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newyorknative2018-04-02 05:54 pm
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I really need you with me, it's so lonely in this city
"Wade Winston Wilson." Peter can't help but smile - it's not like he has room to talk with a name like Peter Parker, but at least he has the Benjamin in the middle to break it up a little. He reads through the file over a mug of hot chocolate, flicks through the recommended exercises with a practiced thumb. The more in depth the file goes, though, the more fascinated Peter becomes. Helping people is absolutely what he's here to do...but biochemistry is kind of a passion, and the more he reads about the experimental treatment Wade has been through, the more in awe he becomes. It's exactly the kind of work his father did, and it's worked. Not without consequences - it seems Wade is in a lot of pain, but he was alive, and that was kind of the first step, wasn't it?
Needless to say, Peter is a little nervous when he knocks on Wade's apartment door that afternoon, duffle-bag of supplies strapped across his back. He adjusts his glasses and runs a hand through his hair, smile already curling up the edges of his mouth.