#webdget

"Listen, I would love to get involved with whatever-" The word he wants to use is fuckery, actually, but that seems a little harsh. Isn't that exactly the issue things pretty much exist in a status quo at? Someone comes looking for help or advice or a team up or something, and finds themselves shut down or brushed off or whatever, and then when shit hits the fan - most of the time metaphorically, but there have been times when the literal has taken place that don't bear thinking about - they find the world coming down on them like a sack of bricks. He doesn't want to be that guy, necessarily, that does the brushing off. He doesn't. But the last time he got involved in Spider-Man - specifically - bullshit, he ended up buying another company and that is not on his running to-do list anymore.

Which is why he takes stock a moment and pauses, breathes out the type of sigh that tells him he's an idiot and a sucker and is going to regret this with every fiber of his being, and starts over.

@webdget, because we love pain

what in god's name have you gotten yourself into, james murphy? it's a question that ping pongs between the walls of his skull, tail swishing angrily in the air as he listens to the city burn around him. he tried tuning it out — the dials of his mask turned to a nine, told the others all this noise and chaos was giving him a migraine. not a total lie, but enough to placate the others for now. just gotta play the part until the coast is clear and dip, y'know, your usual response when the going gets tough. felt good to breathe open air again though, his neck craning back to let the november rain try and wash away his sins.

pete'll be here soon, that's gonna be a fun talk. but that's their jobs right now — the scorpion and the spider, broken fractals in the same, distorted mirror, both simply players in a octavius' grand play to showcase the downfall of norman osborn. it would be more poetic if dallas couldn't hear the distant screams of suffering innocents. they're not your problem, this is just a job and then you're free. but free from what? it's a question he hasn't let himself linger on for too long since this all started. he catches the sound of a THWIP on the wind, southside of the park. a sigh, and mask is replaced over his face after wiping some of the rain away, and he tucks himself up over the northern edge of the roof. heartrate slows and a heavy pit forms low in his stomach, anchoring him to this decision, knowing what he has to do.

                ( THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN ! )     “ come out, come out wherever you are. ”    cackle rips from throat, amusement spilling into open air as the goblin moves, hopping off of the glider he moves cautiously, with hunched back and bent knees, muscles tense in preparation to jump, to move, to fight. there is always a thrill when it comes to their meetings, no pulled punches, no need to, it sees him as an equal, just as indestructible as he is. but oh, they have their differences, don’t they ? 

              “ THOUGHT YOU WERE A SPIDER, NOT A CHICKEN. ”

𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑩𝑼𝒁𝒁𝑰𝑵𝑮  𝑶𝑭  𝑯𝑬𝑹  𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬  gave the female a startle once entering the empty room that had been locked just moments ago.  she pulls out the gadget from her purse and gazes down at pete’s text before quickly replying back.

( 𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙴 ) :  there are a few rooms up here but i managed to get into the one that’s locked.  i’ll keep you posted on what i find.

it seemed pretty  e m p t y for the most part.  the first place em looked was in the dresser drawers.  there were a few papers but from skimming through them quickly, nothing important.  ‘come on,  there has to be something in here they’re hiding.  why would the door be locked if there wasn’t?’  emerald hues scan the room for anything that seems to stand out.  her heel made a weird sound against the wooden floor in one part.  she gets down on her knees and begins knocking against it. the sound in that one spot is different . .  as she presses against it,  the piece just pops up.  ‘bingo.’  there’s a stack of cards in the floorboard.  eyebrows furrow together in confusion.  ‘cards,  really?  what’s so special about these?’  she spends a few moments analyzing them carefully. to her  DISMAY,  the same guy from downstairs was now making his way up to the second floor with a few others.  mj  could hear them coming.  ‘dammit..’  the female would not have enough time to leave the room . .  so instead,  she quickly snaps the floorboard back in place and puts the cards in her bust while sprinting  towards the closet where she plans to hide.

( 𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙴 ) :  i think someone’s coming.  i’m in the closet,  don’t text me back because they’ll hear it vibrate.

                        he had been asking about funding, what peter might need in what should be his free time, but has bled into work.   a new gadget.   something he’s been working on since he started interning at oscorp, it would be a lie to claim the boy’s excitement isn’t contagious, though norman masks it with curiosity to see the progress peter has made  ( osborn fortune’s favoritism opens quite a few doors. )     

❝  this is really cool,  watch this!  ❞

                         “ peter.”    osborn interrupts with a smile, the barest hint of a laugh rumbling in his chest as he stops the boy with a remark that is far more a reminder than a question:    “     is this one of those experiments that is better suited for the lab ? ”