Peters eyed the young teenager in concern as he got closer. It wasn't normal to find someone sitting on the ledge of a rooftop, let alone the ledge of one of the skyscrapers in the city. He landed silently onto the smooth paned glass, slowly crawling on all fours to the top of the skyscraper.
"hey," the poor kid nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Peters voice, momentarily scaring Peter of his very potential fall," Maybe you should get away from the ledge? Its pretty high up here, and I don't want you to fall." The teenager snorted at that and scooted a little from the ledge.
"I wont fall," his voice was confidant, and had something of an accent that didn't belong to the big apple, "Besides, I just came up here to look at the sunset." The teen motioned towards the sun, which was reflecting of the thousands of buildings that made up the city and off of the ocean. He had to admit, this was a good place to watch the sunset.
Peter crawled onto the roof, taking his perch right next to the boy, a meter between them. The boy eyed Peter on his place, tilting his head in slight confuSion.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
"Nah, Peter mimicked the posture of the kid," right now I just wanna watch the sunset with you." The boy gave him a violent snort, his baby blues shining in amusement.
"Yeah right, you think I'm going to try and kill myself, right?" Peter rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, slightly averting his gaze.
"No…" the boy shook his head, looking back at the sunset.
"Whatever, I'm not going to kill myself, just to let you know, but lets just watch the sunset for now." The two of them watched the sunset until it was half gone. The entire time, Peter kept an eye on the boy, noticing the way he held himself up, and noticed he looked like he had the world on his shoulders.
"So, what's wrong?" his head swiveled to Peter, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. Peter continued. "you look like the way I did when I first found out about my powers. Confused and lost." The boy looked down at his hands, rubbing his hands together out of nervousness.
"…A lot of people depend on me…I don't want to let anyone down…" Peter had no idea what he was talking about but he continued to listen.
"right now, only my sister and best friends know about me…but I don't want them to get hurt."
"what about your parents?" his question was soft and gentle, gentle enough where the teen could have ignored the question.
"…they're not the best people to talk to, not about my problem anyway." Peter smiled and leaned over to mess up the kids raven hair, noticing the way the boy stiffened up before slightly leaning into the touch.
"You'll be fine," Peter retracted his hand and looked back at the vanishing sunset. "We're always stronger than we think." The kid snorted.
"Sure, you say that, an entire superhero who is a lot stronger than me."
"ha-ha, sure, but I had those exact same thoughts when I first became Spider-man."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I was just 14 when I got these powers, and trust me, I freaked out when I woke up one morning and I was able to stick to walls." Peter turned and looked at the teenager.
"But with time, I was able to figure out what to do, how to control my powers, just give yourself time, you'll get there eventually." The boy looked up from under his bangs.
"…you think so?" Peter playfully punched his arm, making the kid sway with the movement.
"Of course, I do, you really don't think I was able to figure out everything within two months? I've been doing this for 10 years already and I'm still figuring everything out. "the boy looked at the remnants of the sun, suddenly straightening up with a bout of confidence.
"Yeah," the smile grew wider," you're right, I just need to get used to it that's all. "
"Attaboy!" Peter felt his heart jump into his throat when he suddenly jumped to his feet, standing dangerously close to the ledge.
"Hey! Don't stand so close."
"I just need to get more practice with my powers." Peter was in a kneeling position already, ready to grab the kid if he fell. He didn't even realize what the teenager just said.
"Oh shit!" the teenager looked at his phone, "I gotta get home!" and much to Peters utter dismay and horror, the kid just took a step off the ledge and was gone in seconds. Without missing a beat, Peter threw himself off the roof, ready to grab the kid, only to see him nowhere in sight. Confused, he landed on the side of the building, trying to find the hopefully living kid.
"Sorry!" Peter jumped out of his skin," I forgot to tell you that I could fly." In front of him, was an exact look alike of the teenager he was talking too. Well maybe not exactly, but despite the inversed colors, Peter could still tell it was the same person.
"Ok, Peter took a deep breath, "I think I deserve to know your name after you scared me like that." The floating teen nodded in agreement.
"That's fair, I'm Phantom, Danny Phantom. I'll come and visit you next time in here in New York, but I gotta go." Danny didn't even give him a chance to say his farewells, he just left, leaving Peter clinging to the window.
"Wow…"
That just might top the goat experience.
