At around one in the morning I made my way home. It was a long night and I was frankly exhausted. I swung into Queens in the middle of the night and managed to make it into my bedroom without much sound thanks to practice.
I slipped out of my costume and turned my red backpack into its disguised black form, shoving it under my bed. I sighed, sinking into my bed, wearing only my boxer shorts for comfort. As I curled underneath a blanket and relaxed my head on my soft pillow, I found myself slowly going to sleep.
Bang bang bang!
And then some mother fucker began slamming on my front door!
They weren't very loud, at least from the first floor. No one else could probably hear it, but I could thanks to my enhanced hearing. At first I just chose to ignore it, figured they would leave. Who the hell knocks on someone's door at one in the night?!
But then the knocks kept coming, more and more frantic. I focused on my hearing and I could just about make out a woman's voice crying out, "help! Please! Dr. Parker!"
Immediately my eyes shot open and I leaped out of the bed. Richard, did he do something? Did something happen? I didn't even bother dressing up as I ran out of my room and leaped down the stairs in one jump.
I dashed to the front door, the knocking now obvious to anyone. I grabbed the door and opened it quickly, and standing on the other side was a girl.
She gasped, our eyes met for a moment and immediately I felt my heart skip a beat at her beauty. Short blonde hair in a bob cut with a black band on her head and piercing blue eyes. She had a green hoodie on with black jeans and purple shoes.
She was beautiful to say the least, like an angel, soft delicate features with plump pink lips and soft hair that reflected light off of it. And her eyes...they looked like water, pure and absolute.
Those eyes slowly widened, she gasped, "you have to help! There's-there's," her eyes immediately went down, lower, past my face, down my chest and stopping at my boxers. Immediately the girl's face turned red in embarrassment.
"Y-yo-you're naked," she stammered out.
I blinked, "ah...yes...I am..."
"Oh...okay….wow," she stammered, her eyes continuing to roam around my body, "you ah-you work out?"
"Ah...yeah," I started to feel embarrassed, "can I help you? Why exactly were you knocking on my door at 1 in the morning?"
Immediately fear came back into her eyes, "r-right! Listen, do you know a Doctor Richard Parker?! I have to talk with him, now!"
"Why exactly do you want to talk to my dad?" I asked as I reached behind the door and grabbed one of Ben's old coats to cover myself.
"Ah, well," she murmured, "I kind of need his help and...you know..." she blinked again, "God, those are tight..."
I sighed and snapped my fingers twice, gaining her attention, "hey, my eyes are up here, blondie."
Immediately she blushed, "so-sorry...wait, did you say your dad?! You're Richard Parker's son?"
I nodded slowly, "yeah, I am. What happened? Why do you need to talk to my dad?"
"M-my boss, Dr. Curt Connors, is an old associate of your dad's! He said if anything happened to him I should contact Doctor Parker!"
My eyes widened. Curt Connors...the Lizard, like the Amazing Spider-man movie, which means….immediately something in my head clicked.
She continued, "where's your dad?! I have to talk to him! Doctor C tried to replicate some formula your dad and him worked on in college, but something went wrong! When I came to his office at midnight to check up on him the entire lab was trashed! Something went horribly wrong! You have to help me!"
"What's your name?" It might be foolish to ask, but I had to know. I just had to.
"My name is Gwen Stacy," she said, "and you have to help me!"