Peter Parker Room の小説・ストーリー

AVA MAXWELL’S POV ​Monday Night. 11:00 PM. ​The safe house Helen had arranged wasn’t a cabin in the woods or a bunker. It was a grimy, basement-level apartment in Koreatown, underneath a dry cleaner that smelled of perchloroethylene and fried garlic. ​It was the last place Thomas Parker would look for the pregnant wife of a billionaire. ​I sat at a wobbly laminate table, the glare of a laptop screen illuminating my face. Across from me sat a man who looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in a decade. He was pale, thin, and wore a hoodie that read “I void warranties.”

Finally, Peter arrives and I follow him out to a waiting black SUV. I’m surprised we’re going deeper into the city, then into the parking garage for the John Hancock building. Disappointment hits me sharply as I remember him talking about the apartments his brothers brought their women to rather than bringing them home. He never said he had one—I should have known. Of course he had one. I follow Peter into the elevator. It stops on the seventy-eighth floor. I’m hesitant to follow him out. Holy crap, there are only six doors on the floor. That means the apartment will be huge.

Nor did I want Lana to have to be surrounded by constant violence after everything she had lived through… survived through. The metal door opened wide before I reached it, and I was greeted by the sight of the familiar, scrawny man chained down to a metal chair in the middle of the room. The cuffs around his neck, wrists, and limbs were tightened as far as they could go. "Oliver, glad you could make it," Parker said, leaning against the wall closest to the door. His arms were crossed over his chest, but his glare remained on the disgusting rogue in front of us. He wanted answers, and I wanted blood. It was a perfect combination.

I asked. “Don’t worry about that there. Just know that I give them shelter. It is hard for them at first but they realize later I did them a favour” ~ Peter finally took me to my room after we were done with the tour. I could say I felt a little secured with all he showed me. I stepped into the room and was impressed. It was big, doesn’t stink and posh compared to my room back in Alpha Damien’s pack. I loved the blue colour he used for the cottons on the window. Blue was my favourite colour so I was ecstatic to see it anywhere.

I try to focus on what Bronx is telling me, but the faceless man is standing there watching us. “Peter, let’s go to the back room so you can take off the disguise.” Bronx looks at the man. “Of course, follow me.” Bronx stands up, takes my hand and places the other hand on the small of my back to press me forward. As we follow the man, I notice while his suit looks expensive, his pants fit awkwardly. I squeeze Bronx’s hand and watch the man’s uneven gait until he reaches a skinny door between bookshelves. He opens the door, allowing Bronx and me to step in first. Inside is a large, modern conference room, except it’s perfectly round, which makes little sense because based on the size of the s

(author note - English is not my first language. so if there are any grammar mistakes please let me know in the comments and thanks for reading the book. this is my first work so I hope you all will support me. -thank you) at the time while Patrick was at ruso's office. stan lee was in the apartment he rented to live alone. it is not his home he just rented the apartment to have fun with the girl he dated and to parties. right now he was sleeping beside Susan and both are naked.

She gave a small nod before walking off. Peter gestured for us to follow him. We trailed him toward the elevator. Once inside, he pressed the button for the thirteenth floor. The doors closed with a soft chime. None of us said a word on the ride up. The air was heavy, full of thoughts unspoken. When the elevator doors slid open, we stepped into a large room that looked like something out of a photoshoot set. It wasn’t a regular office space.

" Are we going to share a room?” Peter didn't answer me, we continued in silence until we reached our sanctuary. I took a good look at the room while Pyotr took care of tipping the guy. The place was spacious, surrounded by an infinity pool, and the stars shone in the sky, stealing my breath a little. Yes, they were right to call this place a sanctuary, it was quite appropriate. " I'm going to take a shower," Peter said, closing the door and looking around, "I can stay on the couch.”

Derek joked as they approached the private room. Upon opening the door, Hector ushered both father and son into the private room, which looked more like an office. There were a group of burly security men standing in a row, bowing to Peter as they entered into the office. “Have a seat, son.” Peter said as they both sat down on opposite sides of the table in the office. “Thanks, boys. You can leave the office now. Hector, wait for us in the car.” The security and Hector bowed and left the office, leaving Derek and Peter in the office alone.

"Can't it wait? Till tomorrow? There's something we also have to talk about." "What's that?" "It's a long story and we can't talk about it outside here." "You desperately need me to go inside with you, don't you?" "Not exactly but I would appreciate it." I swallowed. Peter let out a sigh, clearly skeptical about going in. "Okay." He agreed. "But I wouldn't take long." I led him upstairs to my room, using the keys to open the door as I waltzed in. "This is where I stay." I showed him around. Peter took one quick glance at the whole room.