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Spider-Man Volume 4, Issue 9: Reconciliation
"Oh, hey L-ana. What's up? I thought you wanted space?" I ask, slightly stuttering my words throughout. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Teresa's friends helping her up, making their way towards the bathroom. I open the nearby sliding door, and take a few steps out onto the balcony, with Lana following behind me. She suddenly stops, which causes me to almost slip when I turn around. Luckily, I'm able to catch myself before anything embarrassing happens.
"I thought that was what I needed Peter. Time to figure everything out. You left without so much as a goodbye.. I know you were probably off saving the world or something. But it just really hurt! I was alone, once again. Cheyenne left town, and Harry, well, did his best to move on. With everything that I've gone through with my shitty excuse of a mother, I didn't want to be left by myself again. And yet, I was alone. Alone to face the fact that my mother's now out there out of prison, raising hell, with no one to talk to about it. I mean sure, there's school councilors.. But they just don't get it, in the same way that you do. You see the best in people, even when they don't necessarily deserve it. I sure as hell didn't.. For everything I've done in my past as Bombshell. But you saw past it. You're the reason I was able to make it through that first day at Midtown, and the many days after it. I've come to realize that it hurts more not having you in my life. Talking about the silliest of things, like Sparkles, and other bizarre people you encounter. I miss it all."
"I'm pretty sure he wouldn't like it if you called him that to his face." I say, trying to lighten the mood, before continuing on with my train of thought. "I'm sorry Lana. I honestly am. If I could've said goodbye before leaving for two months, I would've. One minute I was on the subway, and the next I was somewhere else. Which is where I learned about the Spider-Verse. Thousands of different earths, all with their own Spider person. It all probably sounds like gibberish to you, and that's p-" I'm interrupted by her moving closer, kissing me seconds later. I can feel myself getting flustered, with my face going beat red. This is definitely not how I saw tonight going. Moments later, she pulls away from me, with the biggest grin on her face. I can't help myself, but look like a lost deer in headlights. Why'd she kiss me? I thought she only saw me as a friend... This is one time I'm glad I'm wrong.
"Was it really that bad?" She asks, her voice trailing off, as she looks down.
"What?! No, sorry. It just caught me off guard, that's all. Besides, if anyone were to screw things up, it would be me." I reply, trying to reassure her.
"Cause of that classic Parker luck, right? Well don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here with you till the end of the line. But please don't leave again, okay?" She asks.
"Glad to hear it! And I can't guarantee that'll never happen again, just due to the world we live in, but I'll do my best, okay?"
"Hmm okay.. Oh, and Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you go out on a date with me?" That's a complete 180 from just a few hours before at school. That's quite the turnaround. Here I am though, giddy as a schoolgirl on the inside. She feels the same way.
"Uhh, yeah! If we're being honest here, I've uhm kind of had feelings for you for a while now. But I uh didn't think you felt the same though, so there wasn't a point in uhm bringing it up." And there's the stuttering once again. Great job Peter! Talking to her has never been this hard before.
"Awwh, you're stuttering. It's okay Peter.. Wanna go out on patrol or something? This party is kind of a buzzkill." She says, rolling her eyes at the thought of being here for another minute.
"Didn't seem that way when you were playing Mortal Kombat, but okay.. Could we get a rain check on that team up? It's just that I should probably make sure my sister gets home safe. Has had one drink too many. "
"Right, of course. Family comes first. I get it. Well, I'm heading out, so I guess I'll see ya tomorrow!" She answers, still smiling. Though, I can tell she's slightly disappointed. And no, it wasn't a spider-sense feeling. With that, she leaves. I head back inside, looking for Harry, but he's nowhere in sight. So I decide to call it early. I find my sister with her friends coming out of the bathroom.
"Hey, sorry to ruin what's clearly been a good time for all of you, but I think we should probably head out. Looks like she won't make it much longer anyway." They nod, as I help Teresa up. I have her leaning against my shoulder as we walk out of the mansion. I call a taxi, and about 10 minutes later, it arrives. Opening the door, I place Teresa in the back seat, making sure the seatbelt is fastened in. Getting in the car, I hand over what little money I have on me, but I quickly realize it's not nearly enough for the drive to the Hardy Estate. Just great.. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, the taxi driver pulls over, and I get out. After opening the door, I pull her up so that she's back in the same leaning position as before.
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45 minutes later, at the Hardy Estate
Finally we're here, and somehow I was able to get Teresa to her room, without Mrs. Hardy, or Aunt May noticing. Felicia catches us, but only smirks, before going back to what she was doing beforehand. Not really feeling all that tired myself, I head into my room afterwards, and start-up my computer. It's ridiculously slow and outdated, but it's better than nothing I guess. Time to figure out who this Brock guy is that mister Jameson was talking to. Brock, New York City, freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle. That's all I really know. Which means it takes me at least 30 minutes of research before anything of value pops up. I didn't get a really good look at the guy, but I'm pretty sure this is him. Edward Brock. Formerly a photographer for the Daily Globe.. Something about his photos being faked. I'm not able to get much more, as it turns out, I'm more tired than I initially thought. I end up falling asleep right then and there. Guess it makes sense, it's been a pretty long day..
Spider-Man Volume 4, Issue 9: Reconciliation
"Oh, hey L-ana. What's up? I thought you wanted space?" I ask, slightly stuttering my words throughout. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Teresa's friends helping her up, making their way towards the bathroom. I open the nearby sliding door, and take a few steps out onto the balcony, with Lana following behind me. She suddenly stops, which causes me to almost slip when I turn around. Luckily, I'm able to catch myself before anything embarrassing happens.
"I thought that was what I needed Peter. Time to figure everything out. You left without so much as a goodbye.. I know you were probably off saving the world or something. But it just really hurt! I was alone, once again. Cheyenne left town, and Harry, well, did his best to move on. With everything that I've gone through with my shitty excuse of a mother, I didn't want to be left by myself again. And yet, I was alone. Alone to face the fact that my mother's now out there out of prison, raising hell, with no one to talk to about it. I mean sure, there's school councilors.. But they just don't get it, in the same way that you do. You see the best in people, even when they don't necessarily deserve it. I sure as hell didn't.. For everything I've done in my past as Bombshell. But you saw past it. You're the reason I was able to make it through that first day at Midtown, and the many days after it. I've come to realize that it hurts more not having you in my life. Talking about the silliest of things, like Sparkles, and other bizarre people you encounter. I miss it all."
"I'm pretty sure he wouldn't like it if you called him that to his face." I say, trying to lighten the mood, before continuing on with my train of thought. "I'm sorry Lana. I honestly am. If I could've said goodbye before leaving for two months, I would've. One minute I was on the subway, and the next I was somewhere else. Which is where I learned about the Spider-Verse. Thousands of different earths, all with their own Spider person. It all probably sounds like gibberish to you, and that's p-" I'm interrupted by her moving closer, kissing me seconds later. I can feel myself getting flustered, with my face going beat red. This is definitely not how I saw tonight going. Moments later, she pulls away from me, with the biggest grin on her face. I can't help myself, but look like a lost deer in headlights. Why'd she kiss me? I thought she only saw me as a friend... This is one time I'm glad I'm wrong.
"Was it really that bad?" She asks, her voice trailing off, as she looks down.
"What?! No, sorry. It just caught me off guard, that's all. Besides, if anyone were to screw things up, it would be me." I reply, trying to reassure her.
"Cause of that classic Parker luck, right? Well don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here with you till the end of the line. But please don't leave again, okay?" She asks.
"Glad to hear it! And I can't guarantee that'll never happen again, just due to the world we live in, but I'll do my best, okay?"
"Hmm okay.. Oh, and Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you go out on a date with me?" That's a complete 180 from just a few hours before at school. That's quite the turnaround. Here I am though, giddy as a schoolgirl on the inside. She feels the same way.
"Uhh, yeah! If we're being honest here, I've uhm kind of had feelings for you for a while now. But I uh didn't think you felt the same though, so there wasn't a point in uhm bringing it up." And there's the stuttering once again. Great job Peter! Talking to her has never been this hard before.
"Awwh, you're stuttering. It's okay Peter.. Wanna go out on patrol or something? This party is kind of a buzzkill." She says, rolling her eyes at the thought of being here for another minute.
"Didn't seem that way when you were playing Mortal Kombat, but okay.. Could we get a rain check on that team up? It's just that I should probably make sure my sister gets home safe. Has had one drink too many. "
"Right, of course. Family comes first. I get it. Well, I'm heading out, so I guess I'll see ya tomorrow!" She answers, still smiling. Though, I can tell she's slightly disappointed. And no, it wasn't a spider-sense feeling. With that, she leaves. I head back inside, looking for Harry, but he's nowhere in sight. So I decide to call it early. I find my sister with her friends coming out of the bathroom.
"Hey, sorry to ruin what's clearly been a good time for all of you, but I think we should probably head out. Looks like she won't make it much longer anyway." They nod, as I help Teresa up. I have her leaning against my shoulder as we walk out of the mansion. I call a taxi, and about 10 minutes later, it arrives. Opening the door, I place Teresa in the back seat, making sure the seatbelt is fastened in. Getting in the car, I hand over what little money I have on me, but I quickly realize it's not nearly enough for the drive to the Hardy Estate. Just great.. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, the taxi driver pulls over, and I get out. After opening the door, I pull her up so that she's back in the same leaning position as before.
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45 minutes later, at the Hardy Estate
Finally we're here, and somehow I was able to get Teresa to her room, without Mrs. Hardy, or Aunt May noticing. Felicia catches us, but only smirks, before going back to what she was doing beforehand. Not really feeling all that tired myself, I head into my room afterwards, and start-up my computer. It's ridiculously slow and outdated, but it's better than nothing I guess. Time to figure out who this Brock guy is that mister Jameson was talking to. Brock, New York City, freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle. That's all I really know. Which means it takes me at least 30 minutes of research before anything of value pops up. I didn't get a really good look at the guy, but I'm pretty sure this is him. Edward Brock. Formerly a photographer for the Daily Globe.. Something about his photos being faked. I'm not able to get much more, as it turns out, I'm more tired than I initially thought. I end up falling asleep right then and there. Guess it makes sense, it's been a pretty long day..