Tried to get this up as soon as I could before I get any more homework haha :)

Sorry if it seems a bit rushed!

Aw thank you so much for the lovely reviews, you made my day seriously, you're too kind! :D

(PS this is Andrew Garfield)

The next morning I was off school as I had no classes that day, so I decided that I would take a break from my essay and get up to date on the latest news in New York. My aunt had left to go job hunting, so I was home alone as I curled up in the armchair and flicked a button on the remote. The TV flashed on and I was lucky to have made it in time for a news broadcast that was about to start.

Excitement sweeps New York City as a masked vigilante is seen escapading the streets. The vigilante is said to be wearing a tight red and blue suit similar to that of a superhero character. We interviewed a bystander who witnessed this strange man…

''I was just standing with my hot dog stand, packing up my sausages for the night when all of a sudden out of nowhere comes a masked man from the alleyway swinging past me in the air. I could swear he was swinging by some white string that looked like a spider's web, he flew past me latching his web on to the buildings as he made his way down the street, I didn't know what to think.''

It seems this vigilante has abnormal abilities and it is yet unknown what his purpose in New York may be. Police request that anyone with information come forward, so that more can be understood about this hero or perhaps menace.

My eyes were glued to the screen. Abnormal abilities? Vigilante? An idea dawned on me, I could seek this man out, join him even. What better use could my abilities be than to use them for good? It would be a challenge of course, I wasn't exactly a master in martial arts or self-defence and then there was the fact that he might not even agree to me joining him but I could try at least.

I started to feel excited but then I realised I would have to remain secret, I couldn't let anyone know what I was doing, not my aunt and not even Peter.

I sat in the armchair and thought for a while about the best way to hide my identity. A mask maybe? But then it wasn't very exciting to be plain old me with just a mask on, I would be easy to recognise. A costume was what I needed, something comfortable and easy to move in.

I ran up the stairs and grabbed a notebook and pen. I scribbled down loads of ideas but ended up dismissing them, they were all too boring too typical and like the superhero stereotype – I certainly wasn't a superhero. Glancing up at a green potted flower on my desk, it dawned on me, plants. I could base my costume on plants.

I got to work on a bottle green outfit, starting with tight waist high leggings that would be easy to move in. I then thought of a bodice, I had green lace from an old dress I could rip off which would give a leaf effect against the silver colour of the bodice. I needed something to cover my shoulders so I wouldn't freeze, maybe a cloak.

I had some green fabric so I could easily get to work on making one with a hood; a hood would conceal my hair colour although I doubt anyone would recognise it as me when my hair had gotten so long. Lastly I needed gloves to protect my hands and a mask. Once I had the sketches and ideas complete, I got to work.

Taking my mom's sewing machine from her wardrobe, I stopped to look around the room. I missed my parents. I hadn't had contact with them since they left, probably because I didn't try. I was afraid to contact them in case they were busy and I didn't know what they were doing in London. The truth was I'd had enough with the unknown plant that had changed me, and I didn't want to be involved any further, I didn't want to know what might happen to me in the future. All I knew was that right now I was fine, better physically than I had ever been before.

I had finished the cloak and the bodice by the time my aunt came home that evening. Her job hunt had been unsuccessful; I listened to her babbling on about how it was unfair and how the restaurant had refused to take her on due to lack of experience. Although I listened I honestly couldn't care and was dying to finish up the costume so I could go on search for the vigilante.

I had finished the gloves and mask by 9pm and making sure my aunt was busy with TV and wouldn't walk in, I got changed into the costume and stood in front of the mirror. I didn't look too bad; in fact if I was to be selfish I could admit that I looked pretty good.

The costume made me look more like a woman than a teenager and I'm pretty sure no one would possibly recognise me. After sticking on my trusted sturdy lace up boots and doing some stretches I was hit with a problem, how was I going to get out of the house without going through the front door and being seen?

I sat on my bed for a few minutes feeling like an idiot and then I remembered how in the bathroom the thorns on my vines had wedged firmly through the tiles and the brick underneath.

It was a rash idea but maybe I could climb out of the fire escape and use the vines to swing down to the street, I was sure they would hold me and it wasn't that long of a distant down. Taking deep breaths and reassuring myself it would be fine, I got up and slowly slid open my bedroom window.

The night air was cool as I climbed out on to the fire escape railings. I peered down to find that the alley below me was empty which was fortunate because I didn't want anyone to see where I was coming from.

I was scared, there was no doubt, trying to control my breathing I raised one of my arms flat in front of me aiming at the brick wall of the house opposite me. In a rush of adrenaline I balled my hand into a fist and flinched as the three vines suddenly cut through my knuckles and shot forward.

The 8cm thorns hit the brick so hard that they drilled into the wall and lodged themselves there. I pulled on them gently at first to test the strength, the vines were stretchier than I thought and appeared to be made of some reinforced plant stem. They were strong and flexible.

If I would have thought more about what I was about to do, I would have almost certainly backed out but again with a rush of adrenaline I gripped on to the vines with the other hand and I jumped.

I was swinging…and it would be lying to say it didn't hurt, although the pain in my muscle was bearable. As I soared through the air and approached the wall I held my feet out in front of me, once I was hanging by the vine lodged above me and in a seated position I launched the vines from my other hand lower down on the opposite wall.

I then jumped again, by the time I was in a seated position on the other wall I was low enough to release the vines and jump down landing in the alley on my feet.

Once on the ground I was pretty proud of myself, I would have liked to see Flash swing out of a window by his knuckles. However I hadn't jumped out of the window to experiment with my abilities, I had to somehow find the vigilante.

As I pulled my hood up and inspected my gloves, which now had three holes in them from the vines, a flurry of flashing sirens raced past and the sound of police cars blurred in the air. I figured that wherever there was trouble, the vigilante would be hanging around.

Feeling confident I projected myself on to the roof of a nearby building, it was strange but this type of thing seemed to come natural to me. I proceeded to run across the roofs following the direction of the police cars, using my vines to launch myself across whenever necessary.

Bit more action in this chapter :-)

Hope you enjoyed it!

Next time the two heroes meet...