Listen With Your Heart Chapter 14
Needless to say the Connors didn't stay to linger at the restaurant for another second. Curt Connors paid for their meal immediately and they left. While she had been on the phone with Peter she had gotten the address for where he and Aunt May lived in Queens.
When they got to the place the Connors were met with cop cars right outside. So they were required to park a bit of the ways down the street before even stepping foot on the Parker property.
As Phoebe was unbuckling her seatbelt she saw him hesitate. His hand lingered over the buckle, but made no move to undo it in any way.
"Papa," inquired Phoebe, placing a hand on his arm.
Patting it, Curt Connors said "Maybe you should go in alone."
"What? Why," said Phoebe, alarmed.
Somber, grimacing, Curt Connors "After all I did, preventing them from having contact with you, I don't I have the right to step foot in that house. Not after this."
"Papa, please," implored Phoebe. "I need you in there with me."
Curt Connors looked into his daughter's eyes seeing she was close to falling apart. He could feel himself come closer to giving in by the second.
Smiling, Curt Connors sighed "All right."
The corners of her lips turning up a bit Phoebe leaned over to give her father a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you," she said, softly, grateful.
Father and daughter then got out of the car moseying over to the house.
The front door was wide open. All Phoebe simply had to do now was step inside and there's no turning back from here. It didn't matter really. Phoebe had long since passed the point of no return.
So taking a deep breath Phoebe tentatively took the first step inside with Curt Connors following behind her.
As they entered Aunt May was sitting at the dining room table with a couple of NYPD Officers showing her the image on a wanted poster. One held he wanted poster while the other was scribing down information on his notepad. This image had been created by a police sketch artist described by witnesses that saw the crime occur on the street.
Peter is currently leaning against the frame of a doorway leading into another room listening to what was being said.
No one had noticed the two new additions yet as all their attention was focused keenly somewhere else.
Handing the sketch to Aunt May, the Police Officer said "I need you to take a look."
Peering at the sketch, shaking her head, Aunt May said "No, I don't know him."
The Officer admitted "I didn't expect you would, Ma'am. Homicide detectives are on it. We'll see what they turn up."
"Okay," said Aunt May, chocking back a sob.
The two Officers then went to leave. Their work here finished. As they did so they spotted the two strangers standing at the front door.
"Can I help you," asked the 1st Officer.
His question garnered everyone else to look and see who was there.
Peter literally had to do a huge double he saw them there.
Smiling shakily, Phoebe said "Hey, Peter."
Peter immediately headed over there with Phoebe meeting him somewhere in the middle. As soon as the siblings collided they hugged each other tightly in consolation. They both needed it right now. Peter the most.
No one made a move for a moment until the twins separated.
"Excuse me, can I help you with something," said the 1st Officer, repeating his previous question.
Phoebe stared at the Policeman not exactly sure what to say. Phoebe turned to Aunt May. She deciphered that by the god smacked expression on the woman's face that Aunt May knew exactly who Phoebe was without even asking. Phoebe knew what she wanted to do, but would her father allow it. Phoebe looked to her father silently asking his permission for what needed to be done. Curt Connors smiled, face softening, as he nodded. He'd just given her his blessing.
Attention back on the Policeman, head held high, Phoebe stated "I'm his sister."
There was a pause. The Policemen turned to Aunt May for confirmation.
A hand over her mouth she nodded.
So the Policemen left her and Curt Connors be.
Peter had his arms wrapped tightly around Phoebe refusing to let her go.
There was nothing else here they could do so the Policemen decided to leave. They'd inform the Parkers if anything new popped up.
"Uh, can I…Can I have that," said Peter, motioning at the poster.
"Sure," said the 1st Officer, handing it to Peter. "There's one other thing. He has a star tattooed to his left hand."
Both Peter and Phoebe got a good look at the image provided by witnesses while the Policemen left and Curt Connors talked quietly with Aunt May.
Peter froze his eyes intent on the picture, hands shaking like crazy.
The image of the murderer was the same person that was at the store down right to the tattoo exactly. The one he didn't report.
It was all his fault. If he had just done something in the first place then this wouldn't have happened. He had the power. Peter just hadn't used it.
At the dining room table Aunt May began to sob, hands over her eyes.
Phoebe didn't know what possessed her, but she extracted herself from Peter and went over to the distraught Aunt May moving with a lot of caution. She tapped Aunt May on the shoulder to get her attention. The moment Aunt May saw Phoebe there she immediately wrapped her in a big hug that was reciprocated and the two cried for a little while with Peter while Curt Connors stood in the background.
Later on found Phoebe and Peter alone together in his room.
Sitting on the floor Peter worked up the nerve to listen to the message that Uncle Ben had left on his phone earlier that day when he'd rejected the phone call.
"Peter, I know things have been difficult lately and I'm sorry about that. I think I know what you're feeling."
The combination of the guilt and grief too much to bear Peter turned it off. Not listening to the entire message.
The twins sat there wallowing in misery taking comfort in each others presence.
Authors Note:
The family is back together again. Not quite whole, but for how long this time around?
Hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving!
