This is my gift. My curse. Who am I? I'm Spider-girl.
I'm Phoebe Parker, an American hero in New York.
Currently running from a guy with a water-shitting quirk and his dudes.
Spidey's weaknesses:
Number one: water.
My webs won't work for hell. Kinda like with sand, or wind, or how electricity will just flow through my webs and-- you get what I mean.
Coming back to whatever we were at- oh yes. Running from the waterbender rip-off bitchtits. I've met them, like, at least ten times already? They're your average thieves, but not big enough for Mr. Billionaire in a flying metal suit, or Mr. My-shield-does-not-obey-the-laws-of-physics to notice and lend a *helping hand* to the friendly neighbourhood hero. I'm probably just too cute for them to be around me, to be honest.
Anyways, back to the wall colour of my new room.
"No, but seriously, orange is such a great and fun colour." Katara Wannabe said, shooting a beam of water at Phoebe. The girl dodged, sticking to the wall of the building beside her.
"But my entire room? I am not doing that, dude." She shook her head and aimed a web shot at Wannabe's two other mates, tying them together. "Combo shot, bitches!"
"Well then why did you ask for my opinion if you're not going to listen to me?" He whined, attacking once again.
"Because I'm frigging indecisive! But orange? Dude, hell nah! If I were to ask anyone-" She pointed around the fleeing citizens, dodging the attack, "-none of them would say orange."
"Fine! Go with a plain and boring white, then, for all I care!" Wannabe scoffed with a sarcastic offence-taken look, hitting Phoebe's arm. "But first, you're helping me pick a pet for my girlfriend, Spidey!"
Phoebe paused to snort and pat her arm down, disbelief seeping even through her mask. Or was it her eye lenses that gave her away? "You have a girlfriend? Lmao bet--"
"I told you last Friday! How could you forget? After everything we've been through..."
"Uh..." She looked away awkwardly, trying not to sing 'Last Friday Night' now that he said it. "Sorry man, my bad. Get her a kitten."
"Aw, thanks dude, I'll be off, then!" Wannabe smirked, flashing Phoebe a glimpse of stolen money in his pockets, before surfing away on a wave of water, taking his mates with him.
"Bro what the hell!? I was here to stop you before you rob anyone, you twat!" She called after the thief hastily, only for him to respond with a lazy salute. Which he did with his middle finger. That son of a motherless goat.
Phoebe groaned in annoyance as she swung to the rooftops, taking a moment to sit down and check her phone. Of course, fifteen thousand and one missed calls from Aunt May.
Their plane to Musutafu was tomorrow afternoon, but all Phoebe wanted to do was stay out all day, taking one last chance to have a 'friendly' chat with Katara Wannabe, help out some old Dominican lady (and get churros afterwards), or piss off the Avengers, because why not? But seriously, Captain America's shield doesn't obey the laws of physics for shit, no joke.
"Hello?" She said into the phone, her voice coming out way meeker than she wanted to. Great.
"Phoebe, you have two minutes to get back home before I find you myself, young lady!"
"I knew you missed me, auntie dearest!" Phoebe sing-songed, attempting to dampen out the situation with some terribly-placed-terrible-humour, like she usually did.
"Home. Now." She hissed through the phone before hanging up.
"I wonder if they make churros in Japan..." She hummed to herself, deciding to take one last detour to Mr. Stark before heading home. Oh how she loved to be constantly monitored by him. But not anymore, ha-ha, because by tomorrow night, I'll be out of his reach!
"Mi-ster Staaa-aaark!" Phoebe called out into the hallway, tackling the man into a very forced hug before he could oppose. Why would he even wanna oppose? I'm sure he loves me, just like everyone does *lipbite*
"Jesus, kid, stop being so loud. People are working here." Tony scolded, but put a hand on Phoebe's head nevertheless. He had grown used to the girl, her spontaneous visits, her troublemaking, her over-touchiness, so although he wouldn't admit it, he was a little...disappointed to hear that she was leaving.
"Right, right, sorry," She said sarcastically, "Do you wanna go get some donuts with me?" She asked excitedly, pulling Tony along with her before he could even protest.
The truth was that despite Phoebe hiding behind that cheery personality of hers, she felt sad. She would definitely miss everyone, like Tony, Happy, Ned, MJ (damn, that girl was always such a mood), or the churro lady. But May didn't want Phoebe in so much danger, and for what? In Japan, she'll at least get paid for risking her life. Plus, the crime rate is much lower, so there probably won't be much life-risking to attend to, anyway.
"Man, this is sooo good!" Phoebe swooned over the box of chocolate donuts, half of which she had already devoured, while Mr. Stark bought himself just one donut. And it was a plain one. What the hell was wrong with that guy. "Want one?"
"No thanks, it's all yours." He shook his head, gaze lingering around his pocket for a moment before he reached into it, taking out a box. "Here, this is for you. For...your new start in Japan."
Phoebe blinked curiously at the man before opening the box, revealing a pair of brand-new, of course made by Mr. Stark himself, web-shooters. Man, they looked- "-Awesome! Thanks a lot!" She called out in amazement, immediately putting them on. They fit perfectly. Even if they wouldn't, though, she'd still love them just as much.
"No problem. I increased their web fluid capacity so that you won't have to refill as often. Knowing you, though, you'll probably still use them up in a matter of hours."
"Not true!" She pouted, offended, "I only need to refill them once a day! Or two..."
"That's what you get for swinging around all day long. You better hope that your school in Japan gives you access to the lab,"
"It's a hero school, so of course they will," She huffed discontently, "Hero school. Don't they have better stuff to waste money on than controlling heroes? Or do they have to show off how flashy they are with their low crime rate." Damn, they should've just called Uzui if they wanted to be flashy.
"They do things their way, and we do it our way. I get that you don't like the idea of being kept on a leash, kid, but it's a good learning opportunity for you to gain from,"
Damn your annoyingly grown up and mature and wisdom-full words. "I'll bite that damned leash off, right along with their hands." She took off her web shooters and put them away with the half-threat leaving her mouth. It was true, she really didn't like being monitored or stuff like that, it was, well, annoying.
Tony sighed hopelessly, staring at the girl who finished up her last donut.
"Shit--" Phoebe suddenly jumped when her phone rang.
"Language,"
"Yes sir." She said with a sarcastic salute, answering the call from May on speaker, a sense of dread coming over her. "I was just getting some donuts with Mr. Stark, I'll be home in a minute!"
"You better bring me some too if you don't want to lose a limb or two~"
"R-Right..." She hung up with the threat hanging in the air, stiffly throwing away the empty donut box into the trash can. "I um..."
"Yeah..."
"I'll be right back..."
"Oh, no, I'll be going, then--" Tony said, clearing his throat awkwardly.
"O-oh, alright..."
"Well, I guess this is goodbye-" He froze at the girl's sudden, much-tighter-than-usual hug, which she released before he had time to think about how to react appropriately. She then flashed him a smile, and hurried back into the bakery.
Inside, she watched Tony slowly leave, before ordering a box of Aunt May's favourites, and she, too, left.