A/N: I knew there wouldn't be much interest in this weird mix when I started it, but the lack of response still kinda bums me out. Ah, whatever, the show will go on!
When I woke I cracked my eyes open and death glared my alarm clock. Damn thing wouldn't shut up. I smashed my hand down on the snooze button and earned silence. I dragged myself out of bed and forced myself towards my bathroom. I pushed open the door and walked over to the sink, wrinkling my nose at the rust stains I had been meaning to get rid of but there never seemed to be enough time in my schedule. I turned on the tap, making sure it was cold, before splashing the water on my face to help wake myself up. I then looked in the mirror, fingering my pastel pink hair subconsciously as I stared at my reflection.
I had never been particularly fond of my hair, it being the cause of constant teasing through my younger years, but I had grown to appreciate its uniqueness over the years. The only problem it gave me was the difficulty to go unnoticed or hide with it. It was like a neon sign screaming my position at all times. I peeled off my suit, noting I'd need to patch it up later, before stepping out of my underwear and chest wrappings and into the shower. I turned on the water and hissed as it rained down on my injuries, especially my side.
After twenty minutes of fighting against the needs to flee from the col water I climbed out and dried off. Wrapped in only my towel I walked into my room to get dressed and I noticed something had been slipped under the front door. I walked over and snatched the paper up off the floor.
"This is 1 week advance notice of eviction for failure to keep up with the financial agreement of this building."
I stopped reading there, balling up the paper and tossing it into the trash. It frustrated me getting those every couple months since I always came through with the cash, even if it was a little late. I had money, my parent's inheritance had been quite the pretty penny, but with everything going on in my life between patients and criminals my rent was always the last thing on my list. I dressed in a pair of black pump heels, a black pencil skirt, and a white blouse with my doctor's coat over before grabbing the rent money and leaving. Usually my coat was at work, but lately work had been following me home with all the special cases I had been given because of my medical skills.
On my way through the hallway to the stairs I saw Sam, my tenant. I handed him the cash and with a smile announced, "You can't get rid of me that easily."
After work I came home exhausted, glad to have not heard anything over the police radio during the day. It was always difficult to leave a patient and it was extremely hard to explain my sudden leave to my boss, Tsunade. She was a kind woman, though she drank a lot and had a horrible temper, and let it slide since I never left during surgeries or anything important. Truth was, during all surgeries I left my radio outside the room and was a nervous wreck, freaking myself out about whether there had been any criminal activity since I'd begun.
I dropped my keys and bag on the table beside the front door and peeled off my work clothes leaving me in my underwear and bra. I crawled up on my bed and laid my head on my pillow, a soft sigh slipping through my lips as I relaxed for the first time in days. I then decided to set to work sewing up my suit so it would be ready when I needed it.
After finishing that task I'd laid back on my pillow and I was just dozing off when my police radio announced a man with a hostage on top of...my apartment building?
I leapt into action, throwing off my tank top, binding my chest, and pulling on my suit. I threw open my window and immediately latched onto the wall, scaling towards the roof. When I heard the screams of, "It's Spiderman!" from below I knew there was already a crowd gathered making my job more difficult. They were just supplying more possible hostages for this guy if things moved towards the street and he disposed of his current one. As I got higher on the 24 floor building I spotted him, holding a somewhat overweight blonde woman in a pantsuit who looked absolutely terrified. He was holding her by her waist, letting her dangle over the edge of the building with her heeled shoes only touching air, as he pressed a handgun to her temple.
He glanced down, noticing me, and a feral grin spread across his face. I didn't recognize him from anywhere, most criminal performing like this having done something before, and his thick red hair made him stand out. He was a tall, well built man and I knew I may not win against him in the strength or size department, but hopefully I was more agile. He shook the woman, his feet shifting towards the edge of the building's ledge he stood on.
"I see our city's legendary hero has shown up, finally." I didn't understand the finally at the end, like he'd been waiting just for me to show up, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. He grinned, suddenly letting the woman go. She began to plummet towards the ground and I reacted quickly, leaping from the building to grab her and throw a web onto the building across the street and then another onto my building when she clutched me tightly. Despite my webs, we were still falling quickly and from the extra weight my webs were being strained to the point of possibly snapping. I made a split decision and attached the webs to the woman and wrapped her in several more webs to make sure she didn't slip before jumping away from her so it wouldn't be the weight of both of us.
Immediately her descent slowed and she reached the ground safely, but mine was sped up. I landed on a car parked on the street below with a bellowing crunch and arched my back from the pain. I pushed myself up to a kneeling position and after several deep breathes I shot webs up on my building and began scaling the building as fast as I could to apprehend the criminal. He was no longer on the ledge when I swung up onto the roof and I looked around warily, holding my searing side.
"You don't look too well." I spun around to find the red head from earlier standing in the doorway of the rooftop entrance. He was grinning and stalked towards me quickly as my vision became distorted from the pain. I'd already decided I probably had at least a cracked rib or two from my fall and my body-already exhausted from stress, injuries, and overwork-was probably going to fall into unconsciousness so I could heal, but I didn't have time for that.
I fought the darkness closing in on my vision as he neared, staggering slightly. "What the hell was with dropping that woman off the building?" I snarled, furious at his arrogant act.
"I wanted to see what you would do and you sure didn't disappoint. I wasn't sure your webs could hold you two up, and obviously I was right, but I didn't know you'd go as far as to let her get to safety while you fell to your possible death. Bravo." When he began clapping, that was too much for me. I lunged at him, but was quickly falling towards the ground. He managed to shock when he moved forwards and caught me my placing his hands on my waist and setting my head against his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I mumbled, suddenly feeling so tired.
"Can't a fan help his hero out?" And then he was pulling me up into a bridal carry, lifting my limp body up and heading towards the rooftop entrance with me in his arms. I wanted to tell him to stop, shove him away from me and beat the jerk senseless, but I was so tired. As he started walking down the stairs it was almost like he was careful not to jostle me because my side didn't hurt.
I faded out of consciousness for a couple minutes and when I came to Gaara was setting me down on my bed. He then reached for my suit and I found the strength to swat him away, earning myself an amused smile from the gorgeous red head. My thoughts of his appearance would torment me later. He put his hands up in a defensive position and just continued to smirk before haughtily announcing, "It's alright, I already know you aren't Spiderman."
With that he leaned forward pecked me on the lips and then stood up and walked out of my apartment calling over his shoulder, "Until we meet again."