Oh my goodness I am so happy to finally be back with a new story! I've had this in my mind now for months but I couldn't get the right beginning. I literally wrote about fifteen different drafts.
And I've finally found one that I'm happy with! Yay!
So just to be clear, this story will focus on Iron Fist, with an alternation of POVS between him and Peter. Enjoy!
"Since when are we the firefighters around here?" Nova joked, flying above the other heroes.
"Shut up Nova," White Tiger sighed. She turned to look up at Peter, who was swinging up ahead. "How much longer?"
"We should be almost there!" Peter glanced at his communicator, which had an address displayed. He bit his lip under his mask.
Just five minutes before, Fury had called them with a house fire mission. It was odd for Fury, and Peter wondered just what they were getting into.
But saving people was what they did best, and a fire definitely wasn't something to be overlooked. They rounded a corner and were hit by waves of screaming.
"Nova! Fly ahead and report back!" Peter yelled, snapping into 'leader' mode.
"On it!" Nova zoomed past, heading towards the screams. Peter spotted a few people running around, shrieking into their cellphones.
Yep. Must be close.
His thought was reinforced by Nova, who was already back.
"It's just around that building, and it's huge," He said, hovering in front of Peter.
"Is anyone else there? Police? Firefighters?"
"Not yet, but I saw some heading over. They'll be here in a few minutes."
"Okay then le-" Peter paused as their target came into view. It was a small apartment building, tucked into a back street. Red and yellow flames danced in its windows and balconies. Several very distressed people were outside, most of them wearing their pajamas.
They looked fairly unhurt, but Peter felt his heart quicken anyway. He dropped down onto the pavement, running into the crowd.
"Hey! HEY! Is anyone still in there!" He roared. His team rushed past, crashing into the building.
The people were all too panicked to even realize that Spiderman was standing in front of them.
"HEY LISTEN! Is anyone in there?"
An old couple broke through the crowd.
"Our neighbors, we don't see them! They have a kid!" The woman cried.
"Third floor, 7b!" Her husband added.
"Thank you," Peter leaped into the air. He smoothened his body into a line, crashing through a third floor window. The heat was immediate. Broken ceiling and rubble fell down everywhere.
He searched the apartment. Empty. Coughing and choking, Peter barreled out into the hallway with a flutter of dread.
Good, the room he'd searched was 6b. Wrong room.
But there was no time for relief! He stormed into the next apartment, 7b.
Flames licked the fabric of his costume. He slapped them away, holding his breath.
"Hey, if anyone is in here you need to get out. Say something!" Peter called.
"Spiderman?" Someone asked. Peter rushed forwards to find Iron Fist frantically throwing aside debris.
"Fist?"
"Help me," Iron Fist said, "There's someone here!"
With a start, Peter began clearing away the fallen timbers.
"Hey are you okay?" He asked. "There's a lot of smoke in here."
"Of course Spider, I'm fine. I know how to hold my breath."
Peter nodded, surprised at how well the zen hero was faring without anything to cover his nose and mouth.
They kept digging until a face appeared. Then a body.
It was a boy, maybe ten or eleven years old. His eyes were closed tightly.
No...
"Iron Fist take him outside. I'll search the rest of the floor and meet you there," Peter ordered. Iron Fist nodded, grabbing the boy and running out.
Peter kept looking until he was woozy and weak. But the floor was clear.
"Yo Webs!" Nova came into view, hovering outside a window, "Come on out. We cleared the building."
"Good," Peter mumbled, pushing himself out of the opening and allowing Nova to catch him.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Peter said as they touched down. Police cars and fire trucks were parked around the perimeter, and the sounds of an approaching ambulance were ringing out over the chaos.
Peter looked to see his teammates standing around covered in soot and ash. Iron Fist was sitting on the floor, moving his glowing hand along the kid's body.
"How is he?" Peter asked.
"He is alive. But just barely."
"Hey," White Tiger put her hand on Peter's shoulder, "Did you two find the boy's parents?"
"No, it was just him," Peter said. They both stared at the kid. He looked Asian, maybe Chinese, with short black bangs that stopped just before his eyebrows.
"He'll be fine," Tiger assured, "The ambulance is almost here."
Kids and adults everywhere were storming the police officers, asking questions and yelling incoherent thoughts.
"How did this happen?" A distraught teenage girl yelled.
"Well Miss, it looks so far like an electrical fire," An officer said stoically.
Peter's head snapped up. Electrical fire?
I wonder...
As if summoned by his thoughts, a voice manifested through the flames.
"Hello citizens! Miss me?" Electro shot from the burning building, grinning ear to ear.
"Not him again," Powerman groaned.
"Yeah, I'm really getting tired of this guy!" Nova added.
"What do you want Electro?" Peter snarled.
"Me? Oh, I just want to have a little fun!" Electro dived down, aiming a punch at Peter.
Spidey sen— too late!
The punch connected, sending Peter flying through the air. Powerman and Iron Fist traded places, leaving Powerman to guard the kid while Fist fought.
People were running everywhere, and the police began firing.
"Hey! Stop that or you're gonna get us all killed!" Tiger growled at them. She and Peter dived into the fray. Peter knew they needed to overwhelm the villain, and he fired shock webs over and over while Tiger activated her shocking claws.
Iron Fist's hands glowed bright yellow.
"Kii-yah!" He yelled, smashing his fist into Electro. It was surprisingly effective, and the villain flew backwards.
Peter kicked off of the ground, flipping in the air and tossing a web net over him. He fired it up, shocking the villain until his blue form was unstable.
But at the last second he broke free, lurching towards Iron Fist and Powerman.
"Look out!" Peter called, but it was redundant. Iron Fist seemed to posses a similar ability to Peter's Spidey Sense, and turned around just in time.
He lit his fists, but it was off somehow. Peter stared as the teen delivered the final blow to Electro.
Wait a second, was Iron Fist's Chi always that color?
Peter blinked, now knowing what was off. One of Iron Fist's hands was glowing a bright red while the other was the usual yellow. But it was over as soon as it began, and Electro was finally down.
Everyone caught their breath, checking themselves for any injuries.
"Hey, guys!" Powerman called. "Come here!"
Peter and the others walked over to sit around Powerman and the kid, who was sitting up with wide eyes.
"He woke up during the fight but he won't say anything," Powerman explained.
"Well the ambulance is here, maybe they c—" Nova was cut off when the kid began screaming.
"What's happening?!" Peter cried.
"I don't know!" Powerman yelled, covering his ears. The kid raised his hand, trembling. He was pointing.
Pointing at Iron Fist.
"Y-you!" The kid finally whispered.
"You're the devil king."
Okay that's a wrap! Tell me what you think in the reviews!
Wolf Out...