I don't own any of the Marvel characters... yet.
It's been a couple of days since Peter moved in, and it's been awesome. Well it's been cool, since he's busy with college and his job; I feel like I barely see him.
Anyway, maybe he thinks the same of me since I've been busy the moment I came back; a certain magazine has been asking me to be behind the lent on their photo shoots, which is amazing because I already worked with the magazine, but as a model. Maybe that's what helped me.
Going back to the Peter subject, today he's going to be visible because we have to go to the reveal that Harry invited us. A huge part of it is because this Otto Octavius is Pete's idol. I'm just going out of curiosity caused by the nerd inside of me.
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Harry is waiting for me when I arrive, but where's the guy that used to wear glasses?
"Where's Peter?" I asked.
"Hi Harry, how are you? That's a nice suit you're wearing." Was Harry's form of response.
"Hi Harry, how are you?" I conceded.
"Fine, thank you. Pete will be here in a moment. Why so anxious to see him?"
"I haven't seen him that much since he move in. and I think he has my camera." So maybe my intentions to see one of my best friends weren't very noble, but imagine going to a photo shoot with someone else's camera. It's weird.
"There he is." Harry addressed looking over my shoulder. I turn around and sure enough, the he was. "Now that everybody's here. Shall we go upstairs?"
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Otto Octavius is now presenting these robotic tentacles, demonstrating how they work and indicating this thing that prevents the AI of the tentacles from taking over his body. Now he's going to show us what they can do. Cool.
Everything it going smoothly and people are taking pictures; not me because my battery run out. I can't help but feel nervous as I watch the machine that was in the side of the room, something doesn't feel right.
Maybe I just need to calm down.
That's when all hell broke loose.
Things are flying everywhere, people are trying to get the hell out of here, the tentacles are attacking whatever's close to them, and the machine is out of control.
I should get out of here.
As I make my way through the debris and trying to find Harry and Peter, something collides with me and… well, I'm not going to stay conscious for long.
"Are you alright?" Someone asks me, for a moment I think is Peter. I open my eyes (Told you I wouldn't stay conscious for long) and see…
"Spider-Man?" I questioned.
"Are you alright?" He asks again. Well, let's see, Frankenstein's monster is killing everyone, I can't feel part of my arm and I'm talking to freaking Spider-Man.
"Yeah" I answered, and then I looked at my arm. "Well, my arm has seen better days?"
"Stay away from her!" Harry yelled from the side of the room. I turn to looked at him making his way towards us. He has also seen better days.
"Well, gotta go." Spidey informed me and took of, to save people… and stuff.
I sat up, and try not to vomit. "Dar, are you okay?" Harry asks me when he reached me.
"God, I hate that nickname."
"What?"
"I mean, would you like me to call you Har?"
"Pete calls me Har." That explains it. "How's your arm?"
"I think my wrist is twisted."
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After Harry took me to the hospital I left to my apartment, or penthouse, but most of it, my home.
The doctor put me a cast that covers half my hand and went past my wrist, and has to wear it for a couple of weeks.
"You're lucky it didn't damage your nerves." He informed me. I'm a photographer, I don't have a couple of weeks for my wrist to heal, I need to move the camera at different angles until I like a take. And I'm not a fan of the tripod.
"Pete, are you home?" I called when I got inside.
"Yes, I'll be there in a second!" He called back from his room.
I went to the living room and sit on the sofa. I wonder what's on TV.
"I'm sorry about your wrist." Pete says as he sits next to me.
"You were the one who collide into me, weren't you?" Ever since I came back I started noticing things about Peter Parker, and what happened today just adds more things to the list. So I don't know how to say what I'm about to say to him. Maybe I'm wrong, but something tells me I'm most certainly not.
"What?"
"When you came through the window dressed as Spider-Man, you collide into me. That's why I couldn't find, why you missed MJ's play, why you're always out, always busy, nowhere to be found when something bad happens and Spider-Man appears and saves the day. You're Spider-Man."