In Need of a Helping (?) Hand
*Life has full on sucked since that metal armed jerkwad stole from Martha Connors's lab. After begging, pleading, and doing everything he can to salvage everything, Eddie is at the end of his options.*
*needing someone to talk to (and yeah, someone who has connections to a possible job, let's be real) he dials up Peter's number*
*taps his fingers on a half filled cardboard moving box as the phone rings*












