Weeks.
That's what that's been.
I haven't seen any suspicious activity around. Then again I haven't been on patrol.
I haven't brought it up Tony though.
Maybe I will today.
It's the weekend so I guess I have time.
"Y/n are you ok?" Nat sits beside me.
"Y-yeah. I guess- I don't know really."
"What's on your mind?"
I guess it doesn't matter whether I tell her or not.
My hands cup together while just the slightest bit of sweat comes.
Why my throat feels like it's closing up. I don't know.
"I just feel like I should get to go on patrol too."
"Too?"
"Peter." I sigh
"Mhm. Well aren't you supposed to be on the lookout anyways?"
"I am. But I don't know how else I'm supposed to do that unless I go on patrol."
Nat understands my frustration.
" Il bring it up with Tony." She says walking away.
MJ
*Can we meet up?*
Sure, where?
*the park?*
K
Well looks like I'm doing this now.
I walk up into my room and change into different clothes.
:
I ended up at the park ten minutes later.
Mj waiting on the bench and unsurprisingly reading yet another book.
Is there anything else that she does?
"Another book?"
"There's no shame in my game"
I smile at her remark.
There's not a day where I don't like her comments.
"Why did you want to meet up?"
Mj puts her book in her backpack then meets her eyes with mine waiting for my answer.
" I'm thinking about patrolling."
I bite the inside of my cheek waiting.
"Like Spider-Man."
My eyes roll.
"Yeah."
She perks up straight.
"Ok so like at night right?"
"Why at night?"
Mj looks disappointed.
"Because You have school. Basically your cover up. So then at night that's when your job comes into view."
I nod now understanding.
I can't just go out like how I would before.
"What's your suit going to look like?"
Mj had a point.
My suit.
I had one. But that was long gone now.
"I'm not sure about that one right now."
"Couldn't you ask Mr.Stark?"
"I could" I agree to her words. "I'm just not sure whether that's a good idea or not"
Mj contomplaits that too.
"Whatever but until then you can still go out."
Yeah but even still does it really matter.
Yes it does.
It very much does.
"Tonight" I agreed, shaking her hand.
"Now what?" she asks bored
"Honestly I don't know. That was pretty much it."
We both sat there, not talking much.
In the end we just decided to walk to the library. I've been meaning to check out a few books too.
:
"Whatever happened to you when you weren't with the avengers?"
I suck in my breath.
Sure it was a terrible time in my life over in hydra I guess, but I don't talk about it much.
Especially since she does not know at all everything about me.
She can see straight through me though shell no if i'm lying.
And this is why I don't get close to people. They make you weak and they have a leverage on you.
One of the first things you are taught is to not trust anyone.
And I broke that rule.
I hold my books to my chest harder.
We're walking back to the park. It wasn't dark yet but it was getting there. I predicted in an hour or so.
"There's not much to tell really." My voice says otherwise, coming out more quiet than both of us expected.
" Lets just say I was in a very bad place in my life and I had no idea of who I was and what I was doing. And like a saying says "You have to go through the worst to get the best."."
I let out a shaky laugh.
"Whatever idiot came up with that should really rethink his words."
Mj just nodded and we continued to walk back to the park. I hope I didn't say too much or too little.
I may just drive other people away for what i've done.
It would make sense though. Everything you do has repercussions. Which translates to "Karmas a bitch".
And if I lose every ounce of what's been helping me...so be it.
Life couldn't get any worse.
Shit
Never utter those words, you're just asking for something to happen.
The sun slowly started to set and the night was drawing closer.
At this point it was just a matter of time before I just mess something up.
I've done a thousand times before but in different circumstances.
Mj turns to me.
"Goodluck-and wear this" she pulls out a black bandana.
I give her a "what the hell is this" look. She can practically hear the scoff hidden beneath my breath.
"Just wear it. Do you really want to risk getting seen."
I give her an annoyed look but end up taking it.
"You know I hate it when you are right sometimes."
She smiles.
"Yeah we'll get use to it."
Night was already drawn. It wasn't completely dark, but it was enough to say I can go out.
I turn my head to the bigger part of the city.
The lights were now brighter and the cars were honking as usual, people walking all over.
I look up at the city buildings.
I mentally prepared myself for my next move.
Taking it all in I turn to a confident Mj.
"Ok well i'm going to go, and I'll see you at school tomorrow." She walks off.
Gripping the bandana I run off to an alleyway putting on the stupid thing around my lower part of my face.
Pulling my hair back I also proceeded to put on my jacket with a hood.
"I can do this," I whisper.
Drawing out my hands I use the poll that was connected to the back part of the building to climb all the way up to the top.
My touch on the cold metal pole stung my bare skin.
It was wet and cold like ice. My boots kept slipping everytime I tried to find a spot to jump on.
Almost there
Climb
Almost there.
Climb
And........
Shit.
It went up all the way up to the half, now it was all free jumping from now.
It can't get any harder I thought.
It's just like the good ole days I thought.
I'm free, I thought.
BULLSHIT!.
I used the edges that were very wedged in the buildings to pretty much climb the rest of the way.
My hands were pierced with the sharp rocks as I continued to climb up.
Almost to the roof I pulled myself over the edge and fell on my stomach.
I'm having Wanda teach me how to fly next. If she can use her "energy" if you will. To pull herself off the ground and fly. I'm having her teach that shit to me.
Brushing off all the dirt that rubbed on me, I walked over to the edge and observed everyone walking.
My breath was a little faster than I would have wanted it to be. But I did just climb that damn thing.
If I was guessing it was about 250 feet?.
I took out my phone from my back pocket and dialed Mj's number.
"Hello?"
"Mj, I need you to check any news outlets, any possible suspictions and threats anywhere."
"On it"
I smile to myself.
"Ok first, we really have to get ear pieces next time were doing this-"
"Mj focus"
"Yeah ok I know.-There's nothing so far but if i'm reading this correct there is usually a lot of bad activity near this one bank in Queens."'
"Why in one area in queens?."
"I'm not sure. But that is a very often area where Spiderman comes and helps..."
Why would it be in that one place there? Sure there are other areas too.
But in that specific part?.
"Ok, I'm headed there. Text me the address"
"Already did."
*ding*
Checking my phone, mj was right. She sent me the address.
I turn back to the call.
" I'm going there now. I'll call you later if--or if shit goes down then you'll see it on the news"
"Yeah well just hope that doesn't happen."
"Exactly. We don't need the city to find out there's a new person who has an odd ability."
With that I ended the call and put my phone back into my pocket.
I checked the address to make sure I can find somewhere I can teleport to.
The building across from the small corner bank has a decent amount of height to block someone from seeing me.
So steeping back I motioned my hands in a circular motion while I thought of the places I desired to go to.
And like that the orange sparks started forming around the pattern I motioned.
Eventually it formed a giant circle, the orange and yellow sparks circling around it. Only now on the other side there was the building across town near the bank.
I stepped forward and now was on top of another building.
The orange sparks that formed a portal were now gone, leaving me on this building alone.
Looking around, it was darker than it was, and the air was a bit colder.
The area isn't as expensive as the area I was in.
Here it was more run down?.
Nothing terrible, but you can tell which one was more taken care of.
In my peripheral vision I could see something moving,
Ducking down I crawled towards the very edge and spied.
Focusing on the pattern that I saw something moving, I saw it again.
Only this time it was a man in a corner store.
He was an older man, maybe in his forties.
The building was small, nothing huge.
The store name was painting red, in bold letters. It read "Delamar's Deli & Grill".
So it was a sandwich shop?. Something beyond those lines I guess.
I have no experience with any stores in general. Never had the opportunity or privilege to get to go or do anything really.
And now with the avengers I'm focused on school and training.
My mind drifts to Strange and Wong.
Where did they end up going?.
I haven't been in contact with them at all. Last time I saw and spoke to them was obviously when I left to live with the Avengers.
My thoughts were interrupted when I saw something move again.
When I checked to see if it was the man, I could see that it wasn't. He was reading a paper and looked to be almost packed to leave.
"What the hell" I say barely audible for anyone to hear.
*step*
I whirl down and pounce on the person that was behind me quickly drawing power into my right hand that was up ready to punch, while my left was pinning whoever it was down.
"Y/N!!"
It was a guy?. Wait-
Because of the dark I couldn't see him very well but the light from my power shined on the figure.
Blue and Red.
"Peter?" I ask.
"H-hi"
Realising I still had him pinned down I got up off him and shook off the remaining sparks from my right hand.
Peter got up.
He was in his spiderman suit, the one Tony Stark made for him.
"What are you doing here!?" We ask at the same time.
"Me!?What are you doing here." He asks, less nervous.
I shifted in my spot.
"What are you wearing?" he asks. Confusion radiating off of him.
It took me a minute to understand what he meant.
My bandana.
Frustrated, I threw it off me.
A few strands from my hair fell out of place, the dirt that was on my hands rubbed off a bit on my cheek.
"Look im out here because i'm technically on the lookout for somebod-a couple of people."
I reason on telling him more. Then again I didn't need to tell him anything.
"Who?"
I rubbed that back of my neck.
"I'm not going to talk about it."
He opened his mouth to say something but I stopped him.
"Yes, I'm allowed to do this."
he opened his mouth again to speak, and again I cut him off.
"If you want to call a mission then by all means go ahead. But I am allowed to do this."
I can see that he didn't have anything else to say since I already answered his main questions.
I couldn't really tell his expression because of his mask.
But because one of my abilities is to feel emotions.
Comes in handy.
If you can tell any emotion, or any change in emotion no matter how fast or how slow.
You can sum it up and make an educated guess on there next motives or if they're lying.
"Your turn"
He cocked his head to the side.
(another sine of confusion)
"Why.Are.You.Here.Too" I say slower to dumb it down for him.
If silence could tell, man.
I could practically see him rolling his eyes.
"I usually patrol around these areas."
I already knew that. But you can never be too sure.
"Ok then." I say shifting again,
Then I remembered one of the reasons why I was here.
"Why is it almost always here?" I ask him to look over at the bank.
"What do you mean?"
He comes to stand next to me to see what I'm staring at.
I scoot farther away from him.
" m- I heard that there is always something off about these areas. Like bank robberies, mugging and other things i'm not going to say."
He shrugs sitting on the edge,
"Bad part of town I guess?"
I nod slowly..
I checked my phone at 8:00pm.
I should probably head back.
But I still want to look around.
"Does something always happen?" I ask, also sitting down. But again not near him.
"Not always, but a few minor things. Nothing big."
Make sense. It doesn't have to be everyday that something bad has to happen.
But it sure as hell feels that way.
"What was it like..." He studies his words before continuing "-before coming to the avengers."
Questions, Questions, Questions.
Everyone asks them.
It comes up in every conversation.
No one needs to know anything about me.
Has it never occurred to anyone that maybe people don't want to talk about it.
The darkest part of my life is the most questioned.
And it's not even the end of it.
I have people looking for me, I have people I need to search for.
" Questions are a unique thing, don't you think?" I chuckle " People ask them all the time. So curious. Questions get answered. Or ignored. But the answers never get lost. They will always reveal themselves."
Its so stupid.
Why am I even talking to him.
It's making it harder and harder to hate him-I mean mildly dislike him.
"Half of science is asking the right questions" He says looking forward. Slouching just a tad.
"That is true. But you don't always get the right answers." I argued.
"And that's why we ask the right questions." He argues back.
" I agree with you-for once. But the question for you is. Did you." I emphasize the word "you"
"Ask the right question?"
He thinks about this which makes me laugh.
"You think about that Peter." I say getting up.
He turns to me. "Does that mean we're on speaking terms?"
Damn. This is what I do for talking.
You ignore someone for months, and the one time you decide to speak to them they automatically think they're your best friend.
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
We both know I'm not going to answer that question.
I turn to leave but not before I look back at him.
" As much as I hate you Peter Parker. I think you did one thing right."
He waits for me to continue, so I do.
" A year ago I almost committed suicide, I couldve died but you "saved" me. And as much as I hate to admit it, I don't believe in coincidences."
I take a breathe
" I'm still not sure if I'm grateful for being alive still. But-" my next words I did not want to utter. " Thank-you.- I guess."
Peter couldn't tell whether that was a complement or an insult.
y/n couldn't either.
Peter looked up to find her but she was no longer there.