Title: My Favorite Weakness (is You)
Summary: Fight or flight... or both.
Rating: T (for violence)
A/N: I love IronDad. Oops.
Chapter Six: Oops
- Day 5 -
The next morning, Peter slept in. His phone call with May had lasted hours after his and Ned's had. Yes, everything was good, but he missed her. They talked about a lot of nothing, until he felt bad for keeping her up late and let her go. He then lied in the living room, watching whichever sitcom came on TV, early into the morning hours until he fell asleep on the couch.
He woke up late, ate breakfast, and wandered around the apartment completing mindless tasks in his pj's until he got hungry for lunch.
After he'd eaten a lunch consisting of a variety of random food groups, he sat in his chair and stared at the wall, deep in thought, until he snapped out of it and woke up.
He checked his phone, which was charging after his late night phone call, and saw a text from Mr. Stark. And it wasn't even an emergency.
| Mr. Stark!: Care to swing by?
| Peter: Yes! I'll be there in an hour!
He figured he could swing the long way around the city, maybe help some people out on the way.
Twenty minutes later he was hanging out downtown; the day had been slow, probably because it was just early afternoon.
After a car alarm had brought him to some streets he wasn't as familiar with, he decided to look around and help this side of town out a little. He had about 45 minutes, anyway, plenty of time to make it to Stark Tower after a bit of exploring.
He was sitting on top of a hotel when his Spider-sense alerted him to a problem below. He crept down the side of the hotel, spotting the people who were alarming him about halfway down. There were two people, as far as he could see, crouched over something he couldn't see yet.
He slowly crept down, trying to get a good look at whatever they were doing before he disrupted, them, if needed.
They were holding some sort of light, or hologram, he saw as he got closer. It wasn't Stark Tech, though he couldn't see anything they were holding. Actually, it must have been on the ground because he could see both their hands.
A few stops closer and he could see that the hologram was showing several maps, one of the city, one of the globe. And one more of something he couldn't make out, like a galaxy thing that resembles a super-complex molecular compound or something.
Suddenly, they turned and looked up to him; it took him by surprise, as he hadn't made a sound yet and hadn't been in their line of vision. Their heads and faces were covered by a mask thing, and they were wearing weird robes for clothes. The word that popped into his head was wizards.
One reached their arm up towards him and grabbed the empty space in front of them, clenching their fist and pulling towards them.
Whatever they did, did something to the air around Peter. The space surrounding him suddenly wrapped tight around him and pulled down, causing him to drop to the ground.
He caught himself with one hand on a fire escape before dropping the rest of the way, turning towards them, anticipating a fight but prepared to run. He didn't want to fight a wizard, and there were two of them!
He had one mission in mind: Get to Mr. Stark.
All of a sudden, Wizard #1 reached out again and sent some sort of orange sparks his way; he easily dodged it and continued backing up. But as he turned back towards them, Wizard #2 sent sparks at the brick wall.
This confused Peter, especially when Wizard #2 walked into the brick wall. or through it, more like it, since he disappeared. Was it a teleportation device? Or magic?
The distraction was enough, though, and Wizard #1 sent another stream of sparks-things towards him. What was weird was that his spider-sense hadn't warned him, at all.
He turned away from it but too late, and it hit his shoulder nonetheless, knocking him backwards.
Oops.
He stumbled on something, and fell back, reaching out to catch himself. His Spider-sense must have kicked in because everything slowed down a bit the way it sometimes does - except for the wizards. Wizard #1 (the one still here) looked at him before following #2 through the hotel wall.
Peter reached back to catch himself on the ground but must have miscalculated because it didn't come when he was expecting it. It felt weird, like he fell through the same space twice, and finally hit the ground.
That was weird, he thought, and ran to the spot the wizards had been. There was no sign they'd been there. He looked for a hologram device but found nothing.
He did a quick self-check-up, and couldn't find anything wrong. He felt fine, his senses were fine, even his shoulder where he'd been hit was fine; so if it wasn't an attack move, it must have been for defense.
That was cool, he thought, to slow down a fall so they could get away. He wondered if he and Mr. Stark could look into something like that.
Mr. Stark! He had to tell Mr. Stark about the wizards! He'd mentioned wizards yesterday, and this could be what he was talking about.
After double-checking the spot for anything they may have left behind and taking note of the street names at that intersection, he headed out.
A/N: A short chapter, but a turning point!
- What are your thoughts? Hypotheses? Speculations? Postulations?
: ) I hope you liked this chapter!
