Yoo I'm back! Took a while to get this done but MAN did I have a big writer's block on this one, there's a Cinter scene that I really wanted to get done in a neat way and even though it took a while, I'm actually happy with the way it turned out. AND, as a few of you might have noticed, I've updated the cover image :)
Cleo9427: yes FINALLY! Yeah I considered pushing it but decided against it – this way we'll have a lot more angsty-Cinter scenes ;)
AccelBreaker: Very good questions that only time can answer ;) Or, well, technically I could tell you, but that would ruin all the fun. And thank you for your concern, that's so sweet of you :) Actually I am doing just fine, I live in sweden and we're kind of low key in all of this madness, still able to go out and such without any problem, but me and my family has traveled to our summer house in the middle of nowhere so we're all fine and cut-off. Hope you are safe as well!
Isabelnecessaryonabicycle: Well, since this first "book" is going to be about 20-ish chapters it was about time :)
SnuffleTruff: Thank you so much for your review, it put a really big smile on my lips! :D Every once in a while I have a modern family marathon, but now my Netflix has removed the show so I'm kinda heartbroken. Any tips on other fun shows?
Alice Gone Madd: Right now she's wearing her own homemade suit (it will be upgraded later on) which is constructed by black leggings, a black long sleeve that has white stripes on the arms and a white front (kind of similar to her suit in the comics). And – of course – a red headband that she uses to cover her mouth and nose. Hope that made it clearer to you :)
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"I can't believe we were bit by the same spider." Cindy shook her head, brushing her fingers through her short hair. The two teenagers were currently sitting on the edge of a tall building, dangling their legs in the air above a busy street. The sun had almost settled now, painting the sky all peachy and golden, and a chilly breeze passed by, reminding them that the winter wasn't quite over yet.
The boy next to her scoffed lightly and fell backwards onto his back, letting his arms stretch out to the sides. "This is insane." He had gotten his mask back – he'd webbed it up from the ground once Cindy had gotten him out of all her webbing, which had not been an easy task – and was currently clenching it tightly in his fists.
A couple white birds flew past Cindy where she sat.
She couldn't believe this.
For the past few weeks she had been freaking out about being this sort of super-human and having to carry this big ass secret all on her own. It had felt like she was carrying a bomb in her backpack that could go off at any given moment, and she hadn't been able to tell anyone about it. Even after telling Sally she had still felt lonely because despite standing by her side, she had no idea what it felt like. It had been a living hell and apparently, this whole time, Peter had been going through the very same thing.
"Cin?"
"Huh?" The girl peeked over her shoulder, an absent-minded expression on her face. Peter supported himself on his elbows in order to sit up and looked at her with sparkling eyes. He grinned at her and his chocolatey eyes were perfectly warm. She'd probably missed something he'd said.
"This is amazing! I mean," he pushed himself off the ground and landed on his feet, pacing the slightly graveled roof back and forth, "you have no idea how freaked out I was! Or, well, actually you do, and I haven't had anyone to talk to and May…" The boy sighed and let his head fall back. "God I hate lying to her."
Cindy didn't as much as hum along. Instead she continued staring down at the street, noticing how a few people had taken up their umbrellas. Most of them were colorful.
"And the worst part is that I haven't been able to share with anyone how awesome all this is! I mean, I can climb on walls! I can lift a car with my bare hands! By whole body's been dialed up to a hundred." Peter grinned to himself, looking down at his hands. "I've just had some trouble with my webbing. I've tried to create a decent formula but, as you noticed earlier, it's not that sticky. I should really revise it… Hey can you show me how yours- Cin?"
The girl in question couldn't have been less interested. Her hands were tied into hard fists and she really felt like hitting something.
"Hey Cindy, are you okay?" Peter's voice was softer now that he realized something was up with her and he ruffled his hair subconsciously.
Cindy looked up at the cloudy sky with a strained smile on her lips before spinning around so that she could look at him.
"I can't believe you're happy about all this." Her eyes were all glossy and a pained gleam revealed the hours of lacked sleep. It was also worth mentioning that she was still quite pissed about him getting in her way and chasing away her big lead to get to the Kingpin. God knows how long time it would take her to track them down again… Plus that now they knew there were someone after them.
Peter just blinked at her, clearly not being on the same page as she was.
"I just want everything to be normal. I don't want stupid powers and car chases and bad guys. I just want…" she threw her arms out her sides and looked back out over the street. "I want everything to go back to the way it was."
Despite Peter being as swift as a cat she could still hear his light footsteps coming towards her. A small drop of water landed on Cindy's hand. It didn't bother her.
Peter sat down by her side, glancing at her unsurely as a few wrinkles played on his forehead and in the space between his brows. "For the first week I spent all my time trying to figure out how to undo, this," he gestured to himself. "Finding some vaccine or something."
"Any luck?" Cindy smirked with an eye roll and he nudged her shoulder.
"My point is that I get you," he continued and threw a pebble across the roof, "but it is what it is. We might as well do the best with what's been given to us, you know?" She was a bit annoyed with how right he was but hummed agreeingly. He nudged her shoulder again, more playful this time. "Come on – you can shoot web through your fingers, even I can't do that!"
Cindy's scoff turned into a soft laugh and she tilted her head at him, looking at the boy with a smile gleaming in her eyes. "It is pretty cool," she admitted and he laughed.
"Show me," he urged kindly, looking at her the way a child looks at a christmas tree. He was clearly obsessed with this ability of hers to produce organic web on her own, a skill he obviously was jealous of. She still hadn't shown it to him yet outside of their fight, but when they had been taking turns in telling each other about their powers she had been surprised to find out that Peter lacked the gift. Although, he had his webslingers, which he still hadn't shown her and that she was really curious about.
She quirked a brow at the boy and held up her right hand, unable to wipe the smile off her face. Her fingers tensed and a string of white web shot out from every finger, right out into the air, and slowly swirled down toward the ground.
"I can do it with as many finger as I like," she bragged and held up both her hands a couple of feet apart from each other, shooting out a string from her index finger that landed in the palm of her other hand.
Peter didn't know what to do, he could barely contain himself.
"That is so cool!" he grinned, his hands open in the air. The excited boy held out an index finger and gently tapped the string, only to get stuck on it. "Do you think maybe I can get some? You know, to improve my own formula."
"Knock yourself out," Cindy shrugged. She really couldn't care less about the matter. "It's great if it can make things easier for you."
A few rays of warm sunshine landed on her nose. Maybe she would get her first freckles of the year? Her mom and A.J. never got freckles while her dad could go out for five minutes and then come in looking like a dalmatian, and she usually got a few ones as well, but only on her nose and cheeks.
The sun shone a little bit brighter, warming her whole face now, and she smiled. Honestly she felt a lot better now that Peter had cheered her up. If she had to share this spider-experience with someone, she was glad it was with him. She could do with a personal cheerleader to help her make the best of this shitty situation. Maybe she should let him in on the Kingpin?
Peter had told her a bit quickly that he'd been using his powers to help out in the neighborhood for a bit. You know, lifting down cats from trees, helping old ladies who nearly got their purses stolen, make sure kids didn't run into the streets – that sort of stuff. The reason he had run into her was because he had discovered the car with the Kingpin-byers speeding and running against a few red lights and had been meaning. God, how much would he flip out if he found out that he in fact had gotten himself into a meeting with the Kingpin's men?
A lot, probably.
Maybe she should let him in on it? Maybe he could help? It would be a lot easier to chase him down, but the risk was that he'd want to do it his way and that it would result in them screwing up.
But no, Peter wouldn't do that. This was concerning her dad, and she knew he'd do anything in his power to help him out. No way he would jeopardize it.
Jeeze, just the idea of two adrenaline-pumped super-teens who could shoot webs, climb walls, and sense anything coming their way – well, she at least…
"Hey Peter?"
The boy looked up from the mess he had made with her one string – he'd managed to tangle up both his hands trying to undo himself – like he was in trouble or something; his eyes were big and round and his brows were halfway up his foreheads. Cindy giggled.
"Spider-question," she turned toward him and crossed her legs. "Do you ever get this certain… feeling when stuff's about to happen? Like, does your whole body tingle and-"
"It feels like I'm falling?" he interrupted with a wry smile on his lips. "Yeah, I do."
They took a moment to assimilate their shared abilities, both with shy smiles on their lips. The two of them were the only ones in the world with these kinds of enhanced senses and they probably ever would be. Unless Oscorp made another one of those gene-modified spiders…
"Doesn't it drive you crazy how it always…" she gestured with her hands in the air in front of her, "Flips out over practically nothing?" The boy blinked at her with a questioning quirk of the brow.
"No. I mean, it always warns me when something dangerous is about to happen, like when you threw that snowball at me," he explained and Cindy remembered. The girl in question frowned at him as he continued. "But apart from that I just get a slight tingle when something mildly alarming is about to happen, like when the coach's about to blow his whistle or when the school bell rings."
So, he seemed to have gotten the 'correct' version of the spider-sense while she had gotten the crappier malfunctioning one. Although, she could shoot web from her hands while he couldn't, so 1-1 to each of them she guessed.
"Mine goes off full-strength at nearly anything. The other day, Flash sneezed right behind me and I nearly jumped up at the roof," she confessed and Peter laughed so hard she for a moment thought he might fall off the building.
She pushed him playfully and he tried to hide the laugh by coughing gently himself. "Sorry," he giggled and took a few deep breaths before looking up at her with those sparkling eyes. "That must suck."
She snorted. "Yeah, it does. I swear, one of these days I will get coach Wilson's whistle and it won't be seen again."
"Just let me know if you need any help with that," Peter smirked and went back to looking down at the people on the streets hurrying as it started to pour more violently. They sat like that for a while, their shoulders almost touching.
"Sally knows," Cindy finally spoke up, breaking the silence. "About me. " Her hands squeezed the edge of the house so hard a few pieces crumbled into dust. This far she had been biting her tongue about that certain topic – she really didn't wanna get her friend into trouble, although telling Sally about her secret probably was going to get her into a hell of a lot more problem than telling Peter that she knew.
Her friend looked up at her with a surprised look on his face. "You told her?" Cindy assured him with a nod. A few moments passed where they just sat in silence, Cindy watching the beautiful sunset and Peter looking out over the roof, pondering. "Why?"
"What do you mean "why"?" Cindy retorted, furrowing her brows at him. "She's my best friend, and she figured I was lying to her about something." Now it was Cindy's turn to stand up and pace around the grounds, her arms crossed in front of her while she was rambling. Sally really had been supportive of her and this whole spider-thing, proving to her that she really was her best friend in the world. She sighed and drew her hand through her hair.
"But what are you gonna do if it gets out?" The concern in Peter's face was genuine; his brows pinching together over his big eyes and his whole body kind of leaned forward, his elbows leaning on his knees while his hands clutched the red mask. Cindy could tell he was having some sort of an internal squabble – he'd probably thought a lot about telling Ned himself.
The girl just shook her head. "It won't. She'd never do that to me. And I won't get her into any trouble."
Her schoolmate stared into space for a while.
"I can't tell May. And I can't tell Ned. I just can't do it." He looked so abject that she considered walking over to him and give his shoulder a squeeze or something. After a minute he looked up at her again and his features softened. "I'm glad you know, though. That we can talk about it."
She smiled back at him, her body relaxing somewhat. "I'm glad you know too. It's nice to have someone who really understand." There was something hesitant about him, however. "You wanna make sure I don't tell Sally about you." It was more of a statement than a question, but he nodded.
"No one can know it's me, that I'm him…" Peter shook his head and looked out over the city. "Everything will continue just like normal. School, band practice, May. I just help people out on the side."
Cindy nodded, she understood where he was getting at. He liked this spider-man thing, it made him feel like a hero, but he wanted a normal life too.
"I won't tell her," she promised, although her gut wrenched as she did so – she'd had enough of this secret-keeping stuff for a lifetime.
Peter sighed and relaxed a bit. He scrambled to his feet and was by her side in three long strides, looking down at her. Now that she thought about it, the venom must have made him taller. Pre-spider she reached to about his nose, but now the top of her head barely touched his chin. She straightened herself a little and stuck her chin out to make up for it.
"Thank you, Cindy," he said, offering her a smile. His fudgy eyes were smiling as they looked down at her, and then he blushed and looked down at his feet. "I'm glad that I can share this with you, out of all people."
Cindy's cheeks burned slightly but she smiled as well – she couldn't help it – and her heart raced a bit.
"Yeah me too," she replied, then she laughed. "Would you ever have believed that the girl who fainted on you in P.E. is now your co-spider-person."
Peter's eyes squinted slightly as he thought but then they lit up and he laughed back. "Right, I'd forgotten about that!" Cindy sure hadn't. "I kind of had a crush on you back then."
Cindy choked on her own saliva.
"Wha-what? You did?"
Peter's face dropped slightly, as if he hadn't meant to say that out-loud, and he absent-mindedly scratched the back of his neck. "Um, yeah. But after that you kind of avoided me so I figured you didn't feel the same."
Cindy swore at herself. Dumbass.
"I was really embarrassed," she muttered back, looking down at the ground and pushed her hair back behind her ear before crossing her arms in front of her. "And I," she swallowed graciously, "I kind of liked you too."
Peter looked at her with slightly widened eyes and a smile that crooked the left corner of his mouth. "Yeah?"
Cindy laughed a little uncomfortably, wishing that they would change the subject. She knew that if he asked her for how long she had been into him she wouldn't be able to lie without revealing herself, and she knew that he would get a hella lot farther away from her if he learned that she'd been daydreaming about him for five years.
They stood like that for a moment, neither of them really looking at each other. Cindy dared let her eyes flicker over the boy's costume. Frankly, it was even crappier than hers: he wore a blue pair sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt underneath a red vest, and a most ridiculous pair of red boots. He looked like he'd gone mad at a flea market!
"Peter, what the heck are you wearing?" she smiled. The boy looked up with a surprised expression that softened as he laughed, blushing.
"It was kind of an improvisation." He quirked a brow at her and tilted his head, looking down at her. "Maybe I should have gone for training gear as well."
"Maybe you should have!" Cindy grinned up at him and stuck her chin out. She turned around on the spot and walked a few steps across the roof, letting the absolutely last rays of soak into her skin. The Kingpin popped into her mind once again and the the weight of this mission yet again rested on her shoulders. No normal person would ever try to do something as foolish as trying to take down the Kingpin, but Cindy wasn't normal. And neither was Peter.
"I have to tell you-"
"Cindy I-"
The two teens smiled slightly as they both interrupted each other. Cindy spun around and nodded for him to continue. "You go first." He smiled at her before looking down at the ground, looking slightly at unease.
"Look, I'm really glad that Silk turned out to be you, that you're her, but…" He went quiet, trying to figure out the right words to use. He ruffled his untidy hair and wrinkled his nose. Cindy frowned at him.
"Yes?"
"You have to keep out of my way," he blurted out and it felt like he had stabbed her with an invisible dagger. "It just that… I'm trying to do my own thing here, I really like helping out in the neighborhood and all but I can't have you getting in my way like today."
"Your way?" Cindy's chin had all but dropped to the ground. He had the audacity to get into her way, mess up her stake out, scare off her bad guys and then tell her that she needed to back off? – the bastard! The girl's eyes were so wide they nearly popped out of her eyes.
Peter looked unsure. He fiddled with the crappy homemade mask in his hands and his eyes flickered all over the place. "Of course you're more than welcome to help out, if you want-"
"Help out?" she nearly yelled at him, not believing her ears. Peter frowned at her rather annoyingly.
"You said yourself that you don't wanna fight crime, that you're not trying to be a hero?" That was true, she had said that. She didn't fight the Kingpin for the sake of being good, she did it for her father. It might be a selfish reason, but frankly, she didn't care. "By the way, what were you doing there?"
"You know what, that's none of your business!" she grunted, unconsciously leaning forwards on her tippy-toes to get taller, her fists tied at the end of her straight arms. She twirled around and started walking at a quick pace toward the edge of the building. Her heart was racing and she couldn't decide if she was on the verge of crying or punching something so hard it broke. She needed to get far, far away from him.
She called over her shoulder, "For what it's worth, you keep out of my way!"
The furious girl jumped off the building, leaving the boy standing on the rooftop, and swung between the smaller buildings back toward the parking house as the rain soaked her hair. Adrenaline pumped through her veins in a way it never had before – maybe that was yet another result from the spider bite? – and she practically saw red.
He was just a silly boy, a silly silly boy who had ruined her day and possibly crushed her chances of saving her dad from a life in jail, and just a few minutes ago she had looked into his brown eyes like they were the most important thing in the world. No, she could not get distracted by him like this, she needed a clean mind if she was going to figure out this mess.
"Martin."
"For fuck's sake!"
The man jumped a few feet into the air before spinning around and looking at her with a furious face. She was clinging onto the wall, a few feet above him, outside of his apartment – Sally had found out his address. She noticed he was holding a white bag from his local thai place. "Must you always do that?"
"Look, I need more information about the Kingpin," Cindy muttered. She must have looked dreadful with her face slightly bruised from her earlier fight with Peter in the parking house and her hair in wet stripes along her face. The little bit of makeup she had around her eyes had washed down under her eyes.
The man in front of her sighed through clenched teeth. If looks could kill…
"I already told you everything I know." Martin was starting to shiver from the cold. "I told you about the meeting today. Oh don't tell me you screwed it up?"
"Someone got in my way," she muttered dryly.
The preppy guy looked at her with a deadpan expression, then down at the food getting colder by the second, and then up into the sky. His glasses quickly filled up with raindrops.
"You mind if we take this inside?" He had already started rattling with his keys trying to find the right one so he obviously didn't wait for her to answer. The heavy entrance door closed shut with a a loud bam and the spider-girl crawled up the wall – using her web to fling herself upwards at a few points – to the seventh floor where she waited for him to let her in.
After a few minutes she heard the door click as he unlocked it and slam shut behind him. She was fairly sure he wouldn't try to pull any trick on her – he didn't seem to have the guts to do anything more harmful than hitting someone unconscious and if he did, her wacky Silk-sense would warn her in time.
Martin gave her a tired look as he opened the window before walking back toward the kitchen. As she slid in, Cindy quickly flashed her eyes over the space. It was a decent apartment, kind of in the middle between "fancy" and "average". It was quite open and airy, although not very big. Smelly and dirty, however – there were stacks of pizza cartons on the floor along with a bunch of thai take-out, and the couch was all but covered in clothes. Her mother would have a heart-attack if she saw this.
"Did you decorate this all by yourself?" Cindy commented dryly as she wrinkled her nose at some overused socks thrown onto the coffee table.
"Don't get all cocky on me," the man snapped from the kitchen, exiting with a fork before slumping down in a chair and digging in on his chicken fried rice, watching her from the peripherals of his eyes. "Both you and me know that you're just a kid with freaky powers."
"Hey!"
He glared at her and she waved off the offended look off her face.
"Anyhow," she continued, observing some dead plants on the window sill, "like I said, I need more information."
"Like I said, I already told you everything I know," he muttered back in between bites. "It's not like we're facebook friends, I hardly know anything at all except my own part."
"Look," Cindy stood in front of him with crossed arms, a failed attempt at appearing intimidating. "There must be something. They never managed to do any sort of transaction today so I've got nothing on them. They didn't even introduce themselves, I have no way of tracking them down. Now, if you only gave me like a name or something-"
"For the love of God…" Martin pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know anything. Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Just as he was about to dig into his dinner again, Cindy shot out strings from her index finger and thumb that neatly caught the fork he was holding in his hand, and snatched it away from him, leaving him with a baffled expression.
"That's rude," she mumbled as she glared at him. "Now, let's try this again: I need to find the Kingpin."
Martin groaned and let his head fall back. "Jesus, you don't ever quit, do you?" Cindy refused to answer this question. "The Kingpin – whom I have never met – is a drug dealer, weapon seller, and a bunch of other illegal stuff. No one meets with him without his permission and no one pisses him off and walk out on the other side unharmed. If I were you, I'd find some other drug dealer to get caught up on."
"No," Cindy replied firmly through clenched teeth.
"What's your deal with him anyway?" Martin quirked a brow in her direction, suddenly rather intrigued.
"Why don't you just worry about yourself?" she bit back, tapping her fingers on her arm. She squinted her eyes at him. "Can you name me any of the people making deals with him?"
"My fork," Martin motioned for the metallic object in her hand but she just continued standing like frozen. His gaze turned stern. "I'll just go get another one, it's my apartment."
The girl tossed it to him along with a dramatic eye-roll. "Fine."
Damn it, she wasn't getting anywhere with this.
"Okay, but what about the people he sells to? Shouldn't be too many guys who buys large, illegal weaponry?"
"With all the money laundering? It's like a spider-web," he grunted. "Impossible to track down."
Cindy sighed, stopping in her tracks. Looks like she was back to square one, no clue what so ever to track anyone down. All he had was the first names of the two guys who worked for the Kingpin, but even Sally couldn't track them down with only that.
Think, she had to think! What did she know?
Lightning struck her and she nearly jumped into the roof from sheer excitement. Martin was a bit startled and shot her a dark look.
The car, of course! A few weeks ago when the Kingpin's men had met with a "miss Lundh" she had memorized the number plate – F-E-A-9-6-7-7. That had to lead somewhere? And she had mentioned a "Mr. Parsons".
"What do you know about a miss Lundh?" Her eyes shone with excitement as she turned around and looked at the annoyed guy who was just trying to finish his meal. She saw a flash of something – fear maybe? – strike across his eyes but he quickly shook it off, shaking his head.
"I don't know who that is," he stated simply but she could sense the nervous tone that edged his voice.
"I don't think you understand how this black-mailing thing works." Cindy placed her hands on her hips, looking directly at the man in front of her with her meanest stare – which was something she really had to work on. "Tell me or your life is sort of ruined."
Martin sighed in defeat mixed with annoyance and looked up at her, correcting his glasses.
"She's the front figure of some sort of European company, word is that you don't mess with them. I was present at one of the meetings with them, they bought mostly intel and a few special weapons."
"And what did you do there?" Martin looked away, his features shadowed by guilt.
"It's not important. What you should know is that I don't think it's a good idea to go after her." Cindy frowned.
"So going after the Kingpin is fine but this Scandinavian lady is a big no-no? Do you know her first name, or anything more about her?" Martin stared at her for a minute before his lips twitched into a satisfied smile.
"I wonder what you have done with the rest of the Scooby-gang?" Cindy shot him a dark glare that really wasn't as scary as she hoped. "It was something German, but I don't remember what."
She squinted her eyes at him. "You don't remember?"
He sighed deeply – clearly getting tired of her – and gestured with his hands in the air to emphasize what he said. "I don't remember! Jeez, do you remember everything you ever hear?" He returned to his plate and Cindy felt slightly attacked.
"Well, yeah, I kind of do."
"I wasn't asking you."
"But you said-"
"Oh my God!" he groaned, "You wanna find Lundh then start looking somewhere else, she's not in my apartment! Now get out!" He threw an empty cup after her as she darted through the open window. Wow, rude.
He hadn't given her a lot to go on, but at least she had a few little leads, plus the number plate she remembered from earlier. Surely Sally would be able to track that down somehow. Maybe she should start looking for other clues as well, just incase this Lundh thing was a dead-end.
As the soaked teenager swung through the city towards her home, a plan started to take form inside her mind. A plan that was her one and only shot.
Don't bite my head off concerning Peter! He's a good guy, yes I know, it will all be sorted out in the future. Promise. Apart from that, I don't have much else to add, so here we go with some incorrect quotes!
Sally: Go tell him he's cute. What's the worst that could happen?
Cindy: He could hear me.
Hey if any of you guys have any of these lying around/come up with a few yourselves, don't be a stranger!
Cindy: You're like a cloud?
Flash: I'm a cloud?
Cindy: When you go away it's a beautiful day.
I mostly get these from tv-shows, but it would be nice with a few original ones as well.
Cindy: I don't know whether to kiss you or shove you off the Brooklyn bridge!
Peter: Can I pick?
Lots of love to you all, stay safe (at home, with a cup of warm tea, with a nice fic on your phone/computer) and don't forget to spread the love! :)
