I meet Peter after he's out of school at Delmars. He called, asking if I wanted to go "fight crime" together. I decided to say yes. I like Peter, he's cool. And he's my age, which is nice. Plus, Tony asked me to keep a close eye on him.
"Hey, what's up?" Mr Delmar asks us as we walk in to his shop.
"Hey, man. What's up, Mr. Delmar?" Peter responds.
"Hey, Mr. Parker. Who's this?" He asks, pointing at me.
"Oh, I'm Emerson. I'm a friend of Peters." I say, shaking Mr. Delmars hand.
"It's nice to meet you. Number five, right?" He replies.
"Yeah, and with pickles, and can you smush it down real flat? Thanks."
"Oh, that sounds good. I'll have the same." I say to him.
"You got it, guys." He says, about to ring us up separately. I pay for mine and then Peter steps up to pay for his. "How's your aunt?"
"Yeah, she's all right."
"Élla es una mujer italiana muy atractiva." Mr. Delmar says with a smirk.
"Comó esta tu hija?" Peter replies.
"Ten dollars." Mr. Delmar says with a frown.
"It's 5 dollars."
"For that comment, 10 dollars."
"Hey, come on. I'm joking. I'm joking. Here's 5 dollars." He hands him the money and waits for our sandwiches.
"So how's school?" He asks us.
"It's boring. Got better things to do." Peter replies. I nod in agreement, even though I don't go to school.
"Stay in school, kids. Otherwise, you're gonna end up like me."
"This is great." Peter and I both say.
"Best sandwiches in Queens." Mr. Delmar then hands us our food and we head out the door.
We head to an abandoned alleyway so we can change into our suits. I've upgraded mine a bit. It's a dark grey color, fitted around my entire body, kinda like Nats use to be. I added a utility belt that held a couple of gadgets of my own design. They include: smoke bombs, a couple of throwing knives that will return back to me after I throw them, and a syringe with a serum I made to boost my energy, in case I find myself with no fight left, but I need to keep it up.
I put on my mask and I turn around to see Peter already done and he's just standing, awkwardly, waiting for me to finish. Unsure if he can turn around, because he didn't want to see me naked.
"You ready to go?" I ask. He jumps, and turns around.
"Yes! Let's head out." He says as he shoots a web. I then use my energy to fly after him. We land on the roof top of a building near by.
I can hear him whisper under his breath, "Finally."
I smile and look at my surrounding. Trying to pinpoint a crime. Then I spot a bike thief and nudge Peter. He sees it too, and I let him take care of this one on his own.
"What's the matter with you?" The thief says as Peter stops him.
"Could you hold this?" Peter then shoots a web at his chest and the guy is immediately pulled up. "Thanks. Hey, is this anybody's bike? No? Hey, buddy, is this your bike?"
"I have no change." Someone says as he walk by him.
"Does anyone have a pen? Do you have a pen?"
We then fly and swing around the city, keeping an eye on everyone. I can tell that Peter gets a little antsy.
"Everybody good?" He asks as we zoom across a bridge.
We land on the top of another building and we hear shouting from below us.
"Hey! You're that spider guy on YouTube, right?"
"Call me Spider-Man." Peter responds back.
"Okay, Spider-Man." The man then looks to me. "Oh my god, are you an Avenger?"
"Yeah, sorta, I guess!" I yell back.
"What do they call you?" He asks
"I don't really have a super hero name."
"Why not?" Peter asks.
"I don't know, they never really gave me one."
"Can both of you do a flip?" The man yells at us.
We both do a flip. Peter does a back flip and I do a front flip. The man applauds us and we bow for him. We then jump off the building and search for more crimes.
"Hey, buddy. Shouldn't steal cars, it's bad." Peter says to someone as he webs his hand to the car and then webs his face just to pull back on it, cause the dude to hit his head against the car.
"It's my car, dumb-ass!" The guys says. I shake my head and laugh.
"Hey! Shut that off!" A lady pops her head out of her window.
"Can you tell him it's my car?"
"I was--" Peter starts but he's bombarded with angry neighbors.
"I work at nights. Come on."
"That's not your car! That's his car."
"How was I supposed to know? He was putting that in the window!" Peter tries to explain himself.
"Every day with these alarms!"
"Turn it off!"
"Don't make me come down there, punk." An old man joins the party. The lady notices him.
"Hey, Gary. How you doing?"
"Marjorie, how are you? How's your mother?"
I laugh and just yell at Peter to come here. He swings back up to me.
"I though he was stealing that car." He says with a long face.
"I know, that's what it looked like to me too." I reply.
"By the way, thanks for your help back there." He says with a slightly annoyed tone.
"You just, looked like you had the situation handled yourself." I say, trying to hide my laughter.
He shoots out a web in front of him and tries to swing off the rooftop, but he's stopped by the slightly shorter rooftop to our right. He face plants and is dragged a few feet.
"I'm good, I'm good." I just laugh and jump down towards him and help him up.
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Peter and Emerson become closer as they are forced to protect the city from a new villain, the Vulture. They both need to look inside themselves and find out who they truly are in order to become who they're meant to be. THIS STORY TAKES PLACE DURI...