The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 10: Rooftop...

"Thanks, Mr.Delmar." Peter say, grabbing the sandwiches.
"Hi Murph." He says, petting the cat near the counter.
He must've come here a lot. He was really friendly with the owner.
He hands me the sandwich and we begin to walk down the streets.
"It's too crowded down here, don't ya think?" He asks, biting his sandwich.
"It's always crowded in New York." I answer.
He points to a building.
"Want to sit up there?" He asks, smiling.
"Up there? How would we get up there?" I laugh.
"Come in, I'll show you."
He drags me into the alley between the building. He grabs something out of his backpack.
"Hold on." He says, grabbing my waist.
I wasn't that comfortable with someone touching me, but I didn't say anything.
He shoots out what seems to be a web shooter and we fly up toward the building.
"What the fuck?" I laugh.
"It's awesome, right?" He smiles.
He drops at the top of the building and sits down.
"Do you just casually climb buildings everyday?" I ask.
"Uh, yeah- basically." He says, biting his sandwich.
I realize I hadn't eaten anything yet.
I sit down next to him, eating the sandwich.
"What do you usually do up here?" I ask.
"On the buildings?" He grins.
"Yes, on the buildings."
"Well, I just- usually, just sit.."
"And watch down on Queens?"
"Yeah, basically."
I finish my sandwich and crinkle the wrapping into a ball. I didn't know what else to say.
It was awkward.
It was weird, finally being cared about.
I think.
"Are you alright, though?" He asks, looking back at me.
I shrug. I didn't know if I was okay.
"I'm just in my head a lot." I reply.
He nods. I don't know if he understand or not.
He's talking to you out of pity..
I shake the thought away.
I always thought the worst.
...
An hour or two goes by, and Peter is showing me a phone. It was odd.
I'd never seen a phone like that.
He handed it to me.
"How do I use it?"
"Well, this is the power button," he says, pointing, "And this is the volume."
I turn it on.
This was so cool.
My face lights up.
He shows me how to tap icons and how to text on a keyboard.
A message pops up.
"Who's that?"
"Oh, I-it's Mr. Stark."
He gets a call.
"Uh, hey.. Mr. Stark." He stutters out.
I don't know what Stark was saying.
"Oh.. yeah- she's with me."
..
"Yeah- we'll be back soon, Mr. Stark."
..
"Okay, bye..."
He hangs up the call.
"He was just wondering where we were.." He says, shoving the phone into his pocket.
The sun was starting to set, so he probably was worried.
Not so much about me.
But Peter.
He looked over at the sun setting.
"It's beautiful, isn't it." I say.
He nods.
I hadn't actually seen the sun set in a while. I was always trapped inside.
The colors filled the sky. I missed this feeling.
Freedom.
I looked over at Peter, who was looking down at my hand. Metal hand.
I quickly cover it with my sleeve.
He thinks you're a freak.
I shake that thought away. I hated thinking like this.
"Oh- no. I wasn't-" he stutters.
"I think your metal arm is cool..." He whispers.
I smile.
"Are you complimenting me?" I ask.
"Uh, I mean- yeah." He stutters, smiling.
He scratched the back of his neck.
"Can I see it? The metal arm?" He asks, cautiously.
I thought about it, and lifted my sleeve up a bit.
He looked at it, amazed.
"Cool.."
"Yeah, well, it was used for killing people." I joke.
He looks up at me and laughs, realizing I was making a joke. He knew what I said was true, but humor was my new way of coping.
I pull down my sleeve.
"We should probably head back to Stark Tower." Peter insists.
It was getting late.
"Yeah. Wait, don't you have a home?"
"Well, yeah- with my Aunt May. But Mr. Stark got me a room in Stark Tower... so I sleep there a lot."
"Cool."