Minutes pass by before New York’s finest show up. Thankfully, Yuri is the one leading the charge. Upon entering the newsroom, the officers draw their weapons. Yuri, and one of the other officers, are the only ones not to have their weapons trained on me. They step in front of the others.
"Weapons down!" The other officer orders. Initially, they are quite hesitant. Can’t say I blame them. J Jonah has managed to convince them along with several others that I’m some sort of menace to this city. Thankfully, he has this commanding presence about him, while still being quite welcoming at the same time. It’s a strange mix of emotions. Eventually, after a few minutes of silence, they finally lower their weapons.
"Thanks for that. Don’t really feel like being riddled with bullets today. Not to sound ungrateful, but who are you?" I ask with a sigh of relief, as the officers grab the Pterodax, leading them down to their squad cars.
"This is my partner, Officer Davis." Yuri replies, introducing him.
"No need to be so formal Yuri.. It’s Jefferson. It’s nice to finally meet you Spider-Man. My son’s a big fan of yours." He says, as we shake hands. My grip firm, but not so much so that I squish his hand with my enhanced strength.
"That’s a nice grip you got there! " Officer Davis says with a chuckle.
"Thanks Jeff! Yours too. I guess it’s a cop thing, huh?"
"You know.. You’re both police officers, and I’m a spider-cop." I reply, managing to stay completely serious when saying that.
Jeff looks over at Yuri, baffled at what I just said.
"Don’t look at me Jeff. I’m not used to this either. This Spider-Cop thing? It’s too new." Yuri says, shrugging her shoulders.
"Right… Is there anything you can tell us about these guys?"
"Well, besides the fact they’re something out of a science fiction film, not all too much unfortunately. Their Pterodax armor, at least, that’s what they called it, was only a prototype a couple of months ago. Their leader, Alistair Smythe, has had it out for me ever since my battle with Doctor Octopus inadvertently caused the death of his father, Spencer Smythe. He wanted me here, to get revenge, once and for all. So many innocent people, endangered once again because of me. That’s pretty much all I know, as I know nothing about the Pterodax armor itself, or where it exactly came from." I answer, trying not to leave anything out.
"That’s more than enough, thank you. Also, there’s no need for you to blame yourself. You did good tonight. Everyone else may not want to admit it, but the city needs you." Jeff says, trying to reassure me.
"I appreciate that, more than you know. I should probably get going, but can you keep me updated with any leads you get on the Sinister Six?"
"Like I said the other day, you’ll be the first to know. How exactly are we supposed to get in contact with you though?"
"Got a notepad and a pen?" I ask, to which they both nod. Yuri hands me a notepad, and a pen. After writing down the number to my crappy, flip-phone burner I carry for occasions like this, I hand the notepad, and pen, back to Yuri. I give a quick wave goodbye, before running, and leaping out of the hole in the wall entrance to the newsroom. Free falling, until the very last second, to which I swing, giving me the most momentum. I have to make a stop, to drop my costume off at home, before going to Harry’s party. Don’t want to have to explain why I have a Spider-Man costume to everyone there.
And I’m out of web fluid.. Just great! I manage to land on a nearby rooftop with my last strand of webbing. Really need to get myself a part-time job, as making web fluid’s expensive. It takes me longer than usual to make it back to the Hardy Estate, drop off my costume, and get out, without Felicia’s mother noticing. Thankfully, I’m able to get out okay, since Aunt May, and Mrs. Hardy are still at F.E.A.S.T. They really put in long hours there.
Approximately 45 minutes later, Osborn Mansion
Well, 45 minutes, and five subway stops later, I finally arrive at Harry’s house. The gate’s open, so I walk through the entrance, making my way to the front door. I walk by a couple, making out on the front porch, with little to no regard for anyone else. Once I reach the front door, I open it. I’ve never seen so many people in Harry’s mansion. It’s packed full of people! Almost like he invited the whole school or something. Anyways, it’s hard to really concentrate, as there’s loud music playing throughout the mansion. I’m easily able to spot Flash Thompson, laughing with the jocks, each with a plastic red cup in hand. I make my way through the crowds, until I notice a group huddled around the TV, watching two people play the newest Mortal Kombat. I hear the iconic Get over here! line. Well, someone’s playing Scorpion. It doesn’t take me long before I realize who the one controlling Scorpion is. Lana… My mind flashes back to earlier today, when she told me she needed space. I have to respect her wishes though, so I quickly turn around, looking for Harry. He’s the one person who isn’t fully mad at me right now. I’m finally able to spot him over in the kitchen, talking to a girl with black hair. He’s smiling, and laughing. Haven’t seen him like this since Cheyenne. He notices me walking towards him, and waves. The girl helps wheel him over to meet me. There’s something so familiar about her, but I can’t quite place what that is.
"Peter!! So glad you could make it! Peter, this is Elaine. Elaine, this is Peter." He says with a smile, introducing us.
"So this is Elaine? It’s nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Peter. Harry’s told me a lot about you!" Elaine replies, with a bright cheerful smile
"All good things I hope!" I say, my voice trailing off, uncertain if Harry told her everything.
"Of course! Nothing but good things!" Elaine says, giving us a thumbs up.
"Don’t worry Pete, I haven’t told her any embarrassing stories, yet " Harry teases, my face slightly going red at the thought.
"I wouldn’t do that if I were you! I could tell her about the time you–" I reply, teasing him back.
"Okay, okay, I won’t!" He interrupts me before I can say any more.
"So, Elaine, what do you do? Like, do you have a job, go to school or what exactly? Cause Harry here hasn’t told me much, besides your name." I look over at him, and he just shrugs.
"Oh, straight to it then, aha, alright. Currently I’m taking general study courses at ESU, as I don’t really know what I want to do quite yet. I might take go into the sciences, and take Arachnology, but I don’t know for certain." She muses.
"Nice. It’s not often that people are interested in Arachnology. It’d be cool to see you go through with that, especially if your passionate for the subject. Though job prospects may be limited. If worst comes to worst, I’m sure Harry could find a position for you at Oscorp or something." I say thoughtfully.
"Do I have to worry about the two of you nerding out in front of me? Please tell me I don’t!" Harry groans.
"No promises!" Elaine playfully teases, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.
"Also, we’ve already talked about a potential position at Oscorp. She already politely declined. Wants to get by without handouts, which I support wholeheartedly." He says, grabbing, and holding onto her hand with his own.
As we’re talking, I notice my sister’s in the other room, with her group of friends, drinking what I assume is alcohol. I should probably go over there and stop her before she drinks so much that she regrets it.