chapter one!
001. the end of an era

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IN THIS UNIVERSE, there are rules. Laws, rather, that explain the way the universe works▬how it must work in order for the world to make sense and to keep making sense. Without these laws science, space, time▬everything▬went into unhinged chaos. The world had a way it needed to go and needed to stay, and Nina Hart believed that scientists were made to enforce it, and keep those laws safe. Because in a world that was so out of control, having something that was grounded helped. Knowing that something cannot work because Science demands it so was almost comforting, especially in a world filled with superheroes and supervillains. And when there were enhanced beings, flying heroes in armour and super soldiers from World War Two, science started to become simple in comparison. It became the foundation of everything they see and everything they're surrounded by. These beings that seemed impossible became just like them because as is everything else, they come back down to the simple, scientific point of evolution and energy. Everything came from something, nothing is made from nothing. Gravity pulls them down, and force can always be met with an equal force eventually. Nothing is unstoppable, nothing is impossible, and nothing will ever not make sense.

    And no one▬not one person▬will ever become so powerful that nothing could ever defeat them. No matter how high they fly, gravity will always drag them back down. No matter how strong and how fast, there will always be something (or someone) just as strong and fast▬or even more so▬to stop their journey right in its path. In science, in history, in politics▬that was the way of the world. That was the law of the Universe. And that law kept them secure, kept them in reminder. It kept them humble, even. (It kept her humble, at least).

    And now, Nina Hart was sure Wilson Fisk will be humbled, too, in a cell at the Raft. A high-security prison complex on Ryker's Island purely for the enhanced. Purely for those who try and break science's laws.

    Early morning coffee on the fifth floor of OSCORP Industries was taken up almost completely by the live report of the Fisk Takedown on the corner of West 58th and Eight Avenue. They could look out their windows and see the smoke down the road; they could see the helicopters and see the explosions. They didn't need the television for they had a live action movie right outside their desks with every siren, every shout and every moment just beyond the evacuation lines. Nina had been gripping her hot chocolate so tight, she almost spilt it as she slipped her way to the front of the crowd in order to watch.

    Some held up their phones, some were cheering, others were calling their families. Nina had her eyes pinned for the exact moment he would arrive▬swinging past with his tricks and his spins for what could finally be a win after eight, long years. Eight years of pulling philanthropist Wilson Fisk▬or the Kingpin, as they knew him better▬down inch, by inch, until today. Today with blaring sirens, squadrons of police, helicopters and bombings inside Fisk Tower just on the border of Hell's Kitchen. The price to humble a man who had grown so big and so arrogant, he had nearly seemed unstoppable.

    But Kingpin was too vain to expect the overbearing force to which would finally take him down to be that of Spider-Man. Hero? Menace? Ask J. Jonah Jameson. Ask all of New York. They all held differing opinions. He was a mystery▬an enigma in a skin-tight red and blue suit with super strength, sticky fingers, webbed transport and terrible jokes. He was a horrible vigilante who picked up the messes he caused: a thief! A menace! An arrogant, web-headed fool!

    He was Peter Parker. A modest genius, skilled photographer and tragic ESU graduate with a life ahead of him and no time to properly pursue it. Once upon a time, he was Nina Hart's closest friend and classmate▬perhaps one of the most important people in her life until time drifted them apart like two distant twin kites from a broken string. And now, he was just Spider-Man. He was just a blur between alleyways and past windows, running along the side of buildings and leaping down off the rooftops. Now she was just anybody, and he was breathtakingly more than somebody.

    She watched him go with her heart in her throat and this heavy guilt in her stomach, momentarily reminiscing for days that seem so long ago. Days where she stood in his doorway to say: "Go get 'em, Tiger." In that old, cheap and brittle one-room apartment in Hell's Kitchen barely able to pay his rent and just enough stubborn pride to never ask for help.

    But it had been amazing. It had been thrilling. It had been moments as if inside a story where Nina was standing on the edge of a balcony, watching him swing away with her heart pounding against her chest.

    Until it wasn't amazing. Until things changed. Until Nina ran away from that balcony and never came back.

    "There he is!" praised one of her co-workers, raising her hand to wave through the wide-stretched window. Others around Nina pushed to get a better look and she gasped, holding onto her hot chocolate with tight fingers, desperate not to spill. Spider-Man was in a rush so he paid them little attention, climbing up his web before spinning into an alleyway to cut off back down near Fisk's Tower. "Go get them, Spidey!"

    Nina glanced over at her co-worker, Vicky. She was a smart but chatty biologist working in the department above the labs Nina spent days hovering over microscopes, cell-dishes and test tubes testing chemical reactions and pH levels. They never spoke, not even during morning coffee where Vicky would gossip with her fiends at the table beside her. Whether it be wishing misfortune for her work rival or gushing over this girl she met at the subway on her way here, Nina was always an outsider to it. Not that she cared, but hearing her call out to Spider-Man felt wrong. Probably because that used to be her▬except far more subtle and gentle, wishing him good luck with a heavy heart of worry, knowing the bruises he will return with at her window. The blood on his jaw or his chest, the fractured ribs but always the small smile that told her: I'm okay as she rushed to grab her kit she had gathered over the short years, even before she knew him as Peter Parker. A kit filled with bandages and burning creams, alcohol wipes and everything else she slyly took from her father's stash at home or from the drugstore on her way back home from class.

    He always healed remarkably quick after she patched him up. But there was one time where she had to take him to the hospital. He had been barely conscious, so he couldn't argue▬he just let her work to quickly take off his suit, put him in her father's clothes, steal his car and race Peter to the emergency without anyone knowing of his secret identity. Then, she'd get home, she'd clean the blood vigorously off her window sill and wash the towels she put on her carpet floor, the pillowcases she set him back against and hoped her parents never found out. He had been upset with her afterwards▬that stubborn, Parker pride that wouldn't admit if she hadn't done what she did that day, he would have been dead, no matter the risks.

    She had been naive back then. Thrilled and lost within the experience of helping a vigilante turned best friend late at nights with her window open and the medical kit hidden inside her cupboard. Thrilled until she was terrified, and Peter had deathly wounds from poisonous jabs from a human scorpion, saw the scar across his stomach when Fisk tried to cut him half with a sword, saw the news that he didn't tell her, and realised just how dangerous his job was. Her excitement turned into dread. Her smiles turned into worry every time he arrived, and every time she was there when he left; quiet, breath-hitched concern▬a horrible fear that maybe this time, he wouldn't return. That somewhere, gravity would pull him down. Somewhere, a force would meet him that he couldn't push back▬that the humblest young man in this world would be humbled so much to the point where he could not ever get back up.

    Nina was pushed again amongst the crowd still gathering at the windows, pointing and gasping at the showdown just within their sights. Without meaning to her hot chocolate slipped and Nina's attempt to catch it failed▬and it did not go unnoticed. The drink splashed the windows, her blouse and her shoes, making her co-workers jump in surprise. Nina froze up, mildly hurt by the hot blew but way more hurt by the sheer embarrassment of what just happened in front of many superior lab workers and scientists. All because she (and she guessed that included her) wished to see their favourite superhero swing past towards the free front row seat to the morning breaking news.

    "Oh, my God," let out Nina as she heard some guffaws, chuckles and: oh, no, why'd you do that? Like it was her fault she got shoved.

    "Sorry," the bypassing physics tech threw over his shoulder. Not that it mattered now▬or that he really cared.

    "Don't worry about it," muttered Nina anyway, wiping off some of the hot chocolate that had gotten onto her cheeks.

    Not saying another word, she turned on her feet and slipped her way out from the crowd and away from her drink spill, deciding she'll deal with it once the windows weren't so crowded.

    (What a great start to her day).

    She sighed, glancing down at the stains on her blouse. It was going to be so wonderful to wash out after work hours, staying back because she couldn't take company lab coats home. Nina attempted to wipe some of the stain that had gotten onto her coat, but it only made it bigger. She gave up, sighing once again and making her way over to pour another.

    She had worked her backside off to get here; to this exact moment. Nights of study, grilling for extensive tests that pried at every piece of knowledge she had. Days and days in the library, picking apart textbooks, writing essays, study and study and study▬

    All leading up to the moment someone makes her spill hot chocolate all over her lab coat and the window.

    Nina washed her hands after she poured the rest into her cup, welcoming the cool running water over the sound of sirens and chatter.

    She felt like she was finally saying goodbye to a part of her life. A chapter that was both sad and happy. For those eight years, she was only a part of not even half of it, but Peter made her feel like she was there the entire time. And now, with Fisk's takedown, that was it: Nina could finally wish that history farewell, and step forth to a new chapter where she could leave it all behind.

    Nina scowled at her stained blouse and coat. Of course, it would be today▬the day of her presentation to her supervisors▬that she'd spill her hot chocolate. Taking a deep breath, Nina told herself she wouldn't let it affect her. Around her, the others started to leave as they realised work was ticking closer to start▬and now that Spider-Man was far from view.

    She stayed at the kitchen counter, finding herself pulling out her phone. She pursed her lips, knowing it would be useless▬but she tried anyway. Going to her contacts and scrolling through, she tapped the person out of the group of her friends that she still stayed in contact ... until recently, when he cut himself off suddenly▬no replying to her messages, not answering his phone. She was worried, but everyone told her it was normal of a young man to go crazed in a trip across Europe.

    (But she tried anyway).

    Nina expected his voicemail. She continued despite it.

    "Hey, Harry," Nina grabbed her drink with one hand and migrated towards the door, careful not to be bumped into this time. "I don't know whether you'll get this▬or you care right now, but ... I'm about to present our findings on the stations you set up around the city. If my supervisors see how much damage OSCORP is doing to the climate, perhaps they'll mention it to the Board and then they won't get shut down ..." She walked down the sleek hallway, flats tapping against polished tile. Nina veered in and around her co-workers. Some were in her department, others she had never seen until now▬that was how vast OSCORP had become: the top science development aside from Stark Industries and the intelligent Mr. Fantastic. "I wish you were here for it," wen ton Nina, giving another glance out through the tall glass walls that expanded out to New York below, "they might actually listen if you were. Well ... I hope you're enjoying Europe ... and if you could return my calls, or my texts ... if you want to, I guess." Nina rolled her eyes at herself. "Anyway, hopefully I'll see you soon. Bye, Harry."

    She hung up and stuffed her phone back into her lab pocket. Nina hasn't heard from Harry since he left on his trip around Europe; at all. They had huge plans about these research stations to help the growing climate problems in the city▬and huge plans to convince his father to fund them. And then, like that, her friend disappeared off the ends of the Earth (or Europe). No one has heard from him▬not even a post on his Facebook or Instagram. Harry had just vanished.

    And with his father's campaign just around the corner?

    It didn't make sense. Even the rules of the universe couldn't seem to explain it other than sometimes, people surprise you▬they change, they fly off and they leave you behind. She would know that better than anyone.

    She made it to the entrance of the chemistry lab. Nina fiddled for her lanyard, her brows furrowed in effort▬until another hand brushed in front of her and swiped their own, opening the door with a quick type of the department password.

    Nina breathed a thank you while the owner of the lanyard sent her a quizzical frown. "Is that your third hot chocolate this morning?" He chuckled, shaking his head and leading the way into the lab. "Man, you must be stressed, Hart."

    "I am stressed, Vinnie," she answered, following her only friend left here at OSCORP. "I have that meeting with the supervisors today, and if I'm successful, I could then be speaking to the Board."

    "Yeah," he scoffed, "good luck with that."

    Vincent Grange was a cynic. That was the best way to describe him. A young man with a mind filled with the logical and never the whimsical. In comparison to Nina's own bright, hopeful persona, it was like someone was standing in a room where ice and fire merged together and didn't destroy the other. They were a scientific mystery, for even when opposites attract each other within physics and chemistry▬in the very being of their existence, all of them buzzing with positive and negative electrons, the opposite that they were should not work. Whatsoever. She was the fire that should melt his ice, and he was the water that should put out her fire, but never seemed to succeed in doing so. Even their star signs weren't supposed to be compatible. Nina made them do a personality test when they should've been doing a late night shift and they weren't compatible with that, either. Everything said they should be at each other's throats, and yet, they couldn't be further from it. Sure, Vinnie, with his blank gaze under dark hair and his judging words, might seem like he hated Nina Hart and everything she stood for, but he tolerated her like a little sister. An annoying, hot-chocolate enthusiastic little sister, but also a close, endearing friend.

    "I know you're being sarcastic," Nina rushed forward as much as she dared to in order to keep up with his longer legs that held a trade that always made him look like he was on a mission, "but seriously▬this is the only chance I'll get. Without Harry around, I've managed to get this far, and we need this to go to the Board and to his father."

    "The Big Man has no time for any of that now that he's Mayor." Vinnie led the way past lab desks and techs peering into microscopes, leaning over test tubes, flames and waiting for chemical analysers to finish▬most were taking sneak peaks at their phones. "He's got to worry about staying in the next term."

    "Yes, but▬" said Nina, stopping to take a quick sip of her hot chocolate before catching up again, "▬he will pay attention when this could possibly affect his campaign. I mean, these results I've got? They'll look terrible under his reputation."

    Vinnie laughed at this. He walked straight through a holographic image of a virus simulation. The intern who had been trying to get it to work threw her hands up at him, annoyed. Nina apologised for her friend and quickly walked around it. "What? You plan on blackmailing Norman Osborn?"

    "No!" said Nina, horrified. "I would never! I▬I'll just bring up how bad this is, and common sense will pave the way."

    "For scientists, most of us have a lack of common sense▬you're going to get nowhere."

    She frowned at him. "You could a least be a little hopeful, for me."

    They stopped at their shared desks. Nina sat down her drink and reached for her files she had prepared the night before, running a finger along the side of it with a nervous twist in her stomach. Vinnie noticed and sighed, sitting down in his chair and giving her a look. "Nina," he said in a more gentle tone this time, "you and I both know that if this goes wrong, and everyone tells you it'll succeed, you'll end up distraught. This isn't going to work, but you're still going to try, and then you'll be back yapping to me about what you're going to do next to grab their attention."

    Nina pursed her lips. She knew he was right. In a way, Vinnie's discouraging words were always the most encouraging. She sat down in her seat, too, pulling it towards her desk. "You're the most inspirational cynic I know. It doesn't make sense."

    "Believe me," Vinnie dragged his keyboard towards him so he could log into his computer, "I don't get it either. The last thing I want to do is inspire your positivity."

    Nina bit back a smile. Not telling him how much she appreciated his words, because he'd only whine about it, she logged into her computer, too. When she and Vinnie first met, he was a tired, three-year experienced lab tech and she was a fresh-faed, bright and happy intern right out of ESU. He was tasked with showing her around and he still supervised her to this day, except with less companies to the head of their department about changing their desks around so she'd be on the opposite side of the room (planet). Nina supposed she just wore him down with hot chocolate▬hot chocolate wears everyone down. (Even Spider-Man).

    "Well, jokes on you," she decided to say to Vinnie, grinning to herself, "you're technically my supervisor so you have to be at the meeting."

    Immediately, Vinnie slumped forward and his head fell against the stone top. "Fucking hell..." he let out and Nina chuckled, smug.

    She opened up her email, still chucking at Vinnie's whining until she noticed something stare back at her at the very top. Her smile dropped right off her face.

    "No," let out Nina, all of her amusement falling with her smile. "No, no, no▬"

    Vinnie looked up with a frown. "What is it?"

    Nina's chest flamed up with a fury. Her hand on her mouse clenched as she read the email's subject line, and then its content. "They can't do that!"

    "Can't do what?"

    Gritting her teeth, Nina Hart stood up. She grabbed her phone, her phone and her drive▬everything she had planned for the meeting this morning before taking off at a storm back through the lab.

    "Nina?" Vinnie called after her, awkwardly glancing at other lab techs that watched her pass, incredulous. "Hart, what're you doing? Nina." He glanced at the email open on her computer, and cursed. "Oh, fuck▬"

    Nina wasn't particularly thinking as she made a beeline for the office that held the head of their department on this level. Not caring that she had a hot chocolate stain on her blouse, or that Vinnie was marching after her, demanding she'd come back to her desk (and that this was a terrible idea), she reached the office. Knocking on the glass and steel door, Nina could see her boss sigh, expecting her to come barging. She gestured to her earphones, pretending she was on a phone call, but Nina knew▬she knew.

    She held up her folder, tapping it aggressively. She was going to have this meeting no matter what. She was running out of time. Any longer, and there was a chance OSCORP would shut down its own heir's work while he was away. She opened her folder to show her graphs, even pressing it against the glass of the door until her boss sighed and motioned for her to come in. Nina, smug, opened the door and stormed in with an explosive▬

    "What do you mean the meeting's been rescheduled?"

    Holliday Jennings held up her hands in surrender, taking out her earphones to admit: "It wasn't me, Nina. I got you this, I wasn't planning on taking it away. It was the higher powers that be of OSCORP that decided."

    "I even made a slideshow!" Nina argued, annoyed. She waved the drive as Vinnie joined her, head in his hands in his disappointment (of the outcome, of her, she was yet to be sure). "With pictures and cute emoji's and funny science jokes▬"

    "I'm sorry, Nina," sighed Holly. She peered at Nina with concern in her dark green hues. She was a gorgeous middle-aged woman with silky dark hair and fair skin. "I can't do anything. The Board has decided that there are more important things to focus on, now that things are changing in New York"

    "Things are changing in New York," rebutted Nina. "Climate change! Climate change is happening▬and New York is full of gas emissions. The population of the city want to save this world. These sub-stations around New York aim to find the largest problems OSCORP itself is causing towards the environment and to stop them. It's a perfect way for OSCORP to step towards the next era of energy, and would support Mr. Osborn's future campaign. The people want renewable energy, OSCORP can give it if we only just▬"

    Holly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Nina▬"

    "Holly, please," Nina almost begged. She set her file onto the table. "Just▬have a look through the findings, okay? They're crazy. This▬this is super important, and Harry needs▬I mean▬" she corrected herself, "▬Mr. Osborn's son needs me to keep these stations open while he's in Europe. This is his dream." It's his mother's dream, Nina added to herself.

    Her boss slumped. Whether it was out of curiosity, or pity, Nina wasn't sure, but she took the file in her fingers anyway to flick through. "I know this is important to you, Nina," said Holly gently. "Even if I look through your work, it is what it is. I can't change anything. Your'e just going to have to wait until the next date. Today's caused a lot of delay in our products and our consumers."

    Nina frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

    Holliday pursed her lips. "It just means ... certain things have halted specifics. There is no time today for things such as this. I'm really am sorry, Nina. I swear."

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THE REST OF the day was slow and draining. Nina had a heart half full as she worked on her daily projects, peering at chemical equations and spending more time checking the updates on Wilson Fisk's imprisonment than actually working. Her eyes constantly trailed to YouTube videos of Kingpin being led out of Fisk Tower, online news reports and eye witnesses that stated Spider-Man saved the day (as usual). After eight long, gruelling years, Spider-Man finally defeated his longest standing enemy and just like that, he was off, given a cell where the worst of the worst supervillains resided: the Raft.

    The Raft was a high▬very high▬security prison on the banks beside Ryker's Island that housed infamous beings that Nina knew the names of all too well. She still had a scar from the burn on her arm when Electro held her captive right before finals in her second year of college. She had seen the destruction Rhino had taken to the Meatpacking District four years ago. The Vulture had kept everyone on her toes in his insane heists, and Scorpion ... Nina remembered what Scorpion had done to Peter▬how he had collapsed in her room, chest barely moving even a shudder. And now, Wilson Fisk was among them, and he sure matched their distaste and desperation to see Spider-Man crushed like a big. And like the rest, he had underestimated the superhero again and again, because there they were, and here Peter still was.

    And here Nina still was, stuck behind a computer and test tubes, and feeling as though she should feel something over all of this. (Maybe she should take a vacation, perhaps she deserves it).

    But she couldn't find it in herself to celebrate after losing her chance to fight for the environment stations. Nina felt like she's failed Harry. She felt like they've lost. She felt like▬

    God, did she miss him, and he couldn't even be bothered to respond to any of her texts or calls. Maybe she deserved it.

    (Even so, she was still really worried).

    In the end, Vinnie decided she wasn't doing any good for the lab and as lunch came around, dragged her out.

    Nina frowned but did as he told her, letting herself be pulled out of the lab and downstairs towards the OSCORP cafe on the ground floor. Vinnie ordered her a hot chocolate and she took it with a small, tight smile as they sat down together. Because she knew that despite all of his disgruntlements, he was kind and he was sweet. But Nina couldn't find it in herself to sip away at the warm drink, staring at the scuffs on the cafe table with a glum pout.

    The Wilson Fisk takedown was still all over the news. Nina heard distant words on Spider-Man and police official statements. She heard Fisk's infamous cry as he was taken by authorities▬something she knew would be in the history books amongst all the other generic threats. Nina chose to ignore them this time, sighing a sad sigh.

    "Oh, my God," let out Vinnie this time. "I knew you'd get like this. Remember what I said? One setback, you'll just find another way. You always do, it's annoying."

    "What if I can't this time, Vinnie?" murmured Nina, gazing out of the window and wondering why she was suddenly hoping she'd see Spider-Man swing past. Peter used to think she'd get somewhere▬believed it wholeheartedly until she did, too. Now, she wasn't so sure. "This was the last chance to keep them from closing these stations▬there's no more chances."

    "Find another one," Vinnie told her. Nina pursed her lips, muttering a soft: I don't know... "Yeah, you do know," he then added. "You'll be yapping to be about it before the end of the day."

    She managed a small, quick smile to him at that. "Yeah, I suppose..." she took a sip from her drink. It warmed her tongue. "Maybe I could skip a step ... find one of the board members or higher supervisors..."

    Vinnie rolled his eyes. "And there she is."

    Nina chuckled.

    He then held out a hand, an idea coming to his head. "What about▬hey, don't you have a friend in the Daily Bugle? Mutual friend with Harry? What if you mention it to her? Or▬or that other guy you used to talk about. Scientist? Uh ... Peter Palmer?"

    "Parker," corrected Nina, but she shook her head. A weary look came onto her face. "And ... no ... I shouldn't ... I don't think MJ would want to hear from me▬or Peter. I don't think either of them would like to hear from me. I haven't ... exactly spoken to them since Harry left."

    Vinnie's brows furrowed gently, his abrasive nature falling away at the tone of her voice. "You never told me what happened."

    "It's..." Nina shrugged, trying to dismiss the conversation▬change it. It was hard to explain the story when she couldn't tell Vinnie about who Peter Parker really was. "It's complicated. Things just ... changed. Circumstances changed..." her words trailed off when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. A group of higher up members, all dressed in slender, dark suits and polished shoes, rushed past the cafe. Both Nina and Vinnie arched their brows, curious at their hushed whispers. She recognised some of the supervisors she was supposed to be having a meeting with.

    "No wonder the meeting got cancelled," said Vinnie as they watched them pass. "Looks like someone was late to work."

    "Looks like something serious," murmured Nina. "I wonder what it's about."

    Vinnie scoffed and drank the rest of his coffee. "Who cares? Probably not something we're apart of, anyway."

    But Nina had a strange feeling. Call her paranoid, you wouldn't be the first. A few years dealing with Peter Parker and Spider-Man made her along the lines of that▬or perhaps just instead of being paranoid, Nina was just no longer ignorant. She narrowed her eyes, trying to listen before they'd get too far away and reach the elevator.

    It was hard, but she caught:

    "The Fisk takedown won't look good," one was whispering to another. "We can't risk the police or anyone finding that file."

    "Relax," another replied harshly. "Osborn's mayor, he'll have it handled▬there's nothing for him, or any of us to worry about."

    "They're talking about Fisk," said Nina in a low voice to Vinnie. "And a file▬what on Earth about a file? They don't want anyone to find it."

    She expected Vinnie to be suspicious, but instead, he took another sip and declared: "Who taught you to be so nosy?"

    And Nina knew that was his way of saying: leave it alone. And perhaps she should. With the end of eight years against Fisk for Spider-Man, maybe it was at last time for Nina to let him go. Let it all go. And so, while her younger self would've gotten up and followed, eager to learn more and report back to her superhero friend, she stayed and finished her hot chocolate, leaving it all alone.

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a/n: y'all should play a game and bet how long I can keep something in a 'coming soon' mode. I'll give u a tip, never long I'm too adhd for that shit. trying out not indenting all my paragraphs, I wonder how long it'll take me to freak out and switch the format back over.

    I'm gonna fail my assignments I have no self-discipline. I just posted a new fuking book when I'm behind on so many others what is wrong with me?

    anyway, hope you've enjoyed this first chapter. Nina is an icon and so she must have an iconic bestie like Vinnie. I hope that even if you've never played/watch people play this game you'll enjoy this book and understand it. but still, watch someone play it its amazing. it's very immersed like I wanna put all the aspects in it but we're probs just gonna have to focus on the main storyline and not the side quests. I dunno yet. am I gonna reference shit? you guys know me by now ... of course, I am.

    we're on a whim but its the best sorta thing.

    I wanna get a ps5 to play this game and miles morales so bad but I'll be broke-

    *sighs in playing this game and will play marvels spider-man 2 religiously out of others on YouTube*

    also another unpopular opinion: I loved the mj stealth missions they were so cool!

    Nina being so chaotic in a science job is all I wanted for her.

    also tom's spider-man is turning into insomniac spider-man I call it and I love him for it.

    anyway be sure to comment and vote xx let's get this book out there so people are forced to love nina and love ps4/ps5 spider-man. it's our agenda rn.

   update: we survived like 3/4 days without indented paragraphs!