Bit more romance in this chapter :D
Yeah I guess Eve is kinda like Poison Ivy, although I think I'll leave out the ability to charm men haha ;P
I wanted to have a mixture of the thorns/Wolverine and Spiderman's ability to swing from webs which is where the vines came from :-)
Anyway again thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you like it!
I had been selfish. I had spent the day moping and thinking about myself when Peter's Uncle had just been murdered; I hadn't been there for him.
''I have to go,'' I said quickly, jumping off the sofa and grabbing my coat without delay,
''Why? What's wrong?'' Lily frowned in confusion,
''A friend needs me,'' I replied before swiftly leaving the room.
I didn't wait for my aunt to say anything in reply; I was already out of the front door and jogging down the steps. When my feet hit the sidewalk, I pulled up my hood and began to run. I think I could remember the way to his house. The pathways were dark except for the lights from the street lamps and the city. Cars raced past me as I dodged occasional homeless people huddling against the wall or around bins, I was running faster than I'd ever ran before and I wasn't out of breath. As I sprinted past the library it brought memories of how we had walked together, it was only a short time ago but everything had seemed much happier back then.
It only took me five minutes before I was standing outside his house. I jogged up the steps and rang the doorbell, hoping that they were home. That's when Peter came to the door, he seemed to look right past me, his face was gaunt and his eyes were red as though he had been crying. There was a bruise on his jaw and a pattern of bruises on his arm.
''Peter…'' I said, stuck for what to say. But there were no words I could say. I walked forward into the house and wrapped my arms around him, ''I'm so sorry,'' I whispered, feeling my own eyes start to sting. He buried his face in my neck and I could feel warm teardrops trickle down and soak the collar of my shirt as he sobbed.
We both sat down in the hallway leaning against the wall, I held him as he wept silently into my neck, my own tears falling down my cheeks. Across from us I watched a vase of flowers on the hall table droop, a reflection of the emotion I felt for my friend.
''It's all my fault,'' he whispered amongst the tears,
''Don't say that Peter, there's nothing you could have done,''
''I could have stopped him, I could have stopped the killer,'' he sobbed,
More warm tears spilt down my cheeks. I didn't know exactly what he meant but all I knew was that it wasn't his fault. ''You shouldn't blame yourself, it won't do any good,'' I rested my head on top of his.
We sat huddled together like that for a while until his breathing became even and I could no longer feel the trickling of tear drops down my neck. Slowly and carefully, I got up and took a blanket and pillow from the lounge. Placing the pillow gently under his head, I then pulled the blanket over him and took a last glance at his sleeping face before making my way into the lounge where his aunt was awakening from a much needed rest.
''Where's Peter?'' she asked, I could tell she had been crying from the red blotches on her skin.
''He is asleep Mrs Parker,'' I said, taking a seat opposite her, ''I am so very sorry for what happened,''
She looked at me and nodded, ''Thank you Eve, for visiting. I worry about Peter, he needs friends like you. You know…Ben only met you once but he was very fond of y…,'' Aunt May started to weep, failing to wipe the tears away with a hand. I got up to retrieve the box of tissues sitting on the dining table and handed one to her.
''Thank you,'' she said quietly, mopping up the tears.
''I'm here for as long as you and Peter need me, Mrs Parker,''
After I had made Peter's aunt a cup of tea and we had chatted, it wasn't long before I fell asleep myself with my head resting on the arm of the sofa.
The next morning I was alerted by a buzz in my pocket, I had received a worried text message from Lily asking where I was and I sighed. Sitting up I realised Aunt May must have put a blanket around me. I stretched as I stood up and then checked my watch, it read 6am and the house was quiet so I figured that May and Peter must still be asleep.
Peering into the hallway, I noticed that Peter wasn't there but had got up and found his way to his bed. Quietly I crept towards his bedroom to check on him before I left. It surprised me how similar his bedroom was to mine; it was small but cosy and contained a lot of books.
Across from his bed lay his computer and on the desk a poster, I approached the poster with curiosity and noticed it was a police poster stating, 'Wanted for the murder of Benjamin Parker' and underneath a picture of a rough looking guy. Looking at the guy's face, I felt anger at the fact he would kill an innocent man and cause so much pain.
I turned around at the sound of movement in the direction of Peter's bed. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, ''Evelyn?'' he said surprised to find me in his room.
I sat on the edge of his bed and managed a smile, ''Hey, how are you feeling?''
Peter nodded, ''Better,'' he replied glancing at the poster, ''I have some things to work out though,''
I followed his gaze to the poster, ''Well whatever you have to do,'' I said, placing my hand over his, ''be careful alright?'' I watched his face as he locked eyes with mine and then very slowly moved closer. My heart started to race as he raised his hand and gently touched my face with his fingertips, ''Thank you,'' he said, ''for being here,''
I could feel my cheeks blushing and I smiled, ''Um you're welcome.'' I studied his eyes as our faces moved closer, our lips almost touching then suddenly my mobile phone started to ring playing the Star Wars theme tune.
Peter laughed and we pulled apart, ''My aunt,'' I chuckled,
''Nice ringtone, good choice,'' he smirked. I was glad to see him smile after he had wept so much the previous night. I laughed, ''I should go, she's going to be freaking out,''
He nodded, ''Thanks again, I mean it,''
I smiled, ''It's no problem Pete, remember what I said, take care of yourself,''
Peter smiled once more and then I left. Leaving the house I closed the door behind me silently, not wanting to wake aunt May.
Taking my mobile out from my pocket I dialled Aunt Lily's number,
''Eve? Thank God it's you, you didn't come home last night,'' her worried voice answered on the second ring,
''I was with a friend,'' I replied, ''I'm fine,''
''Good, I was worried sick that something had happened, especially since that man was shot dead just down the street from us. Who were you with, was it a boy?''
I didn't reply.
''Oh come on spill,''
''Just a really good friend Lily,'' I said. The truth was I was starting to think of Peter as more of a friend, even though I wouldn't admit it.
''No gossip then?'' she joked. Typical Lily.
''No,''
''Shame, where are you now?''
''On my way home, give me ten minutes.''
The weekend past and I spent most of the time worrying about Peter; I had seen the way he looked at the poster and the anger behind his eyes, I just hoped he was safe.
I also spent my time feeling completely useless, I had gifts, gifts only other humans could dream of having. I could control plants, earth and everywhere I went they reflected my emotions, not only that but I had vines that shot out from my knuckles for goodness sake.
I couldn't help but imagine myself there before Uncle Ben died, I could picture the thorns from my hands piercing the robber's flesh before he even had the chance to reach for his gun. Surely I could use my gifts for something.
I needed advice but there was no one to turn to, my parents were in London and telling a doctor or scientist would only result in being experimented on, plus I could never tell them about my parents' experiment. The problem was there was no one like me, no one different…or so I thought.
Next chapter we get to the superhero stuff :-)
I will try and update asap, I'm back at college on Monday so the coming chapters may not be up as quick as these ones but I'll try!
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