An Arachnids Adventure
Chapter 9 - Granular Particles
[CRAAAAAASH!]
With a thump and a crash Peter, Cindy and Gwen felt a tremendous quake shake the very confines of their fleshly forms. Peter's and Cindy's moment of mental hyperactivity had ended, the world returned to its normal chaotic ruckus.
Peter took no time at all to taughten up his leg and back muscles, bracing for dear life, not his own but those of the two women in his arms.
Due to the trio's positioning, Peter's body took the majority of the impact, his muscles taking a battering and his inner organs almost feeling as if they had displaced. Bones squealing and creaking, begging for a moment of peace under this newly found strain. The sound of metal crunching and rending could be heard, the gurney placed behind the trio now bent around Peter's back, a testament of the force being a displaced onto its surface and by counterpart Peter's back and legs.
Peter's leg's and feet had been implanted into the wall of the Ambulance, a few inches into its surface, any more pressure, and his feet would no doubt puncture through the metal casing, an impossible feat for the average man, more than likely a result due to Peter undergoing the serum's treatment at such a young age.
Though, through the law of force and momentum, some force still channeled through Peter's body onto the two girls own, akin to what a linebacker in American Football or the Eighth Man position in Rugby might experience, a horrible jerking and a moment of unconsciousness before a nauseous re-discovery that your surroundings had changed.
These new horrendous feelings didn't last, however, before long a sense of weightlessness struck the trio. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach struck Peter. Then a profound mental clarity hit him before a familiar mental pressure resurfaced
[***********]
Peter could feel a total of two new threats appear, the stronger one seemingly coming from the wall in which his feet were implanted, the somewhat distant other one seemed to come from the very floor he was residing on.
It was at this point in time with his newfound mental clarity that Peter knew for sure that the Ambulance he and the girls were riding in had been T-Boned, struck in the side by an oncoming vehicle.
The sense of weightlessness was, in fact, the Ambulance overturning, If Peters thought's were correct then that was the reason Peter felt a sort of danger coming towards his feet that were implanted in the wall. Peter knew that his body was in horrendous condition, he had no doubt fractured many a bone and more than likely was bleeding internally. His body simply couldn't handle any more stress.
Before Peter could give it a second thought, he placed his hands against the wall and pulled his feet out of the wall as quickly as he could.
And with a bang, the Ambulance had flipped onto its left side.
Yet Peter's nightmare wasn't over, Peter could feel the previous 'distant' threat, now much stronger than prior, inching ever closer, Peter's mind working at a mile a minute, thought of the worst-case scenario, more than likely, another car was headed their way and was about to make its presence known, right on the undercarriage of the Ambulance the trio were currently located.
Waking Peter from his lighting quick thoughts, Peter felt Cindy 'come alive' in his arms, it seems whatever mental abilities the two were experiencing were quite similar yet different at the same time.
Earlier Peter felt a mental pressure warn him of the danger to his feet and yet Cindy didn't awaken. But now with the oncoming danger coming for all three of them, Cindy's ability awakened and let her regain a sense of clarity.
Peter's mind was whirling as quickly as possible to think of the best way out of the current circumstances and yet he couldn't think of a way out.
Peter looked down to see the two girls in what could very well be his last moment on this green earth, Peter saw Cindy looking up at him, there was no blaming look, no desperation, no fear...just a calm look in her eyes, a reassurance of sorts, one that Peter could only imagine meant,
'Everything will be alright.'
Even though Peter knew she could sense everything he could, though he knew not how he knew, he simply did know that she could feel everything that he could.
Peter felt a gushing warmth hit him, one unlike anything he had felt before, there was no time to judge from whence it came, though he knew it felt quite similar to the feeling he felt when he was younger, that day when he lost control of himself, though this felt far kinder than then, there were no dark thought's swirling in his head, no whispering voices, no anger….just an urge, an urge to do anything and everything...to protect them….even at the cost of his life…
And so...Peter moved...he grasped Cindy and Gwen, quicker then he had ever been, so quick that even Cindy with her newfound clarity, couldn't respond to his movements...for if she knew what he was going to do...she would do everything in her power to stop him.
Peter gently tossed them to the other side of the vehicle, what was once the roof of the Ambulance. Peter then looked towards the oncoming danger, looking for a place to grab, it was the first time Peter had turned around to see the carnage that was wrought in the previous accident.
Peter could see the bent and practically demolished gurney, the wall that once looked sturdy and almost 'impenetrable', was in complete disrepair, caved in and unrecognizable, Peter saw what he thought looked like the sky, through the tears in the metal. Random assortments of medical supplies were flying around in what looked like slow motion.
Peter grasped the gurney and pulled; with a strength Peter, if he was in any sane mind, would have thought to be impossible.
The demolished gurney, somehow still in one piece was bent and broken, Peter giving it no thought placed it against the wall where the incoming 'vehicle', or so Peter thought, was coming. Peter then placed his hands and feet in places that could 'theoretically' hold his weight and the combined force in place, in the hopes that he could hold the gurney and the incoming impact in place….as far away from the girls as possible.
Cindy looking up and seeing what Peter was 'attempting' to do...even though it was naught but a fool's errand, wished she could reach out and pull him to herself. But her body would not respond, it seemed that currently, Peter had better control of his 'abilities'. Or perhaps it was his courage to be able to move in such a situation, perhaps her body wouldn't respond simply because she was too afraid of their potential end.
Little did she know, it had nothing to do with her courage or lack thereof or even her control of her current 'abilities' being lesser than Peter's.
No, it had to do with the fact that Peter was currently projecting one of the Totems Divinities...and as an Avatar of the "Bride" herself, Cindy was exceedingly susceptible to the pressure Peter was currently emitting.
Right now Cindy was under a sort of deference to Peter and thus when Peter had tossed herself and Gwen aside, at that moment Peter whether knowingly or not, had given an order of sorts to Cindy and thus unless Peter called for her or Peter stopped channeling the Totem's powers, Cindy wouldn't be able to move towards him.
Cindy wished the impending 'doom' coming their way would simply disappear and that she could save him, yet she could not and she hated herself for it...this moment, this moment of helplessness would forever scar her. This moment would be her guiding light later in life, when she lost her way and when she struggled with the idea of why she would pursue strength, this helplessness would be her anchor.
With not a second's delay, the oncoming force struck.
[SKISSSHHHH]
[*HONK* x3]
The sound of metal scraping against asphalt and the sounds of a busy street and peoples voices were all blaring in Peter's and Cindy's ears, it seems Gwen had passed out after the first collision and she didn't wake for the second.
Whether by divine providence or some 'freak' accident, the 'feared' second collision was, in fact, nowhere near as horrible as the first.
Peter felt a slight pushing sensation coming from the Gurney and then an immediate screeching noise as the Ambulance skidded across the street.
After a few moments of being dragged along, the Ambulance eventually came to a stop. Though the 'oncoming' force was nowhere near as drastic as initially foretold, the mental pressure didn't disappear, no, in fact, it lingered, and it was moving.
Peter and Cindy both felt the pressure, the presumed danger moving along passing the ambulance by, after a few moments of moving by the front of the vehicle.
"AAAHHH! Stay back, you-you monster!"
Peter and Cindy both heard a shrill scream echo out. Though it was difficult to tell it reminded the duo of the gruffer EMT.
Peter seeing the pressure going somewhat further into the distance before stopping, removed his limbs from their respective grasping points and looked towards Cindy once more.
Instead of the look of hope and happiness, Peter saw a look of grievance and guilt.
Peter sought to speak and see what was the matter, yet before he had the chance,
[BANG]
A loud popping noise sounded out before an immediate echo followed. Screams seconded the noise,
"Freeze! Put the Man down, or the next shot won't be a warning!"
[GRRRAAAAAAAHH]
Peter and Cindy both heard what seemed to be some sort of confrontation with what sounded like a police officer and what could potentially be the aggressor of this entire situation.
In response to the officer's warning came a shout of sorts, animalistic and echoing, almost like dozens of warcries sounding off at once.
Peter walked towards Cindy and Gwen somewhat hurrying and limping along.
The indescribable gushing warmth Peter felt take over his body earlier was beginning to fade now, though before it could truly leave his body, he felt warmth rush over to all the numb areas on his body.
As Peter was walking over he felt the pain and the numbness that was once impairing his hasty trot over to the girls begin to fade and this enabled Peter to walk over much more firmly than prior. He assumed it to be a bout of extreme adrenaline.
Just as Peter walked over he heard another popping noise echo out followed by another and another. It seemed that the Police Officer had opened fire.
As Peter reached out for the girls another surging mental pressure pressed forth, this one was small but quick, quicker than any prior, it seemed Cindy felt this one as well, as Peter saw Cindy visibly shudder, it seemed her reaction was stronger than his.
Thinking back on how he felt the danger exclusively when he felt his feet in danger, Peter realized the danger to Cindy and by consequence Gwen was far greater than it was for him, to see her shiver like that he imagined her current Mental pressure to be astounding.
And it was in fact that Peters assumption was correct, Cindy felt every fiber of her being screaming at her, telling her to toss aside Gwen and move away, but whether it was her fear or her shock or even Peter's previous 'order', Cindy's body simply wouldn't listen, let alone the fact that Cindy would never abandon Gwen to her fate.
Peter recognized the danger to his friend and reached out as quickly as possible and moved them aside, out of the incoming path of the 'tiny' danger incoming.
Yet while doing so Peter's body had entered the stray dangers trajectory, a danger Peter had, at this point, identified as a bullet, in the last milliseconds that he had, Peter twisted his body to the best of his capabilities.
And with a, [Thud], the bullet passed through the Ambulance roof-cum-wall. It seemed that lady luck was smiling on Peter today, The bullet by some strange coincidence had veered off of Peter's thought out trajectory, barely grazing the side of his abdomen. If Peter hadn't twisted his body and If the bullet hadn't veered off course due to the impact with the Ambulance wall, there was no doubt Peter would have been pierced through by the stray bullet.
Peter seeing this immediately brought his hand to his side and winced, letting out a slight yelp and crying out,
"Mother Teresa! That stings!"
It seemed Peters yelp had caught the attention of the officer outside because an immediate cry yelled out.
"Cease Fire, Civilians in the Cross-Fire!"
Cindy hearing the commotion opened her closed eyes and saw Peter's injury, she immediately threw aside her dread for her own life and thought the worst and arose from her currently lying state, due to Peter's second 'toss' of the day.
She walked over in a hurry leaving Gwen on the 'floor', and looked to Peter's wound, to see if he needed immediate medical attention.
Seeing only a slight cut across his side, Cindy let loose a slight sigh of relief.
Peter seizing the moment said. "Cindy, we have to get out of here, now!"
Cindy hearing his words, nodded gravely, an unusual sight for the girl.
"Can you grab Gwen? I'm going to open the Doors."
Hearing Peter's words Cindy looked to the Ambulance 'doors' and seeing their current state, demolished and 'pushed' to the side.
Cindy looked towards Peter and snipped, "Oh and how exactly do you plan on doing that? Huh, Suger Tits?"
Peter looked towards the doors and sighed, though he knew now wasn't the time to keep secrets, it remained a fact that now wasn't the time for in-depth explanations and expounding upon hidden truths as well.
"Cindy, just trust me.."
Peter looked straight into the exotic brunette's eyes and stated firmly, and before you know it that same strange attraction appeared once more in full, Cindy was once more drawn into Peter's pace, his eyes...the deep hazel-blue pools….
"Cindy? Cindy! Are you alright?" Peter saw Cindy staring out into space...no not into space...at him...This worried Peter, after all, after what they had just been through, it wouldn't be strange for Cindy to have any injuries.
Cindy hearing Peter's calls awoke from her stupor, realizing what she had been doing Cindy blushed and looked down, trying her best to center herself and remember what was important, they were currently in a dire situation, any moment now the Ambulances fuselage could catch fire and send them all off to another plane of existence. Cindy responded and then turned around in haste.
"I understand, I'll get Gwen."
Peter seeing Cindy back in working order felt slightly relieved, though he still had a lingering feeling of worry, feeling as if he was forgetting something.
Peter walked over to the doors whilst listening for any outside noises for any possible coming danger. After Peter reached the doors he saw their present state firsthand up and close and realized, once again, he had no way of getting through this without using his true strength. He might not even be able to open a passage out even with his true strength, after all, this was by far the toughest test of strength Peter would have undergone to date.
Peter overlooked his shoulder and saw Cindy gently lifting Gwen, he thought no further on keeping things secret and then placed his hands in-between the largest 'crack' between the two doors, with a grunt, Peter pushed and pulled as hard as he could.
A metal screeching noise moaned out as Peter slowly forced open a path out of the vehicle, the doors were slowly but surely coming open, Peter realized that opening a way out was in fact far easier than he thought it would be, it seemed as if, if Peter so wished he could easily rip open a hole in solid steel let alone these flimsy and bent shut doors.
Though Peter could immediately bust through these doors, he didn't wish to attract too much attention and thus slowly forced them open while doing his best to appear labored whilst doing so.
Cindy after picking up Gwen looked up at Peter and saw him doing the impossible, whatever attraction she was feeling for Peter, at this point in time seemed to have doubled, her breathing grew labored just as Peter's did, though for a different reason entirely.
As light slowly crept its way into the dark confines of the Ambulances carriages wreckage, a cacophony of noises soon followed, the previously muted scream's, yells, car's honking and a variety of other panicked noises blared into the trio's ears, though Peter with his heightened senses was able to hear all of these previous noises more clearly than Cindy, it, in the end, didn't change the fact that the atmosphere had changed immensely after Peter opened the doors.
Cindy now hearing the surrounding noise once more recognized exactly what kind of situation they were in. Though she was fairly level-headed, what with all the strange circumstances surrounding Peter and herself, she had somewhat numbed herself to it all, now however, it was all coming back to her.
Cindy restrained whatever strange feelings she was having at the moment as well as the intense curiosity she had, about Peter's show of ridiculous strength, she centered herself for the N-th time today, she only hoped she could control herself long enough this time around.
Peter looked back towards Cindy the moment he had opened the doors and saw Cindy's various changing facial expressions. He had some idea of what was going through her head right now, with or without his heightened senses or whatever this newly gained mental connection was.
He knew Cindy well enough without all of these additives to the situation to know that she was suffering from some serious mental instability issues, hell, even he himself was having trouble coming to terms and grips with everything that was happening.
But his past experience was reigning supreme in that genius little mind of his at the moment, he knew that now wasn't the time to indulge in a bout of curiosity.
Peter spoke up both gently and firmly.
"Cindy here, hand me Gwen. We're going to do our best to get out of here as quickly as possible, there's obviously something weird going on outside right now, I need you to move as quickly as possible to keep up with me, we're gonna get you and Gwen out of here asap."
Cindy hearing a peculiarity in Peter's words asked him as she gently passed Gwen's limp person to Peter.
"...What about you?"
Peter hearing Cindy's words knew she caught on to his intentions.
"...I'm gonna focus on getting you two out, after that I'm gonna come and check up on the driver of the Ambulance...you heard what happened earlier...one of the EMT's got...taken by whatever that thing that moved the ambulance was."
"What?! No, Peter! That's crazy! Suicidal even, leave this kinda stuff to the Police!"
Cindy, as Peter expected, had quite the visceral reaction to hearing his intentions, Peter sighed and said. "Cindy, enough, we don't have time for this, you yourself saw what happened, you saw my strength...if I can help someone, someone who's right in front of me, If I can save someone...with this strength of mine, there's no way I can ignore things...Cindy you know my Uncle Ben, don't you?"
"?" Cindy hearing this grew confused, what reason did Peter have to bring up his Uncle right now?
"He's always telling me something...apparently it's something my grandfather always used to say...with great power comes great responsibility...I don't really understand all of the intricacies involved in such a broad phrase...but I know that If I just run away, only helping out those who are important to me...I'll most definitely be abandoning the words of my family...the words that guided my Father, Uncle, and Grandfather. I don't want to be that kind of man…"
Cindy, for almost too long, just stared at Peter….this stupid boy just had to say the right things at the wrong times, didn't he…
Peter without waiting for Cindy to come to terms with his words impatiently grabbed her arm and shook it, trying to wake her from her stillness and said.
"Cindy, C'mon, we have to get out of here."
Peter quickly saw that Cindy had regained herself, he saw her look of helplessness and understood that she understood he wouldn't be changing his mind anytime soon.
Peter looked out towards the blinding light blaring through the doors and pulled Cindy out of the doors, Gwen still passed out and strewn over his shoulders.
As the trio walked out into the light, a rather disorderly scene greeted them, without a care for whether or not the young ones were ready to see such scenes, it seemed that regardless of anyone's feelings, the world was intent on an abrupt awakening from the daily drawl.
The first thing Peter saw, was a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life, a complete shock to the senses. Now don't misunderstand, Peter's intentions were true, everything he told Cindy earlier were his true and sincere feelings on the current matter.
However, seeing carnage and bloodshed for the first time in his fairly sheltered life, other than the day that he hardly remembered when he went berserk, this was undoubtedly the first time Peter saw such horror.
In front of the wrecked and rolled over Ambulances doors was a 'vehicle' of sorts….or at least it used to be one.
This wreck of a vehicle was toppled over itself, its front hood area was so squashed into itself it was difficult to tell exactly what type of vehicle it might have once been, from what Peter could see...and make sense of, this was once a small four-door sedan, it's current form was that of a mangled and smashed 'box' of metal, the wreckage total and unchangeable nor salvageable.
This sight, however, wasn't what haunted Peter's mind...it was the interior of the vehicle that truly hurt Peter's psyche...from what Peter could make up of the situation, this Vehicle, prior to the 'accident' was transporting something...no, someone.
Though it was currently impossible to see through the carnage to try and get an idea of the possible details of the person who once drove the vehicle, judging by large amounts of hair scattered and blowing through the wind, as well as the fact that the person's clothing seemed to be somewhat effeminate...the chances were that this 'person' was a woman. As for age or detailed facial features, they were currently impossible to decipher, as the 'woman's' face was currently 'smashed' into the steering wheel.
Whatever sort of face this woman once had...was now practically nonexistent. The woman's head had more than likely smashed headfirst into the steering wheel at the moment of impact. The crown of her head, sporting her once blonde hair was now blown open, brain matter and shards of her skull 'decorated' the driver's front seating area.
The front driving area, where the pedals of the vehicle could be found was now, completely and utterly squeezed shut, the woman's lower half still currently residing in its placed area at the moment of impact, in other words, completely squished in between her seat and the impact forced pedal area.
Blood and gore danced around the front seating area, as the car was currently flipped over, the woman's blood and mashed innards were slowly but surely leaking out onto the cold and unforgiving street. Luckily or unluckily from what Peter could tell the back-seat area was in remarkably good condition. IT seemed that this was the car that had rammed hood first into the Ambulances right side.
Though this took a moment to describe, Peter took in all this visual information at a lightning-quick pace. Seeing this horrendous sight, Peter quickly turned around and covered Cindy's eyes. Doing his best to shield her from the horrible wreckage.
Cindy herself was startled by Peter's remarkably quick change of pace.
"Pete, what's going on?"
Peter remained silent for a few moments, before responding.
"Cindy, just trust me...let me carry you in my arms for a bit, we have to get out of here as quick as possible. I want you to keep your eyes shut…"
"What? Peter, whatever it is, I can handle it-"
As Cindy was accosting Peter, she reached for his hands covering her eyes, though before Cindy could finish her plea, Peter shouted.
"Cindy!-Just trust me…"
Cindy hearing Peter's imploring tone...something she had never heard Peter use, fear took root in her heart, in her moment of doubt she chose to believe in Peter and removed her hands.
Before long Cindy spoke up, "Well? Are you going to get us out of her or not?"
Peter hearing her, spoke up in doubt.
"Are your eyes closed?"
"You should be able to feel that, shouldn't you? Huh, Mr. Handsy?"
Peter, hearing Cindy's words, shook for a moment in realization and then almost had the impulse to blurt out in wry laughter.
However, given his current solemn mood, Peter let the moment pass, in fear of disrespecting the recently passed woman.
Peter then picked up Cindy in his arms, laying her into what could be called a 'Princess Carry' or more commonly known as a 'Bridal Carry'.
Peter took one final look into the car, neglecting to use his more heightened senses to try and see if she was still alive. After all, one look at the poor soul and any one person would know she no longer resided in the current realm.
Though Peter, for some reason felt as if something strange was going on in the area, he ended up allocating the strange sensation to nerves after all the recent happenings.
Unfortunately, Peter had no way of knowing, that right next to the wrecked vehicle stood two spectral figures, both those of female forms. If one were to take a close look at the woman in the wreckage and then compare it to the woman nearest to the wreckage, they would notice a startling amount of similarities ranging from the clothing the two wore to their hair and body size, though the woman's clothing in the wreckage were no doubt damaged and stained. whereas the spectral figures' clothing looked to be brand new.
Yes, this spectral figure was, in fact, the woman who had passed in the accident. This woman was currently sobbing incoherently, though she wasn't sobbing at the side of her body at the moment, as most might expect. No, currently she was looking towards the wrecked vehicles miraculously intact back seating area. A few words broke through her heart-wrenching cries.
"No….my-my Baby girl...please...she's still so young…..please come back….save her…."
If one were to carefully peer into the back seating, one would notice a child round the age of 2-3 years, hanging from her car seat's seatbelt, which had fastened at the moment of impact. Atop this young girl's head laid a large gash upon her right temple, as well, as slight bruising across her forehead. Due to the fact that the child was currently upside down an uncommon amount of blood was currently leaving the young child's small body. Almost too large an amount for a child her age...if she wasn't soon aided out of her current position and brought to medical attention...death was certain.
Blood loss, however, wasn't the only threat, for it seemed the child may even have some internal issues, it seemed she had taken a nasty head injury mid-crash...the bruising was just a slight look into things.
It seemed the combined sight of the horrendous visage in the front seat as well as the fact that the car wasn't facing horizontally from the ambulances perspective, had blinded the young Peter from seeing the child. If he had listened in for any nearby heartbeats he would have no doubt heard the weak yet steady beats of the child's heart.
Beside the hysterically grieving woman, stood a wondrously beautiful black-cloaked visage. To those in the know, they would immediately recognize this impossibly beautiful woman, this halfway hooded woman, was Death, the gorgeous life taker, the only woman a man on his deathbed would dare to turn away.
Death was currently looking towards the boy who was carrying a total of two young women on his shoulders and in his arms. Her obsidian pools no longer all the way black, her sclera, a common white, same as any human. It seemed she was a human as any other on Terra, though her beauty and manner of dress set her apart from any normal or average human. She sighed and then stopped looking at Peters retreating visage and then looked towards her current ward, the young woman who died too soon, even by her accounts…
It seems that 'that' time was truly upon them. The age of Warriors. Whether it be on Terra...Earth or on all of the other planets, there had been a marked increase in unplanned or un-recorded deaths. Right now an uncountable number of her Avatars were all guiding many recently passed souls into reincarnation or those evil ones to purgatory, or even those with enough accolades into paradise.
Such unbalance was a direct sign of the coming times, of the changes that were about to occur...and to know that a good amount of those changes were that purple 'Titans' fault...to know that he was doing all of this for her...whether she wanted it or not...was unbearable.
Death sighed in an almost ethereal fashion, bringing the young woman's attention back onto her.
The Spectral form of the recently passed woman looked unto death and pleaded through her tears.
"Please show mercy, she's only a child...she's so young, just give her a chance…"
Death hearing her pleas, sighed once more, this time beleaguered by who knows how many years of sadness...sadness at her own existence, her orders which she detested...She sighed no more and responded, doing her utmost to sound as gentle as possible.
"Young one, as much as I would like...that is not up to me, Your child's life is currently in limbo, out of my reach yet not within 'lifes' grasp...I know this must be difficult to understand. The most I can do is wait here with you...if someone on the plane of life comes and saves her, then you will be able to see that she has a chance at survival, if not, then she will pass...same as you...the most I can do is let you two pass together, should that be the case…"
The Woman hearing Deaths words shuddered even more, thinking back on that young man's words from earlier.
If she heard correctly he would be coming back to check up on the driver of the Ambulance he was earlier residing in.
Death seemingly guessing the poor souls' thoughts, spoke up.
"You may not know it, but that boy from earlier...he's quite the special existence. Unlike many others to have ever existed…"
The woman hearing this looked towards Death once more and asked with renewed hope in her eyes.
"Is it...is it possible he could save her?"
"...I don't know, I only know that he holds the potential to do either great things or catastrophic deeds…"
The young woman took a moment to respond, yet when she did her cries had lessened to an extent.
"...I believe…."
"...why?"
"...Because I have to; that boy…is the reason he was shining so brightly, because of his potential future?"
Death hearing the woman's words grew frighteningly shocked.
"You could see his Souls Aura?"
"...?, I don't know what that is…"
Death seeing the soul's confusion, understood immediately where she had erred and then asked.
"You said, you saw him glowing?"
The woman nodded through her tears, "He was glowing a bright golden."
Death's confusion only grew, for a moment she thought that the soul she was currently aiding through her passing, was, in fact, a gifted soul reader, the same as she had once been. However, hearing that the glow the woman was talking about was golden instead of the usual blue aura a soul exuded, grew to be quite startled.
It seemed that the woman wasn't, in fact, a soul reader, but instead, it was more than likely that Peter himself that was the strange one...possibly something to do with the many divinities he had recently taken on...Death decided she would watch Peter even more closely from now on…
Death took this time to speak up.
"I see, then maybe what you said is true."
The woman, hearing death's complacent 'agreement', looked towards the direction the boy had headed in and then back towards her daughter, her little girl, who was currently passed out in the back seat of the sedan. She spoke out in conviction.
"In that case...he will save her...theres no way a light that gentle and beautiful could be something evil…"
Death hearing the woman's words smiled a bit, then thought back to young Peters actions, his selflessness in trying to protect his 'friends'. His determination to come back here for the chance at helping a random stranger after he had helped the two women by his side.
It seemed that there may very well be a possibility that young Peter Parker could be a force for good after all.
...
As Peter trekked his way down the wrecked street he came across many other car wrecks, though none were as bad as the 'Totaled' vehicle from earlier.
Peter finally realized that the situation was far worse then what he had previously considered.
He saw many other people who were in need of aid, people yelling out, trapped inside of their cars, taxis and all. It was almost darkly humorous that the very devices that were installed to protect them were, in fact, imprisoning them.
Though the irony wasn't lost on Peter, he currently had no time to aid them, as, after all, he was currently carrying two of his most important people around himself at the moment, on his shoulders and in his hands.
The people's calls were harkening upon Peters innate desire to aid those in need, this need, was more than likely imprinted upon himself due to the way his life had gone, whether due to his unknown parents being 'war heroes' or his adoptive parents being damn near 'saints'.
All the sights around Peter began to blur out as he focused on getting Gwen and Cindy to safety.
The pleas and cries, Peter did his best to remember them as clearly as possible, so that when he came back this way around he would be able to aid them in full or at least point someone in their direction.
Before long Peter began to recognize his surroundings, it seemed as luck would have it he was heading to the Baxter Building.
Cindy, having kept her eyes closed for so long grew tired of keeping them closed as well as exhausted from keeping herself in check, after all, she had been in Peter's arm's this whole while. It was beginning to wear her down, more than likely even more than walking or running this entire way would have.
Though she didn't know exactly why Peter didn't want her to open her eyes, she could still hear the people's cries for help...and it wasn't anywhere near comforting.
Normally in this kind of situation, emergency teams would have already responded to this kind of scenario, yet for some reason, she hadn't heard a single siren or official in response to the variety of scattered sounds.
This wasn't a good sign, it more than likely implied some sort of emergency situation was going on, one that was preventing the official response teams from...well responding.
Tough Cindy couldn't see the situation, Peter himself could, in ever-improving clarity. The streets were far too backed up for any sort of vehicle to get by. The only chance of response teams to make their way through the blockade of traffic would be on foot and there were far too many people in need of help for the response teams to reach the people in time. Unless every EMT, Fireman, Police Officer, as well as qualified volunteers, were called into duty at once, there would be no way for them to respond to such a scenario on time.
Cindy having grown truly impatient asked Peter. "Pete, can you let me down now?"
Peter hearing Cindy, realized he had carried her for too long, far past the gruesome scene of earlier.
Peter slowly lowered her legs down to the earth once more, holding on to her in case her legs had grown numb, not realizing his caring actions were, in fact, hurriedly tearing through Cindy's resistances towards him.
Once Cindy had her feet on the street floor, she took a moment to catch her balance and then while almost pushing Peter away furthered her distance from him. Her face still red, yet she didn't look away this time.
She looked him in the eyes and then proceeded to look at her current surroundings.
Peter himself took notice of Cindy's actions when she had distanced herself and then finally remembered their earlier attraction to each other, though for some reason, ever since the surrounding danger had encroached upon them, his attraction for Cindy had mellowed out.
Though it was still there it was almost unnoticeable at the moment, Peter himself could control his feeling's and thus he assumed Cindy was the same and yet considering her reactions as of late and all of her earlier strange actions, it made it clear to see, she was, in fact, still under the attractions influence.
If things were calmer and not so precarious, Peter would have noticed things immediately, however, reality was hardly ever so kind.
Peter now piecing things together, put away the slight hurt he had felt when Cindy had pushed him away, he then heard something that brought him back to life.
A voice, a voice so familiar to Peter it wouldn't be strange for him to hear it in his dreams, a voice that brought both comfort and respect to mind.
"Ben, over here! There's another one trapped, it looks like the door is snapped shut, we have to either break open the window or force open the door, Johnny, Reed, help him and try and open the door!"
Peter, hearing this voice, looked for its point of origin. Before he could grasp it, he heard yet another voice call out.
"Stretch, Kid, the metal isn't too bent out of shape, with a few good tugs' we could pull the door open!"
"Ben, you grab the handle, Johnny you the lower half, I'll take the top from the window! On the count of three, pull!"
The three voices then sounded in unison, " " " One, Two, Three! " " "
Peter finally found the source, or rather 'sources' of those ever-familiar voices.
Seeing Sue helping an injured woman, whom was holding her head with one hand and unsteadily walking whilst holding on to Sue with the other, walk to the side of the street before having her sit on the curb and checking her basic condition.
Not too far away were the trio of Ben, Johnny and Reed trying their damndest to pry open a slightly bent locked car door where a slightly injured and passed out male was sitting, unconscious in his seat, in a taxi, the woman was more than likely the customer who was formerly sitting in the backseat. It seemed this taxi had a plexiglass divider in place, separating the backseat and front, hence the reason they couldn't simply pull the man out from the back. On the other side of the vehicle was a loaded semi-truck, which seemed to be parked in place and more than likely immovable.
Peter could see them so well, only due to his excellent vision, neither Cindy to his side nor could the familiar group of four could see Peter's trio well enough to recognize them, due to the distance between the two groups.
Peter grabbed Cindy's hand, regardless of her current feelings of unrest, and pulled her along, trekking towards the four. In hope of aiding them and having Susan check up on Gwen.
Cindy seeing Peters' new gusto in moving wanted to ask what was going on but in the end, she kept silent.
Once the trio reached close enough to the Four, Peter called out to them.
"Susan, Hey! Over here!"
Susan, after making sure there were no serious outward injuries on the woman, was in the middle of standing up once more and turning to walk towards the trio currently trying to pry open the car door, she heard Peter's voice call out.
Susan unlike her usual self stiffened up and then proceeded to look in the direction of the voice calling out to her.
Whether by instinct or some magical happening, Susan managed to immediately find Peter in the crowded street, she locked eyes with him. Susan immediately felt a warmth surge in her eyes, if not for her years of experience in school or business in hiding her emotions, she would have no doubt started tearing up right then and there.
Susan saw Peter hurriedly walk towards her group of four, relief and worry in his eyes. Whilst watching the young man walk forwards, Susan thought back a little while, thinking about what had made her group of four decide to come down and aid the people currently in trouble.
Baxter Building - 20 Minutes Prior
"Johnny, would you close that window, it's freezing outside!"
Susan Storm was currently sitting in front of the dining bar in the kitchen area of the Baxter Buildings Penthouse Loft's Laboratory.
In front of her at the moment was a Bowl of cereal, as well as a stack document's, more than likely lab details or records.
She was turned around at the waist at the moment and slightly glaring Johnny down. Johnny, however, was currently standing in front of one of the many penthouse windows, he had somehow or another managed to pry open one of the safety locks and was enjoying a, by his standards, pleasant breeze.
Johnny responded to Susan without turning around.
"Cool it, sis, you may be cold but I'm hot! Besides I'm pretty sure the only reason you're so cold is because of that skirt you're wearing...wonder who you put that on for...? Reed? Is Peter coming over today?"
Susan hearing her brother's snarky comment's squinted her eyes whilst continuing to glare...before long Johnny felt that his sister not responding to his 'quirky' quip to be strange and turned to look at Susan. As he did he saw a rather dangerous look coming his way, growing up alongside his sister, he knew full well how dangerous Susan's current look was.
He thought to himself, 'What? Was I right? She normally doesn't get like this unless she all kinds a' pissy or she's embarrassed...I don't remember her being pist earlier...so who is it? Reed or Peter...no way, Reed's too old and Peter...well he's younger than me….eww'
"Jonathan Lowell Spencer Storm! If you don't close that window right no-"
[Ring~Ring~Ring]
Before Susan could finish her 'threat', she heard a Phone ringing interrupt her words, she knew for a fact that it was her own phone, her cell going off. Believe it or not, this was, in fact, a rarity, Susan hardly ever gave out her number, she would give it only to her truly close friends or family and co-workers, if someone wanted to get in touch with her for business reasons she had a business email that was used fairly often.
Considering one of her two family members was in front of her that only left so many people and options.
Thus she didn't consider not taking the call, regardless if she was in the mood to talk over the phone. Susan put aside her current feelings of embarrassment of being 'seen' through...even though she herself hadn't even noticed she had dressed up. Though it was true Peter was coming over later today to discuss something with Reed.
Looking at her phone and seeing an unfamiliar number, she frowned slightly and pursed her lips, thinking over the possibilities she hesitated no longer and answered.
"Hello? Susan Storm speaking..."
A somewhat authoritative tone came from Susan's normally gentle voice.
"Susan?" An inquisitive, yet cautious voice answered out, Peter somewhat taken aback by Susan's voice.
"Peter? Is that you?" Susan's voice mellowed out and returned to her gentle tone, yet there was an inquisitive undertone present.
"Yeah, it's me." Peter's voice returned to its normal timbre with it's slight Queens accent.
"Why didn't you say so?" A playful tone coming through Susan's voice, though she herself couldn't tell a slight smile had graced her face.
Johnny seeing Susan, acting in such an 'unfamiliar' manner, somewhat creeped him out. A shiver danced its way down his spine.
Though he soon saw her smile freeze up, then disappear altogether, a frown now found its home upon her entire face and worry in her eyes.
Seeing this, Johnny slightly closed the window. Leaving only the tiniest crack to allow fresh air through the window.
He walked over to his sister's side, his earlier snarky attitude, as well as cautiousness was gone.
"I see...do you feel any discomfort?...a fever perhaps...pain or numbness? No?...I'll prep the workrooms and labs...Just bring her along as well, I'll explain things to her mother..understood...see you soon."
Johnny hearing only one side of the conversation take place grew increasingly perplexed. A feeling of nervousness and worry grew with each passing word. By the end of the phone call, he was practically at his wit's end, about to lose himself in the desire to shoot off questions like a Tommy gun.
Susan, seeing her brother antsy state spoke up and explained the current situation regarding Peter's and Cindy's 'bite'.
She told him they would be on their way soon and that she needed help prepping the rooms and all the necessary equipment.
By the end of her explanation, Johnny had calmed down somewhat and a calm yet solemn air surrounded his facial features.
Just as he was about to stand up and head to the Med Room to help Susan prepare for their incoming 'patients', Reed walked out from his lab, phone in hand, against his head, a smile on his face.
"Mhmm, I'm glad to hear it, Victor. You have no idea how far we've come in recent times!...Well, I had a little help, from someone I'm sure you'll never guess...haha good! I'm right in front of Susan and Johnny, I'll let them know!... Alright till next time."
Susan and Johnny hearing the name 'Victor' as well as seeing the smile currently plastered all over Reed's face, we're able to piece together who exactly Reed was speaking to over the phone, though if it weren't for the current circumstances they would be rather pleased, as of right now they only had one thing going through their minds.
Reed finally hanging up the phone looked to Susan and Johnny's forms, so absolutely pleased at the news that Victor had given him, that he hadn't actually noticed the macabre mood around the two.
"Susan, Johnny, great news! Victor said things are starting to look up, on his side of things, not only that but he said he may have found us a prospective sponsor!"
Reed finished with his statement full of vigor, finally noticed he wasn't getting a response, not the happy and joyous response he had expected, no not even a peep let alone the joy he thought he'd share with the two.
Thus Reed opened his eyes once more out of their squinted state.
What he saw however wasn't anything like what he had presumed, he saw a solemn atmosphere alongside an almost impatient anxiousness.
"Reed, that's great...but we received some news of our own...Peter's been in an accident…"
Susan began to explain things to Reed and as she did, Reed's once happy look soon grew rather solemn itself, if Peter were present he would find this look truly startling, after all, it was a look he had never seen.
An expression that hardly came over Reed's handsome features, Susan and Johnny both knew exactly what that face meant, it was the look on Reed's face for when he was truly disappointed, it was the face he wore in most business meetings as well as when he was...rageful.
After Susan had finished her explanation, Reed immediately spoke up in spite.
"Damn that Osborn...When will he stop! Susan, we can't let this rest, whether Peter or his friend are in any sort of true danger or not. This kind of thing can't be allowed to rest! The possible implications are too large, a radioactively genetically modified creature attacked a teenage child of fourteen years of age! Peter's life could be potentially cut short!"
Susan hearing all of this awoke to the possibilities inherent once more. She was so worried for Peter's life she had almost completely forgotten who was truly at fault...if anything major happened to Peter…she would make sure Oscorp never had another peaceful day…
"Don't worry Reed...I'll handle this 'appropriately'…"
Johnny and Reed both felt a chill go down their spines, Johnny himself thought that his sister really was a bit too attached to Peter, don't misunderstand. Johnny liked Peter about as much as he could, the dude was smart, kind and funny, albeit a bit quirky. But it remained that the two hadn't spent as much time together as Reed and his Sister.
Reed, on the other hand, recognized that look, he himself had only seen it once before. It was around the first or second month he had known her, apparently, something had happened to Johnny at his school at the time, he saw Susan answer a phone call and saw her expression slowly deteriorate, after the call had finished she simply said she had something to take care of, some few days later Johnny had graduated far before he should have and was soon to begin studying at the then Baxter 'Foundation'. Neither Susan nor Johnny spoke of what had gone down…
Seeing Susan's current expression, had subconsciously tightened one thought in Reed's mind...that Susan thought of Peter as a younger brother….little did he know that it would cost him dearly somewhere down the line.
Susan spoke up somewhat authoritatively.
"Johnny prep the med-room, Reed could you please help me in the lab, we're going to need to run some tests on two patients. I need to make a phone call, the girl's mother is apparently a scientist herself, I'm sure she'll want the details of the current happenings, that and we'll need permissions before we can do anything for her."
As the three went about their respective 'duties', before long some time had passed, as Susan had finished contacting Mrs. Nari Moon, and got her permission to check up on her daughter, Susan realized it was almost time for Peter to be here, she began to wait for a call or for the front office to inform them of visitors.
Reed and Johnny had finished their jobs as well and came out around the same time, the two seeing Susan waiting on the couch looking at her phone, sighed internally and then walked over to her sides and sat down as well.
Reed took this time to speak up.
"I called Ben, he should be here in a few minutes, it seems he's in a lab a few floors down, he was helping move things around or something."
"Mmm, thank you, Reed."
"No problem."
Johnny seeing the somber and worrying air, decided to speak up as well.
"Sis, I'm sure Peter's fine...he's a freaking tough dude, do you remember the first time we met him?"
Susan, hearing her brother's attempt at cheering her up, wanted to crack the slightest smile to let the two men next to her know that she was alright. Yet, regardless of what she wanted she simply couldn't, Susan herself didn't know why but the moment she heard of what had happened, it was like a shroud had been thrown over her heart and mind. Regardless of all the rational thoughts running through her mind, her mood simply couldn't be lifted, only pushed aside.
Susan gave up on smiling and took to replying.
"Yeah, you're righ-"
Mid-sentence a noise broke through the atmosphere, a muted and somewhat muffled [Bang] broke through the room, echoing about.
Susan, Reed and Johnny, all stopped for a second, then proceeded to look towards the slightly ajar window.
Susan then looked to her brother with a sneer on her lips and a glare in her eyes…
Johnny, seeing this, nervously chuckled a slight bit, then proceeded to the window. The three lived in Manhatten, New York, the idea of a car accident wasn't a strange one, thus they didn't put any major thought into it.
As Johnny approached the window to close it, he looked out the window to try and see if he could find the wreck, as an automobile fanatic, car wrecks were like holy and sinful occasions to the boy, a truly conflicting emotion took possession over of his mind whenever he saw one. It was truly difficult to look away from one if he saw one.
"...Um, guys...Peter's supposed to be coming from Oscop directly right?..."
Johnny more than likely due to the clear weather today, saw an Ambulance wreck in the middle of an intersection a few blocks away...coming directly from Oscorps direction.
If he remembered correctly...Peter was supposed to be coming in an Ambulance
Susan and Reed both looked to Johnny and nodded almost imperceptibly whilst vocally calling out a " " Yes. " ".
"Then we might have a prob—what the fuck is that?!"
Johnny mid-sentence let out a vulgarity as well as an exclamation, truly giving sign to his immense shock, after all, Johnny rarely cursed in front of his sister.
Reed and Susan hearing all this finally felt a decent amount of unease flow through themselves. The two stood up and hurriedly walked to the window side, next to Johnny.
What they could barely see, was a truly remarkable sight.
The car accident taking place, in the middle of an intersection a few blocks away wasn't actually all too shocking, no it was the 'gigantic' cloud of sandy brown 'stuff' floating in the middle of the street, though it didn't look completely solid, it remained that it's horizontal surface area took up about as much space as two cars altogether.
Any more in-depth details simply couldn't be made out from such a long distance.
The trio stood stock still, Johnny and Reed both were in absolute shock at seeing what looked like a mini 'Sandstorm' in the middle of a New York street. Susan however, was stuck stock-still, straining her eyes trying her best to look into the Ambulances confines.
Before a word could be said between the trio, the 'sandstorm' began pushing the Ambulance further along...sending Susan's heart further into turmoil. The storm then began to converge towards the front of the toppled over Ambulance, it could be seen grabbing a person out of it and then flying off a bit of a ways' away…then all of a sudden,
[GROOOOOAAHAHAAAH]
Following the piercing noise which had traveled all the way to the Baxter Building's Penthouse Loft, the sound of an Elevator door opening could be heard before a concerned Benjamin Grimm's voice called out.
"Hey guys, any news?"
Back to the Present - Manhatten Streets
Susan then thought back to the following events, how the entirety of the Baxter Building's staff, all those who were qualified to aid the current situation were called in.
How the four of them trudged ahead of the group to try and reach what could be Peter's Ambulance...her fear of finding Peters cold and long-dead corpse…
Of how regardless of how much she wanted to move on ahead and ignore every single other person they came across, her very inner self didn't allow her to ignore all of the people she saw injured…
To think that he would come to them...while carrying a person on his shoulders and dragging another by the hand.
Susan felt one of the greatest burdens she had ever shouldered begin to lift away, slowly but surely, as she saw him, somehow she knew he was going to be alright, whether, from the accident or 'bite' she had heard about...after all, he always managed to do the impossible.
Waking her from her revelry she heard a small crash take place to her left, turning she saw Ben, Reed, and Johnny falling over, after a closer look she saw what was once the car door handle in Ben's hands.
By this time Peter had approached the group, seeing what had just happened and then seeing the unconscious man through the car window, he realized what it was they were trying to do.
Peter stopped and looked back at Cindy only to find her breathing stable, though a strange look was present on her face. Peter spoke up and said.
"Cindy, Here, take Gwen. Go and talk to Susan," At this point whilst carefully handing Gwen to Cindy, Peter looked towards Susan as a reference of who he was talking about. "She's my Doctor, she can help her and you both...I'm going, alright?"
Cindy hearing this, had a sour expression grow on her face, but she didn't speak up this time, she nodded and walked over to Susan and began to explain things.
Peter himself walked over to the group of men who were now in the midst of standing up once more.
Peter then said. "Hey guys, let's catch up later, I'm going to help open this door, then there are some more people that need help from the way I came."
The trio as much as they wanted to ask for details kept relatively quiet and began to walk towards the car door once more. Before they could reach their destination however Peter spoke up once more.
"Hold on, I have an idea."
The trio then halted and waited on the side, seeing Peter walk up to the car and then grab onto the luggage railings on top of the taxi then balance himself whilst hanging on to the car, feet towards the door, looking like a monkey throwing fit.
Johnny spoke up, "Pete, what are you doing?"
Ben also saw fit to speak up, "Kid we don't have time for this stuff, we have to help these people as quickly as possible so-"
Ben was interrupted by Reed, who had placed his hand on Ben's shoulder.
"Ben, Johnny, trust Peter, he's plenty smart himself."
Reed spoke up in defense of Peter.
Peter ignored all of their comments and then steadied himself once more, then Peter swung away from the taxi by pushing against the car door with his feet, though Peter kept his hands secured on the railing, thus Peter eventually began a downward swing and right before he would have landed normally on the car door once more, Peter kicked out with his leg's.
[Bammm]
The trio as well as Susan, Cindy, Gwen, and the injured woman looked over.
With a closer look they noticed Peter had kicked not on the door itself, but on the side of the door, he had dented the metal and made way for a decent grip space on the car door.
Peter continued this process a total of three times, making four different 'handgrips'. When he finished he looked towards the trio who were now looking at him funnily.
Ben, Reed, Johnny were all looking at him with different looks of disbelief, curiosity, and annoyance.
Johnny the one with the annoyed face spoke up, "Seems like we were worried for nothing, seeing that blood on your shirt I assumed the worst, looks like you're as chipper as ever, huh, bud?"
Ben was the one in disbelief, after all, he himself knew how hard it was to bend or indent the metal of that area on a car, the hood, sure, even a child could do it if they tried hard enough, the center of the car door, a decent amount of force would do it, but the bar-like area between doors was, in fact, one of the strongest areas on a car...
Reed, however, was curious, he too knew that to do what Peter just did, it would take a tremendous amount of force. Reed began to play through Peter's motions in his mind, trying to understand how exactly Peter's swings prior to his kicks could generate enough force to do it. Little did he know that Peter had just used the swing kicks as a cover of sorts, after all, he didn't want to show 'everyone' his strength.
Peter not wanting an exorbitant amount of attention on himself began to call out for help.
"You guys c'mon, let open this thing and get a move on, people out there need help."
The trio then came back to life, rushed to the car door and each reached for a prospective grip.
Reed called out once more, "On the count of three! One, Two, Three, Heave!"
As the four of them pulled, they immediately pulled open the door it swung open almost sending the four flying, Peters tumble nothing more than an act.
This series of events began to trouble Reed, as a genius of a man, he was constantly calculating things in his mind, though he had initially thought that it would be possible to open the door, in fact after their first failure he began to doubt his initial calculations.
But yet the moment Peter showed up things just seemed to work out, he made the grips which would no doubt increase leverage in moving the door, yet he felt something was off…
Peter, after helping the guys move the man to Susan's side, for her to check up on him, looked to the men and said.
"Guys like I said earlier, there are more people that need help further along the way I came from. We need to gather some people up and go help those still trapped."
Reed spoke up. "Peter, it's good to see you so well, I have a few questions at the moment but you're right. People are in need of help at the moment. We have already mobilized the majority of the staff of the Baxter Building, they should be here soon."
Peter, having heard this let loose a sigh of relief. He then focused his hearing, and took a deep whiff of the air, trying his best to locate the crowd of volunteers.
It took only a second or two for Peter to hear them and smell them, he was able to tell they were on the move, it seems they had split into two groups themselves, an advanced one to help people out of precarious situations, another trailing behind to do a basic check-up and then in-depth first-aid care.
The leading group would be here soon maybe in a matter of seconds to two minutes.
'Seeing' that, Peter then looked towards Susan, and then spoke out.
"Susan, I'm going to leave Gwen and Cindy here with you, take care of them alright?"
Susan hearing Peter's words could sense he was going to go back out there, she unlike the slightly immature Cindy was able to see Peter's determination immediately. Thus she knew no matter what she said both Peter and Johnny were going to go out there and help the people...thus she simply smiled and said.
"Be careful Peter, you too Johnny, I'll be waiting back her to patch up anyone you send back here," Saying this she raised her First-Aid Box which looked like it was already running low on supplies.
Peter saw through her smile and let loose a slight smile of his own, then looked to Cindy to see she wasn't even looking at him at the moment.
Cindy was currently sitting beside Gwen, her hand holding Gwen's own, she simply said.
"Go already, you jerk…"
Though the words she spoke were curt, the tone in which she delivered them was in fact quite sweet.
Peter knew she was upset, yet he also knew that she knew he couldn't be stopped. It seemed he would have many a thing to talk to her about when all of this was done...just imagining that she would be the first out of his friend group that he would explain things too, kind of rattled his mind. He always imagined MJ would have been the first he told…
Peter then looked towards where the crowd was coming from then towards the trio of men and said.
"They're almost here, at that time, you guys will have to inform them to listen to me, I remembered exactly where all of the people I had passed earlier are, so If I point there, chances are there will be someone there."
Ben spoke up in response.
"You got it short stuff, you point and we'll follow."
Peter knew that even if he did miss anyone over his run, his heightened senses would pick up on them as they went by this time. Just thinking of the impending headache that would come from overusing his abilities...sent Peter's mind spinning.
A group of hushed murmurs sounded out and then a few distant shadows soon appeared, Peter looked towards the group and asked.
"Are you ready?"
The group nodded as Ben approached the aid team approaching, Peter looked towards where he had come from and silently said.
"I'm coming...no, we're coming so just hold on a little bit longer…"
*Authors Note*
Hey Y'all, hope you liked the chapter...this one was surprisingly difficult to write, I had hoped to write it in about 1-2 days like I used to, however, it ended up taking longer than I would have hoped. I wonder if that's what Writers Block feels like...though I doubt it.
I went through revision after revision before this one finally stuck, I know it's not my best but I no doubt think it was the best of my recent attempts, hopefully, you all enjoyed it because it sucked writing it.
My buddy Josh took like a day to edit it, and he informed me that there may be some typos he missed. He himself is a pretty busy guy and he is an amateur proofreader so no harsh vibes, okay? Not that any of you have been rude but just in case y'know?
Next chapter some ish will go down, so any of you hoping for an immediate conclusion might need to wait a while.
Another thing, I've had a few PM's come my way about when Peter will become Spider-man, how many suits he's gonna have, what will be his main one ext., ext...to that I say, not for a while, not too long obviously but, a decent amount of time.
Also when it comes to his suits or other tech he will be making, he will be going through a variety of different suits at different stages of his life. He will make a new suit when the need arrives or he feels like it, for whatever reason. I genuinely didn't think it would be such a big deal, I've now learned that it is, who duh thunk?
BTW I didn't introduce the Baxter Foundation for no reason, he will work on his own inventions in due time.
This chapter we saw Peter first bout of true Heroism, him having the courage to brave danger for his loved ones and him having the intent to brave danger for random strangers. That might not sound like much but in my opinion, that's major for a fourteen-year-old, especially one who grew up in the same conditions that Peter has, after all, he's been fairly sheltered his entire life, though not to a grand extent.
I'm sorry if the Stories pacing isn't to everyone's desire, but I find it to be necessary for a truly well-written re-telling of Peter's life. This isn't an OC or SI, If I were to just jump into things without expanding upon Peter's life and decisions it would seem rushed and just bad. Thus it won't be changing, sorry, but not sorry.
BTW I think I might be hitting 100K words soon, or maybe I already have? Not sure but I think that's pretty cool :)
I recently caught up to the FanFic The Spider( a FF I love)….It seems If I don't want to copy another person's work I need to change Felicia's later growth spurt quite a bit. Now, mind you this isn't me hating on another person's work or anything like that. I love that FF and I think the Authors a genius.
You see I already have many, many different storylines thought up way ahead of time, I had already thought up of a way for Felicia to powerup later in the story, and while not exactly the same as written by Imjusttryingtofindmyway (I believe that's his name), it still is remarkably close.
Thus I have to change what will happen to Felicia later on in the story, for her to be able to at least somewhat keep up with Peter...poopy.
I've had some time to brainstorm and I think I've come up with something just as good, so no worries!
BTW is anyone as hype for Kingdom Hearts 3 as I am? If so then fuck yeah, the last bit of my childhood is at stake in that game, the nostalgia is so fucking real!
Anyways this was a long Author's Note, so I'll end it here, and as my last few words till the next chapter.
I would like to thank all of you out there for taking the time out of your busy schedules and lives to read this little fanfic of mine, I appreciate it to bits!
To those of you who have followed or favorited and reviewed a special "Thank you!" goes out to all of you! As always your useless author signing out, till next time, MisterMC!