Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any of the Marvel characters featured in this 'fanfic'. So now you can't sue me. I do, however, own the character Night Shadow, which I created.
The one sight in New York City that stops people in their tracks is seeing a superhero. It is a once in a lifetime experience, even for those who lived there. Eyes popped and jaws dropped, and people started pointing and gazing at the masked hero like a child looking at playstation games. That was Jamie's same reaction.
As she stepped her foot out of the taxicab she saw people staring, people pointing. She looked up and saw this red and blue blur scaling the wall of a very tall building. She gave a wide smile as she whispered his name, "Spider-Man."
Jamie, as many teenagers, was amazed by superheroes. In their adolescence, they needed someone to look up to. And superheroes were perfect for the job. Jamie was a fifteen year old who adored the secret world of superhumans. And today, her first time in New York City, she got to see one in real life. Of course, all she really had to do was just look in a mirror.
"Come, Jamie!" Her Mother said as they hustled to the theatre. For Jamie's birthday her Mother treated her to a Broadway play, Wicked. Her Mother had been, and frankly, still was, a Wizard of Oz fanatic. It ran in Jamie's blood to adore it as well, since that had been the theme of her first room when she was little.
"Mom, did you see him?" Jamie asked eagerly as some man in a weird vest checked their tickets.
"You bet! Was he amazing or what? It must be so cool to climb up buildings like that."
"He was amazing, wasn't he?" Jamie said, walking into the theatre doors and taking a playbill.
"Well, you are too dear. Wait a second…Aw…Does Jamie have a little superhero crush?"
"Mom!" she snapped, laughing along.
"Look, here's our seats. Good, huh?" Her Mother asked as they sat down.
Jamie nodded. "I can't believe you got orchestra!"
"Only the best for you, sweetie." Her Mother replied, tucking her dark brown hair behind her ear. "I remember when I had hair like yours."
"Until you dyed it blonde to cover up the gray." Jamie giggled.
"Thanks for reminding me that I'm old, Jamie."
"That's my job." Jamie said, smiling.
Jamie and her mother had a very close relationship. They were each other's best friend. Jamie thought that all mothers should be like hers.
The curtain rose shortly after, and the singing began. Although her Mother was completely captivated, all Jamie could think about was that one vision of Spider-Man. He was so graceful and powerful…he was amazing. She finally decided that after the show she just had to find him.
And with her Mother knowing about, well, her secret, that wouldn't be as difficult as it seemed. The hard thing was that her Mother was very overprotective. She might not let her change into Night Shadow…but she was fifteen now! She was responsible. Not responsible enough to take out the trash and make her bed all the time, but responsible enough to be a superhero. Plus, other people did it, so how hard could it be?