&&. PETER
after a night of crime fighting and a quick change back into his civvies behind a dumpster, peter had found himself in the east side of manhattan, instantly recognizing the large building opposite. a grin began to grow on the young man’s features and he reached into his backpack for his camera. despite the false and sometimes plain ludicrous accusations and reports the daily bugle had published about spider-man and his peers, there was something homely about being in its presence. lowering his polaroid, peter recognized the other approach and waved them over. “hey! do — do you think mr. jameson works here yet?”
ALISON WAS AT HOME IN THE CITY. well, she was really at home in long island, but the blonde found herself in the lower east side more than anything with her underground performances she started off with before getting picked up by her label. those run down three story apartment buildings and dollar pizza places made her feel even more connected to the city than before. but now it was the seventies -- alison’s favorite era of music. so many greats peaked in this decade and all she wanted to do was watch. hearing another’s voice, alison made her way over to the guy waving her on with a grin. ❝ uhh... can’t say i know who that is...❞ and then another question popped into her mind, ❝ do you think freddie mercury is un-famous enough for me to try to hang out with him? ❞















