What the hell just happened?
I paced the rooftop. Back and forth, back and forth, again and again. I tried to wrap my head around what just happened, but I just couldn't understand it. I mean, how the hell do you end up in a world where there is a Spiderman!
After hours of my frantic pacing, reality finally slapped me in the face. Oh my god, I'm in a world where Spiderman exists! I froze in my tracks. I didn't know whether to be excited or scared. Excited because, hell, who wouldn't want superheroes to exist! But scared because I didn't know what this meant for me. Do I just continue with my less than average life, or am I supposed to do something? I mean, I must have come here for some reason, right? My question invoked more thinking, and in no time at all I was back to walking across the roof, back and forth.
My feet burned by the time I decided to stop moving. I was too wound up from the events today and it was hard to relax. I bet I'm gonna have a great time falling asleep tonight, I thought sarcastically.
The moon shined in the sky, and for a moment, I pretended that my reality hadn't changed; I denied the fact that my life would never be the same again. I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentle breeze, my thoughts actually flowing to a stop for a moment, allowing me this moment of peace. However, of course, all good things must come to an end. But why did it have to be this good moment?
I heard the twanging of something strange and the softest landing of a human body behind me. Of course, of course! The universe just doesn't want to give me one second of tranquility! I huffed out an angry breath, but calmed myself before turning around to face my company.
Ladies and gentleman, your one and only, friendly neighborhood Spiderman! I'm sure even he could hear how loud my sarcastic thought was. But I have to admit, the suit was awesome! Stark really did outdo himself.
I kept my analytical gaze on the boy, my amazing detective skills at work. Alright, he has the Stark suit, so it is either during Homecoming or right after it. I nodded to myself, satisfied at my quick observation and assumption.
Then I realized that Spiderman looked at me oddly. My eyes widened and I crossed my arms across my chest defensively. God, I must have looked stupid just staring at him. Oh shoot, he just asked me a question!
"Umm, mind repeated that for me?" Even with the mask on, I could tell he gave me an unimpressed look.
"I was just asking if you were alright? You are a young lady out at night on a roof, and earlier in the day you were quite the spectacle. So are you okay?" I softened a bit when I heard the concern present in his voice. The funny, fake voice he used, but it was still cute despite that. It helped when I knew who he was underneath the mask.
"I'm fine, thank you very much," I replied simply. All I got was a curt head nod, and then a pointed look a my feet.
"And, uh, you do realize your feet are on fire, ma'am?" His fake voice broke at the end of his question a bit. I looked at him confused.
"I think I would know if my feet were-shit!" My feet were actually on fire! I stomped my feet frantically, hoping beyond all hope it would go out. It didn't.
"Spidey, do something!" I screeched at him. I was running all over the roof now. I bet I looked pretty comical.
"I don't know what to do!" he roared back at me in between his fits of laughter. Guess I did look pretty hilarious.
I stopped for a brief moment in front of him. "Shoot my feet with your webs, Peter! You idiot!" I yelled. Bent over in laughter, he still managed to weakly point his hand towards my feet, and soon the iconic webs covered my shoes, and most importantly, the fire.
I let out a relieved breath. But I immediately perked up as I realized two things. One: my feet just caught on fire with no reason whatsoever. And two: I just called Spiderman Peter. Shit! My mind just went blank for one second while I panicked! Maybe he didn't notice?
I slowly glanced up from my webbed feet, and peeked at the boy from underneath my lashes. It seemed like he was just recovering from his oh so comical laugh session, and hopefully that meant a little forgetfulness. I gave him a small, hesitant smile.
"Sorry about that," I chuckled, "don't suppose you can get these off sooner, or do I have to wait the full two hours?" In perspective it was a simple, honest question, so I had no clue why that would get him to straighten up and narrow his mechanical bug eyes at me.
"How do you know they take 2 hours to dissolve?" he asked. My brain clicked as I realized my small mistake.
I quickly blurted out, "I heard it from one of your fan group!" Eh, maybe it was a bit too fast. Spiderman still looked at me suspiciously, and I tried to nonchalantly retain any of my nervous ticks. I stood still, enduring his intense stare.
Luckily, he didn't press the issue, and he soon prepared his leave.
"Alright then, I'll be heading off if I don't need to put out any more fires." He gave a two-fingered salute and got ready to jump off the roof.
"Wait! What about the webs?" I swear I could feel his obnoxious smirk underneath the mask.
"They'll dissolve in 2 hours," he coyly replied, and leaned over the edge of the building.
"Jerk!" I yelled after his form swinging away, and heard the distant sound of his laughter in response. Gosh, it must have been a very amusing night for him. Or confusing.
I shrugged to myself, turning my attention to my feet, my most pressing issue at the moment. There is no way in hell I'm waiting 2 hours for this shit. I plopped my butt on the ground and began picking at the sticky substance. My attempt was proving fruitless however after going at it for a few minutes. This ticked off my impatient self.
With a huff, I flopped dramatically on my back, pushing myself backwards until my legs were fully extended into a somewhat comfortable position. Hey, if I have to wait, then I'm going to try and sleep through it. With that thought, and much fidgeting to find a place where rocks didn't dig into my back, I fell into a deep sleep, hoping to awaken soon.
My head was groggy as I rose to consciousness. I didn't want to move a muscle. So I layed there. On the roof. While it was pouring down rain!
I let out a screech as I comprehended the freezing water on my skin, jumping up instantly.
"Cold, cold, cold," was my mantra as I shuffled over to the fire escape stairs. I grimaced as I saw them; they looked especially daunting in the rain. Ah jeez, I better not slip. With great care, I slowly moved over the edge and perched on the first rung. I was about to continue my dangerous trek when I was gladly interrupted.
"You need a hand there miss?" I whipped my head to the right to witness Spiderman hanging next to me from the side of the building. Awfully close too, if I might add. But I was just proud of myself for not jumping in surprise at his sudden appearance. Guess the thought of slipping and falling to my doom was enough motivation not to move.
"Hehe, it would be appreciated," I said embarrassed. I'm not one for wanting or expecting help very often. Usually I'm the one helping somebody else, so I was a highly grateful for Spidey's concern.
"Alright then. Just trust me and please don't scream."
"I'm not a screamer, you idiot-" I let out a startled gasp as he quickly grabbed my waist and loosened his hold on his web, sending us into a freefall for a second. I had a vice grip on the arm that held me, but I didn't scream.
Miraculously, Spiderman stopped exactly in front of my window, which switched my terror to confusion for a second. But all thoughts vanished when I saw the protection my room had from the rain.
I immediately jumped out of Spidey's arm and into my dry room, silently enjoying the small heat it provided. I ignored the squelching noises my soaked clothes made as I moved around, and also the puddles that started to form on the floor. A warm chuckle reminded me that I still had company, and when I turned back around Spiderman was just making way into my room, away from the downpour outside. I gave him a small, but confused, smile.
"Not that I don't appreciate it or anything, but why are you still here? You helped me, now shoo. I squish spiders that I find in my room." I made a jerky go-away motion with my hand, but he still stood in the middle of my room. "Also, while I still have your attention, how did you know this was my room?"
At this, Spiderman started acting more like the nervous teenager he was, scratching the back of his neck and letting out a shaky laugh.
"I might've done a background check on you, haha." I stared at him blankly. I can't really blame him though. I probably came off as a very weird girl, and he just had Karen gather some quick information on me, not that there's anything to find.
I shot him a small eye smile. "Tis fine Spidey, no biggie," I chirped. He seemed slightly perplexed by my response; probably didn't get that type of reaction often. Nevertheless, he visibly shook off his confusion, and I was startled as he instantly switched to a more serious facade. So startled I was, that I took a tiny step backwards and tensed my muscles, ready to flee.
"Actually, I decided to stay cause we have something to discuss with you. Very serious matter in fact," Spiderman stated. Oh shoot nuggets.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't do anything to deserve the attention of a superhero besides being stupid and sleeping outside when it was raining," I frantically shouted out, "and what do you mean by we?"
"Exactly what he said. We need to talk with you," interrupted a new voice. But I guess it wasn't that unfamiliar to me. I internally flinched, and dreaded how time seemed to slow down as I turned around to face the newcomer.
Leaning casually against my doorway was Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Man, nonchalantly straightening the cuffs of his suit and intensely analyzing me. This time I did visibly flinch, and my one thought bouncing through my head was,
Well this escalated pretty damn quickly.