Peter Parker Room の小説・ストーリー

The room screamed masculinity and maleness. The walls were painted in black with a little bit of white here and there that was used to lighten the room. The furniture was a shade of dim colors and everything seemed totally out of this world. There was a cactus plant growing in a point and another pot of purple hibiscus in a pot on the window. She shot out of bed immediately, scenes from last night breaking into her mind bits by bits. She recalled entirely what had happened. From the man in her office, to his silent moves. Peter's dead body and his hands on her silent shoulder.

AURORA'S POV Petar opened the gate and showed me my new parking spot. He took me to a room on the second floor, right next to the biggest bedroom, talking excitedly about the movie room, the running path around the house, and the indoor pool like a happy salesman. “Petar, can you show me the demon fountain?” I asked when we got to the stairs. He stopped moving and shook his head. “Mr. King wouldn’t like that. No.”

she added and cried. By this time, people had gathered already as they called on 911. Mr. Parker got to the building, most of it's structure had gone down already He saw Peter crying inside his room that was surrounded with fire. "Hey! Come! It's ok. I've got you" Mr. Parker said as he held Peter tightly. He took the blanket that he was lying the bed that was half burnt, poured water on it and covered his body and pushed him out of the burning room to the kitchen that was half burnt too.

"Early? Do you know what time it is?" One glance at the clock on his bedside table, and Parker became Peter Parker. He wildly swung over the things that were on the ground to get to different corners of the room, to get his stuff. Then, he jumped over his bed smoothly and left with a hasty 'Bye!' I surveyed the room, thinking of how long it would take for me to clean it. The answer was 'a lot.' Parker poked his head in again and said, "Please don't tell Drake about the cookies," he said sheepishly.

I muttered before turning to follow Kylie into her apartment. "Sorry about that, shes been a rambling mess lately. Business has been booming since the Panic room opened up shop just outside of town. She and dad have been working double time to keep up with orders." My stomach turned at the sound of that name, and the card in my pocket suddenly felt a lot heavier. "So you've been to the Panic room, then? Have you met the owners?" I asked as I took off my jacket.

Like the calm before an explosion. Brandon cut the engine. “You ready?” “Not even a little,” I said, grabbing my phone. “Let’s do it anyway.” Inside, a few guys were lounging around watching a game. They waved like nothing was weird. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe I was just paranoid. Until I saw the door to Peter’s room. It was wide open. I froze. Brandon followed my gaze. “Oh, hell.” We stepped closer. The room looked ransacked — drawers pulled out, clothes everywhere, mattress flipped. Someone had gone through everything.

Thus, I braced myself as I mustered up my courage and gave them a nod. "Mom would be happy to see you." Alora added. Meanwhile, I forced myself to finish the meal. Mr. Scarlett and Alora took their time. I gave them privacy and went to my room since I had to wrap up a few things. After an hour, someone knocked on the door. I thought it must be Alora but I was surprised to see her Dad stand at the door frame. "Please, come in." I got up from the seat and invited him in. He walked in and looked around. There was not a single feminine thing in my room. The dark and gloomy furniture and colourless decorations went well with my mood.

Eve The War Room isn't a smoky backroom filled with men playing poker. It looks like the flight deck of a spaceship crashed into an industrial loft. Located in a nondescript warehouse in the Meatpacking District, the space is dominated by a massive, U-shaped bank of monitors suspended from the ceiling. Beneath them sits a sleek, tempered-glass command table that glows with a faint blue light. The air is frigid, kept super-cooled for the servers humming behind a glass wall, and the air is redolent with the smell of espresso.

“Everything is set, Ms. Parker. Your team is assembled and waiting for you.” I rose from my seat. “Where are they?” “They’re in the Boardroom on the 12th floor.” My heels clicked softly against the marble floor as I stepped away from my office table and strode to the door. Mr. Martins followed closely. We walked into the corridor, to the sight of my secretary wheeling a cart towards my office. “What’s that?” Mr. Martins asked. The young woman smiled, her eyes bright with excitement. “It's a delivery for Ms. Parker, from Mr. Alec Rivera.”

, Neil's said with a wink. "Anyways, so we call him Peter Parker.", He said smiling. "You are a 'Parker', Neil.", Sarah said. "Oh shut up! I can do better than Spiderman.", He said as finally Sarah was done with my wound. She looked up at me. "Don't move your hand too much. It might hurt.", She said with a warm smile. "Now, Iron Man, kindly come here.", She said as I got off the bed. "Oh thank you, Ms. Romanoff.", He said jokingly before going and sitting opposite to her.