Hello all and welcome to my new story! I have had this idea brewing for awhile and after sending out some feelers on tumblr, I decided to let this all come to life!
It's going to be a post Gwen story so I'm sorry for all you Gwen lovers that she isn't in it! I love her character too but I've wanted to write an OC for Peter for awhile.
All right, so, without further ado, here's the prologue for Need a Hand?
The best kind of promise is one that cannot be kept.
No one ever thinks of the consequences that can come from it though. It was something Peter Parker never thought would happen so soon; so fast.
Gwen Stacy was dead. Justice prevailed but at what price?
Peter Parker stood in front of the grey headstone baring the name 'Gwen Stacy'; unshed tears glistening in his eyes. It had become a routine for him, visiting where she rested in the early evening, right before the sunset, so he couldn't be bothered. Peter tried to keep functioning but what was the point of living if she wasn't there? What was the point of him being Spider-man if he didn't have her to share it with?
He had hung up the role of Spider-man for now. It hurt too much to put that suit on. It only reminded him of what had happened when he last wore it. New York could fight for itself for the time being. It had been functioning fine before he showed up on the scene and it could do it again.
White spirals of smoke came from his mouth as Peter exhaled harshly. Pulling his jacket tighter around his body, he rested the white rose he was twirling in his fingers on the ground at the foot of the headstone.
"I miss you." He whispered into the wind before turning his back on the grave, a lone tear trailing down his face.
Peter decided to take the long way back to Aunt May's, where he had been staying to feel less lonely. The sharp sound of sirens flooded his ears as he walked down the street. Peter ducked into an alleyway and proceeded to climb up the side of a reasonably tall building to see what all the commotion was about. Even though he wasn't performing his heroic duties, Peter still watched what happened in the city when he was around.
The street had been blocked further up the road from traffic as a man held a gun to a young woman's head, demanding a ransom for the hostage. The police had barricaded him so he had nowhere to run but the gun was a threat and they didn't need another life taken due to petty criminals.
Suddenly the whistling sound of an arrow flying threw the air cause Peter to turn and look up to the nearby building. The silhouette of a woman was visible; bow in hand, dark hair fluttering in the wind. Peter followed the path the arrows had taken and saw they had succeeding in two things: safely ridding the man of the gun, letting it dangle from an arrow that had pierced a nearby van and freeing the hostage due to an arrow, that once attached to a point, shoots out a rope to disable a person. The police were baffled as to who the archer was. Immediately after the capture, a single solid silver arrow was shot down at the ground as a calling card. Shouts of "look up!" and "over there!" could be heard through the crowds of people. They could see the same thing Peter could see, the figure of a woman with a spotlight behind her.
Peter was stunned by the whole spectacle. The woman lowered her bow and turned her head, letting the light flash off of a silver mask, hiding her identity.
Satisfied with her job, she notched another arrow and aimed it at a high building. Once fired towards its destination, the arrowhead broke into three parts, turning into a grappling hook. Tugging the rope left behind, the young woman presses a button on her bow and is pulled up through the air, out of sight.
Peter turns his gaze back down at the single silver arrow still stuck in the ground. He could only think one thing, who was that woman?