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1. I don't own anything but my OCs and the plot line.
2. Reviews are highly appreciated. Constructive criticism please, no bashing. I will shout out a reviewer each chapter.
3. Please know I am more familiar with DC, if something about Marvel is off, please feel free to tell me.
4. Sorry if I switch P.O.V. too much.
5. Enjoy!
[Peter P.O.V.]
I swing back to the apartment. It isn't late enough for May to worry yet, but still a part of me wants her to not be home. Save myself another lecture about doing what is right. If only she knew what I do. She'd freak, but she'd realize I'm doing what is right. I take the next right, flying around the corner to be met by flames and sirens.
Jumping into the action, I can't help but choke back a cry when I see it's my apartment that's on fire. I approach a nearby police officer, who is blinking his eyes, like he's not believing what he's seeing.
"How can I help?" I ask urgently.
"You're Spiderman!" He says. "Oh, um, we don't know if anybody was in the building. The firefighters haven't recovered anyone yet." He says, regaining composure.
That's when I see May's car. She's inside the burning building.
"Spiderman?" The cop asks. I slow my breathing down.
"I'll go look." I say, swinging up towards the flames, dreading the answer. I land on a slightly charred windowsill, and move in. And that's when I see her body.
"May!" I cry, crouching next to her. But she's already gone.
[3rd person P.O.V.]
Drasthi walks by the abandoned apartment. There was a fire in it a few weeks ago. She couldn't see it, due to her blindness, but she went by afterwards, after the cops, firefighters, and the people went away, and she could still feel heat coming off the building. She stops at the door. And that's when the boy comes.
"What are you doing here?" He asks.
"I, I was, I was just walking." Drasthi stumbles.
[Peter P.O.V.]
I can see she's blind, and probably homeless, like me. She looks about 14 or 15, and has long, dark hair.
"Oh, I used to live here." I say.
"You were in the fire?" She asks.
"How do you know about the fire?" I ask quickly, a little too quickly.
"I walk here a lot." She says quietly, and then adds, "You're homeless now, aren't you?" I nod, forgetting she can't see. She's already seen through my lies to everyone else. "Come with me." It's not a question, it's a command. But I'm not objecting. She's probably a seasoned homeless person based on the way she acts, and I'm not refusing any tips in my situation.
[Drasthi P.O.V.]
"By the way, what's your name? I'm Peter Parker." He says after we start walking.
"Drasthi," I say quietly, hoping he won't recognize the name. I can't see him, but I know he's confused about my last name.
"You got a last name?" He asks.
"No." I return, leading him towards an alley.
"Why should I trust you?" He suddenly inquires.
"Because I'm trying to help you." I say.
"Thank you," Peter starts. "But I don't need your help."
"I understand," I say, "But this alleyway is where the box company throws out excess cardboard, and you can use it in the case of bad weather." I say, walking into the alley and leaving Peter behind.
[Peter P.O.V.]
I guess I was a little harsh, but the one thing I know about street life is you can't trust anyone. She's blind, definitely unable to harm me. I turn around it take her up on her offer, but she's already gone.
[Tony P.O.V.]
"Hey, Tony! Your little spider kid's on the news!" Clint calls out from the living room. I join the rest of them on the couch; Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bruce, and Thor. The news is on, featuring a segment on Spiderman.
"It seems our friendly neighborhood Spiderman is taking a well deserved break. Although, with his absence, crime has spiked in Queens. He was last seen helping out with a fire." The reporter reports. The screen flashes to a picture of Spiderman standing, talking to a cop in front of a burning building.
"Hey, that's his house," Tony says, confused.
"You mean his house burnt?" Natasha asks.
"So, where's he and his aunt staying?" Steve asks as the screen shows the abandoned house.
"One body was recovered from the fire, May Parker." The reporter says, and Tony picks up his phone, leaving the room.
[Peter P.O.V.]
My phone is at it's last 19%. I really need to find a place to charge it. Just as I set it down on the cold, cemented sidewalk, it rings. Snatching it back up, I see the one person I hope doesn't find out about my situation.
Tony.
"Uh, hello, Mr. Stark," I say, trying to clear any traces of emotion from my voice. I've been thinking about May a lot, and it's not helping.
"Hey, kid, you're ok? I saw about the fire on the news." He says.
"Oh. I'm fine." I say.
"Peter, you can stay with us." Tony offers.
"No, me and May are in a hotel for now." I say, weaving up a story to back up my lie.
"Peter. Don't lie to me. It was on the news too." That's when I break down.
"I miss her, Mr. Stark, and I wasn't home on time, I could've-"
"You'd be dead too." Tony says. "I'll be there in a minute."
5 minutes later, Tony pulls up. It's just now I realize how much of a mess I am. Homeless for a week, and crying in the street. Tony doesn't seem to care, hugging me, helping me into the expensive car, and driving me to his home.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I don't want to be a problem." I apologize, looking down.
"What do you want to be then? Homeless?"
"Other homeless people give me tips."
"Peter, you have a home here. Besides, who wouldn't want to live with the Avengers?" Tony says, leading the way off the elevators.
"What?" I ask, following him out only to see all of my idols.
"Guys, Peter. Peter, guys." Tony says briefly.
"Hey kid!" Clint says in greeting.
"Hi." Natasha says.
"Greetings." Thor booms.
"Hello." Bruce says, looking up from a book.
"Hi, Peter." Steve says.
"Um, hi." I say awkwardly.
"Well, that's settled. Let's get you to your room!" Tony shouts, pulling me away as I manage to give a small wave of parting to the Avengers.
"Mr. Stark-"
"Tony."
"Ok. Tony, this is too much." I say, looking around the huge room.
"Well, all the Avengers each have their own floor. Would you like that instead?"
"No, this is awesome. Thank you." I say quickly.
"Well then, any questions?" Tony asks.
"Uh, can I go out as Spiderman? I haven't been out in awhile." I ask, looking at the small backpack with the only stuff I have inside of it. The suit and my phone, and probably a couple $1 bills floating around.
"Sure thing kid. Just be back by 2:00." Tony relents.
"Thanks, Tony."
"Anytime."
I swing out into the open air of NYC. So far, it's only midnight, and I already stopped 3 muggings, 2 robberies, and 4 car thefts. Swinging around another corner, I hear what sounds like some drug dealing. Crouching low, and staying hidden in the shadows, I watch. I'm about to swing in when something else happens. A masked figure appears out of nowhere. They wear a thick black hoodie and some black cargo pants, blending in with the shadows, all except some sturdy dark brown and navy blue duck boots.
"Karen, start log." Karen begins recording as I take mental notes on this hero. They jump from place to place in a blink.
"Teleportation recognized." Karen tells me.
"Yeah, and they do it fast." I add.
"You thought you could get away with this?" The hero asks in a deep, baritone voice, taking a gun from the thug and disarming it.
"Well, naturally, Vorty, we thought you disappeared for good last time." One of the thugs calls out. Within a matter of a few seconds, with a few quick jumps her and there, the 'Vorty' guy has all the thugs handcuffed to their truck. Vorty pulls out a phone, and dialing 911, jumps out of there in a streak.
I head back to Stark tower after the cops arrive, too lost in thought to fight crime. I jump through a window, only to be met with all the Avengers.
"You're back early." Tony comments, making room for me on the couch. All of the Avengers are intently watching one of the Star Wars sagas.
"Yeah," I say, still thinking about Vorty. "I met a new hero tonight."
Nobody cares about the movie anymore, and JARVIS pauses it.
"Please explain." Natasha demands.
"Um, well I was gonna stop a drug deal, but then, he stopped it first." I say sheepishly.
"So, what are his powers?" Steve asks.
"Teleportation." I respond. This attracts Bruce's attention.
"Teleportation." He says, thinking.
"I got Karen to record it, you guys wanna see it?"
We all watch the recording, and Clint pauses it when we get a good view of Vorty's face. JARVIS immediately runs a scan.
"Not much I can tell you." Jarvis says. "Identity remains unknown, though several theories are available on the internet. Top stories include that the suspect known as Vorty moved towns. Vorty used to be a hero in Saskatoon. Fans divulge Vorty stops drugs and followed the trail of drugs down to New York." JARVIS reports.
"Thank you JARVIS." Steve says, always polite.
"No problem." JARVIS responds.
"Vorty's powers are unlike anything I have seen." Bruce speculates. "I conclude the teleportation did not come naturally." Bruce decides.
"Then how did this being come to bend time and space?" Thor booms.
"Experimentally." Natasha decides.
"I'm with her on this one," Tony says.
"But who would be experimenting with teleportation?" I ask.
"Maybe it was an accident." Steve puts in.
"Accident or not, it's still really cool." Bruce says.
"Accident or not, if Vorty gets on our side, that'd be really cool." I say. I get some strange looks.
"I agree with the kid." Clint says. "Plus, we don't want Vorty on our wrong side. With teleportation, our lives would become hell."
[3rd person P.O.V.] 10 years ago.
Drasthi looks around. She doesn't recognize this place. Where are her siblings? Wasn't she at the foster home? A man enters, and Drasthi realizes she's restrained.
"Where I am!" She shouts, glaring at the man.
"Don't worry child," He says as he turns around. "You'll be fine." He says, smiling evilly, injecting cold poison into Drasthi's arm. The next time she wakes up, she can't see a thing, the last image she saw, a man, smiling evilly, forever stuck in her head.
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