Mary Jane Watson looked up at the chandelier. Peter noticed how the light glinted in her hair. She sighed. "It brings back a lot of memories. And, well… I guess a girl's got her own secrets, but I don't think these secrets are mine to tell."
Peter couldn't ignore how her hand reached for the small rose on her plate. It was much like the one on his, but something told him that she didn't take it on accident.
"The most I can tell you that's mine to tell, that you couldn't tell already from what you saw that night…" She looked back to him, forcing him to make eye contact . The light glistened in her eyes… almost as if… she as going to cry and was thinking hard over what she was about to say. "…I-Is that there's more to what happened to Mark than losing a lot of money gambling. He didn't just go on a rampage."
"I-"
"A lot of it got censored. You know he did something, but you don't really know why, or what, or how, unless Liz told you but…" She dropped the flower. It fell onto the plate with a soft thud.
As much as he hated to play pretend, he knew he had to. Peter felt his jaw set. His shoulders stiffen. He forced himself to look away. If his eyes gave anything away,
"MJ… I- I'm sorry. I don- I wish I knew… I would have done anything I could to hel-"
"Didn't you already?"
Not Spiderman though… At least, not nearly enough.
Her eyes dead-set locked with his.
It was his turn to be caught off guard. It was like his jaw was glued to the roof of his mouth. Peter… didn't know what to say.
The sound of a gasp from one of the center tables cut through the chatter of the restaurant. It was followed by the screech of chairs being pushed back. A glass had fallen to the ground, shattering as it did. Everyone's eyes turned towards the source.
Both Peter and MJ's heads turned.
For a split second, Peter wasn't sure if it was grateful for the distraction, or worried- for looking up revealed it to be-
"Gwen." MJ whispered under her breath.
Next to her was a mildly worried Emily Osborn, standing not too far off. Gwen was holding a phone- no… an Osberry, to her ear. She had a hand to her mouth, and a foot in the broken glass.
"Gwen! What- Are you okay? What's going on?" Harry had already pushed his chair back and reached an arm out to touch her shoulder.
She looked distressed, wordlessly looking around. Peter pushed himself up from the staircase, throwing his slingbag over his shoulder. As he did, her eyes fell on him, and even though he couldn't hear it, he was sure from the way her shoulders heaved that she sighed in relief.
The blonde girl strode over to him, leaving a half trail of wet footprints behind her. (Only her left shoe was wet). Harry, half-seated, slid off to walk hurriedly after her. All the while, wringing his hands in front of him.
As soon as she was within arm's reach of Peter, she grabbed his wrist (His breath hitched in his throat, for it was just a few inches short of his webshooter) .
They moved at a breakneck pace, with her leading. She pushed open the restaurant door, leading them out of the dimly lit restaurant into the brightly lit corridors of the hotel . It was the path that led to the drive-through where the bus had let them off.
The last things he heard as he was led out the door was first: a soft whisper of 'good luck' from MJ, and second: the cursing of the server from earlier as he lugged a mop to the mess of glass on the floor .
"We need to go back to the lab." She hissed under her breath, pulling him uncomfortably close to his ear.
"What?" He snapped his head to face her. Gwen's eyebrows were knitted.
"The call. It was from Dr. Connors to Mrs Osborn." She continued, pocketing the Osberry into her jeans. "Something happened and we've lost connection. We need to go."
She stopped walking, standing still right before the swinging doors of the hotel's entrance . The girl's look was serious. She looked straight at him.
"And Peter…" She crossing her arms. Not in anger, but… in worry. "Dr. Connors…"
"I'm listening." He patted her shoulder firmly . "I won't make the same mistake again."
She pursed her lips.
"From how he sounded, I don't think he's Dr. Connors anymore."
There was a resounding pause between them.
"GWEN!" Harry's voice came from behind. Peter dropped his hand from her shoulder faster than lightning, and she turned around as well. The space between them grew… considerably .
"What's going on? Why'd you leave? What was that call?" One his face, worry was written on every line, but there was something a little more behind it. Jealousy…? "Why'd you have to drag him here?"
"Harry…" Gwen uncrossed her arms, dropping them to her sides. "Peter and I have to go. Something happened…"
"I'll come to!"
"NO!"
Her interjection shocked even Peter. Harry… looked more than just taken aback. He looked furious.
"H-Harry look… I didn't, I mean-" "Why does it have to be just you and him? If it concerns you, it concerns me!" He took a few steps towards her. His hand reach out and grabbed her arm, holding her back. His voice cracked. "What does he have to do with this? Why can't I help?"
A voice cut in. It was strong, deep. Feminine, yet somewhat baritone. It was commanding.
"It's dangerous. I can't have you going there." Peter turned around. It was Emily Osborn. From behind her, sure as day, stood Morris Bench. Gwen and Peter looked surprised.
It was, now that he thought of it, the first time he had ever heard her speak. Looking from Gwen's reaction, possibly it was hers' too.
Harry looked unfazed. Despite this, his voice was pleading. "If it dangerous, she can't go. I won't let her."
"She is not my daughter. I won't dictate what she does." Her gaze grew keen. "But you're my son. I… We lost your father. I won't lose you too. I won't let you go."
"But why? Just have Peter go! What is going on?" Harry's anger was dissipating from his voice, slowly replaced by helplessness.
"For the last time, let her go."
"MOM!" Harry hesitated.
Finally, he relinquished his grip.
"…Let me go too."
She did not reply, and instead turned away. All she did, was reach into her pocket, pull out her wallet, and hand the man behind her a wad of cash. "You know where to go. I'll stay here and watch Harry."
He took it, leaving through the doors to hail a taxi.
She looked to her son. "…And make sure he doesn't go anywhere."
"…Gwen." Harry's eyes were locked on her, avoiding his mom's gaze. "Don't go..."
"Harry, I swear." She took a step back, holding both her hands up. She tried to sound reassuring. "Nothing will happen. I'll explain everything I can to you. Just stay here with your mom."
She turned on her heels, not looking back even once as she rushed out the doors.
The red-headed boy looked like a kicked puppy.
Peter's hand gripped his slingbag, trudging briskly and soundlessly behind her. For the first time in a while, he didn't feel like someone was watching him behind his back.
Because both Harry and Emily Osborn's gaze were fixed to Gwen's back.
Aw man, I'm so sososos sorry for the late chapter everyone. Exams just really ate me up. I want to thank the recent commenters however. Your words really encouraged me to push through this week of procrastination and actually get something done!
This is actually half of chapter 6. I'll be writing the rest of it as soon as I finish the last due essays for my midterms and upload it as chapter 7. After that, I'll leave it there for a while before merging them, unless I find it better to pace them this way upon review.
Don't hesitate to drop a kudo, comment, or bookmark! I reply to all of them and they really do make my day whenever I happen to take a break from life. Give me your thoughts, theories, who knows, it might even end up being right! ;)
Comments: (I'll answer by chapter.)
chapter 1:
Shing Ren chapter 1 . Mar 16
Seems ayt bro, not much a Gwen-Peter fan with the development from the series, but this looks like a nice shot, so continue this. I wanna see it through.
Oh! Um, thanks! I feel like Gwen was given more of a lovable personality in the show than anywhere else and adored the development, but thank you for giving this a chance for sticking around!
TheTypingAvocado chapter 1 . May 1
Chapter 1 thoughts: Wow, after rereading this chapter, so far... I like you focus on the human aspect of Peter Parker. It's well written, with some words that I didn't think of that would work for this story! I also like the focus of the Osborns.
Also, gotta ask, was the title always Crash Course... or was it something different? In addition, I love the details in the chapter titles; I appreciate those alot, especially since in the actual show, the episode titles were never generic.
Outstanding Work so far!
Now I'm wondering who will be the major threat! - TheTypingAvocado
Thank you so much! I'm crazy flattered and I'm really happy someone noticed the Osborns. The title wasn't always Crash Course, it was Twist of Fate for some time, until I had a shower idea and decided to change it to fit the typical season theme. I realized that the theme used to me 101 or courses for the show and to know that someone else noticed how the actual show titled their episodes warms my heart. Really, I loved the episode titles too! The folks who worked on the show were geniuses.
chapter 2:
Nixxon Mysterio chapter 2 . Mar 20
Out of nowhere recently got back into the show, remembered there's prolly a fandom for it on this site and whey hey, here I am.
Very cool so far. I wanna say everything kinda feels right in terms of characterisation in most areas, gonna need to rewatch the show so I can get proper into it and the characters again but yeah.
SOLID START, LOOKING HELLA FORWARD TO IT
Very interesting take on a season 3, ngl with big internal Peter Spidey conflict and external Spidey hate and a new place where he could be Spidey but also might choose not to.
I dunno.
Seems like a very Peter Parker story so far and that's SPECTACULAR ahahhaseewhatIdidtherelol in my opinion.
Excited for more and really hope this keeps going for a good while
OH! I'm not sure you're still reading this fic, but I'll still put a huge welcome and thanks for hopping on! Thanks for the feedback on the characterization and the notes on what readers are excited for. It seriously helps me in knowing what folks like and don't! This was a really nice comment, so thank you. :)
Spidey-Boy21 chapter 2 . Mar 29
I really enjoyed this, keep it up!
Ack- I'm really glad to hear that! Thank you!
TheTypingAvocado chapter 2 . May 1
Chapter 2 thoughts: I liked you showed what it felt like being Peter Parker. I also like the focus on Curt Conners and his family. He was a major part of season 1, so it's good that he gets some focus.
However one critique, I wished that there was an established threat because it gets the plot going. Although it's good to focus on characters and their motives, but it's good to balance it out with plot.
PS: I still love that you have a creative title for this chapter. I really appreciate the attention to detail.
- TheTypingAvocado
Thanks for the feedback on that! I am really bad at moving plot forward and I actually didn't notice that I didn't establish any threats in this chapter. Rereading it after you pointed it out really stood out to me, and I appreciate it. I notice now that my pacing is honestly quite bad, but I'll try to fix that with reformatting as soon as I get to chapter 10! And thank YOU for your attention to detail and amazing advice, you keen eyed genius. ;)
chapter 3:
JPrime chapter 3 . Mar 30
Cool! It's great how you have Peter contemplate whether or not he should bring his suit with him.
It's cool to know someone noticed that! Thank you!
TheTypingAvocado chapter 3 . May 3
Chapter 3: I love the details with each character, especially with Mary Jane, and the Conners. I also like the focus on the Daily Bugle Crew, and a reference to Leland Owsley, a character from the Daredevil realm. Like the work so far.
Although, where this is headed, I think Doctor Conners/Lizard will be the threat in this story.
Overall, excellent character work! - TheTypingAvocado
PS: I love that you're keeping the creative chapter titles!
YOU NOTICED THE REFERENCE! HAHAHA HUZZAH! *does a little happy dance*
Honestly, you're officially my favourite commenter. (not diminishing the hopes of importance of other commentors though, of course!). It's just that you're so sharp and notice the smallest things, from the titles to the references. And BINGO! Smart guess, it is Dr. Connors! Well... not just him, but, you definitely got a bullseye with an arrow. Thanks for this comment, and thanks for dropping by! :D
Chapter 4:
Best chapter ever!
Aww...that's nice on MJ and Peter talking.
Please don't kill off Gwen...
also since Peter and MJ are gonna be the endgame relationship...do you consider on Dr. Warren cloning Spider-Man and the Scarlet Spider will be born and possibly a love interest for Gwen...?
Thank you! You're so sweet. I love Pete and MJ too. They're so fun to write. And on Gwen... don't stress it. I can't guarantee you a yes or no, this fic takes it's own life sometimes as I write it. Whenever I sit at the computer it's like I'm being possessed by some SSM ghost and I go into a t e. Which might be why I haven't gotten writer's block yet. And it's... a bit suspicious. HAHA. Hmm... I won't say completely no to that, but I won't give too many spoilers. ;)
Chapter 5:
Shing Ren chapter 5 . Apr 29
Bro, nice one! Just asking: will Hydro Man make an appearance here somewhere?
Aw, thank you! And you're right! He is going to appear somewhere in here! Good observing!
Do drop me more comments, I adore them to pieces. This is a fair-play mystery, so you'll actually be able to guess what happens through the clues I'm putting in the chapters. If you get any guesses right, you get... um... A nice digital cookie from Aunt May! HAHA
And my inbox is always open if you wanna freak out and fangirl/boy.
I'll see you in the next chapter, ciao!
~ Cassie