SPIDER-MAN FANFICTION

CHAPTER ONE

I knew someone was following me. They had been following me since I left the tour at the old Avengers tower. I could occasionally hear their footsteps, almost silent against the damp New York pavement.

I suddenly took a turn down a filthy looking alley and, as expected the footsteps followed me. I mentally groaned and turned another corner, then stopped. I slid my hand into my sleeve, feeling the small almost needle thin knife there. I waited for the footsteps to turn the corner.

"You know, it's not polite to stalk people." I said.

"Well, I wasn't exactly stalking you." A muffled voice came from behind me. Whoever it was, they were definitely not an adult. I turned around slowly to see a figure leaning against the wall. It was obviously a boy, with the broad shoulders and muscles showing through the sleeves of his shirt. I couldn't really see him that well, but I knew his general outline. The figure let out a chuckle. "You know, it's not polite to stare."

I ignored him. "Why are you following me?"

"Why do you want to know?" He shot back, pointing at me. I rolled my eyes.

"I asked first."

He held up both hands. "Hey, I'm just teasing you. I'm following you because," He stepped into the light and I let out a small gasp, "I need your help."

Spider-Man stood in front of me, his head cocked to the side. He was definitely taller than I thought he actually was, and more muscular. His eyes or whatever did this weird focusing thing and I suddenly felt very exposed.

"Why do you need my help?" I muttered.

"Because I know who you are and," Before he could finish his sentence, I launched myself at him and pressed my knife against his neck. I shoved him against the wall, a snarl on my lips. Surprisingly, he did nothing to fight back.

"How do you know what I am?" I growled, putting more pressure on the small blade.

"I've seen you before. I've been watching you." He said slowly, trying not to swallow. I let out a dark chuckle and looked down at the knife in my hand.

"For that, I should stab this right through your pretty little head right now." I taunted. I could almost smell his fear.

"Listen, we're both just kids with weird powers. Can you not try to kill me with your ninja knife?" He pleaded. I laughed.

"Why do I not believe you?" Spidey let out a groan.

"Okay, if I can prove it to you, will you not kill me?" He asked. I thought for a moment then nodded. I stepped back and Spidey raised his hands to his mask. In one swift movement, he whipped it off and instantly put his head down.

I took a step forward and put my hand under Spider-Man's chin. It was very smooth, giving me another reason to believe he wasn't an adult. He shivered at the touch of my cold hand. I slowly raised his head and our eyes met.

He was very handsome, for one. His hair was a pretty reddish brown color and it was currently all messed up from the mask. His eyes looked to be hazel and when he gave me a smile, they crinkled at the corners. I felt my lips curve into a smile and he grinned.

"See, I'm not a liar." He said.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Peter. What's yours?"

"Margot. I'm assuming you already knew that." I muttered. Peter chuckled and shrugged.

"Actually I didn't." He said. Suddenly, Peter threw his mask back on and pulled me into the shadows with him. I opened my mouth to let out a protest, but he slapped his hand over my mouth. We were squeezed into a crevice in the wall and I was very close to him. Then I had an idea.

"Peter." I whispered. His mask eyes focused on me and I knew he was listening. "Take my jacket." I shrugged my oversized army jacket off my shoulders and handed it to him. He slid it on and it covered his costume top pretty well. I reached up and pulled his mask off and stuffed it in my back pocket. "Now kiss me."

His hazel eyes went big. "What?!" He hissed.

"Just do it. Most people will go away." I whispered back. He gave me a deer in the headlights look. "God dammit Peter." I muttered and put my hand on the back of his neck. He sighed and grabbed my waist and I pulled his lips down to mine.

He let out a noise of surprise and I almost smiled. The person walking past did glance over at us and let out a noise of disgust.

Once the person was gone, I pulled away. Peter's face was bright red, which made me laugh to myself. He silently gave me back my jacket and pulled his mask on. Together, we stepped out of the alley and Peter cleared his throat.

"Can we get back to why I'm here?" He mumbled. I could tell he was embarrassed.

"Please, enlighten me." I said.

"A few days ago, I heard a rumor that S.H.I.E.L.D. is on its way back. I went to investigate and I found out that they are forming an Avengers training program in upstate New York." He explained.

"So this is a recruitment mission?" I asked. Peter nodded.

"I've been talking to Tony Stark and he is willing to keep me in the shadows for the time being. I thought I would reach out to the other heroes in Manhattan and see if they wanted in."

"So Tony Stark wants to create a branch of heroes that no one else knows about and you want to know if I'm interested?" I tapped my chin. "How secret is this little operation?"

"As of right now, it's just you, me, and Tony. So are you in?" Peter crossed his arms. I thought for a moment.

"Fine. But, if I find out that this is a complete waste of my time, I'm out. Got it?" I poked his chest. Peter nodded. I stepped away, a flirty smirk on my face.

"So Spidey, how exactly do those webs work?" I asked. He laughed.

"You wanna see it in action?" He offered.

"Hell yeah." I replied. Peter pulled me into his arms and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He raised his arm and suddenly we were yanked towards the building in front of us.

I let out a squeal and Spidey laughed. He swung between buildings and cars, me holding on for dear life the whole time.

Finally, I pointed out my house and he set me down on the roof. I stumbled a bit, then regained my balance. Peter stood behind me, hands behind his back. He looked like a little kid, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. I smirked.

"Are you always this awkward?" I asked. Peter stopped rocking and looked down at his feet. If he wasn't wearing the mask, he'd be blushing. "When am I to report to upstate New York?"

"I'll get you tomorrow. Meet me in front of the red stairs in Times Square at 10:30 in the morning." He said. I nodded and let out a small wave and he waved back. Peter then took a running start and lept off the edge of the roof. I watched the red and blue figure swing away, a smile creeping onto my lips.

As soon as he was out of sight, I ran down the stairs to the 7th floor. My family had an apartment on the 10th floor, but I kept all of my stuff in the abandoned 7th floor. I removed my right earring and walked over to room 788. The key hanging from the hoop looked like a decoration, but it was actually the key to my base.

I shoved open the old door and stepped into the darkness. I quietly shut it behind me and felt along the wall for the light switch. When my fingers brushed the familiar waxy plastic, I shut my eyes and let the fuzzy feeling roll over me. I opened my eyes and the veins in my hands were a neon blue color. I knew that the rest of my body looked the same way, complete with neon blue eyes.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on and I smiled. Controlling electric currents and being able to create electricity had its perks. I removed my hand from the light switch and walked over to my trunk.

After the building decided to abandon its 7th floor because of a mass murder that happened on it, they started using it as a place to put crap. Every room was a storage room except room 788. That was where the people were murdered and no one wanted to go in there. Well, except me of course. I wasn't bothered.

I opened the trunk and pulled out my costume. I changed out of my street clothes and threw my crap on the couch. I slid on the black Kevlar lined spandex and then pulled on my neon blue belt, thigh holster, and boots. I lined my eyes in thick black liner and put my hair up into a ponytail. Then came my favorite part: the mask. It came in two parts; the neon blue part covered my mouth and nose like a ninja and the goggles naturally covered my eyes.

I grabbed my wrist cuffs and fastened them on, then flicked my wrists. The cuffs exploded in a blue light and it looked like I had claws made of electricity.

I opened my window and stared into the night. Thanks to the electric frequencies in the atmosphere, I could fly. I took a deep breath and lept into the night.

Spark was on the hunt.