Chasing Peter
"I'm not crazy. I'm a hell of a long way from crazy. I'll admit, doing one crazy thing doesn't make a person crazy at all. I'll also admit that this wasn't how I expected to spend my Christmas at all. I'm also 100% sure that it wasn't how one Peter Parker planned on spending his Christmas at all either. Poor fellow." I tell myself, driving in this snow. Suddenly, I spot him walking in his business attire, so I roll down the window of the right side of the car and drive slowly.
"I know that I'm the last person you want to hear from at the moment, but you've been walking for what, approximately an hour and a half? According to my speedometer, you've walked nearly 2 miles, and I hate to break this to you, but the next nearest gas station is 18 miles from away, so you do the math.” I tell him from inside my warm and toasty vehicle.
"I'd rather die from the tundra from this goddamn snow." Peter responds angrily, visibly shaking from the cold weather.
“Look, why don't you come back to the house? I'll make you some tea with bourbon in it, or some hot chocolate with mini marshmallows on it? Please?" I beg my Peter. “Pretty please, Pete?" Suddenly he stops and turns to look directly at me, anger flashing through his eyes.
"Fine!" He says begrudgingly.
"Yes! Score one for Harry Osborn!" I cheer happily as he finally decided entered my car.
"You...are...the...fucking...devil!" He sneered angrily.
‘If looks can kill…’ I thought to myself before I started to drive again.
Let’s rewind to this morning, to how this story actually began.