Peter and New York

Fight For A Right pt.2

Peter looked at the shelves with colorful liquids in curiosity. They all had labels that he couldn't read so he turned to look at the other objects on the shelves. A glint of light caught his eye as he stifled through the many objects. A dagger no longer then his forearm sat on a ledge, it's blade glistened in an enchanting way. It was a curved double edged blade that had engraved symbols on the hilt. The hilt was black with gold ornaments sketched about the display.

Peter picked it up half heartedly and it lifted easily in his hand; it was a steady feeling that only the perfect blade could give. It wasn't to heavy or light, yet it still held perfectly balanced on his finger tips however he shifted his limb.

Peter dropped the blade only to have it fly back to his hand before it could hit the floor.

Rather strange if you ask me.

"Um.. my names Ashly, what's your name?" The ponytail girl asked as she tapped his back. Peter flinched and turned quickly, dagger in hand. Ashly gasped before laughing light heartedly. "You silly goose, you're holding it wrong." She gently, without removing the weapon from him, changed the way he was holding it.

"Thank you. I'm Spider-Man. But I suppose we're gonna be here for a while, so I'm Pedro. You can call me Pedro." Peter let his false name fall out easily and felt guilty for lying, but one would never know if people were listening on on their conversation. Besides, it was technically his name... just said a bit differently.

"Ashly! Don't talk to strangers. Especially ones in masks." The boy with glasses hissed at her and stomped over.

"His name's Pedro. There, he's no longer a stranger. Would ya get off my back?" She huffed and grabbed Peter's bruised shoulder. He hissed and she let go, throwing out a string of apologies.

"It's fine. I can take off my mask if it makes you more comfortable..."

They younger boy sighed. "Oakley. My name is Oakley."

"Okay, Oakley. Would you like me to take it off?" Peter gestured to the spider web themed face cover. Oakley shook his head, his hair that had been previously up, fell.

"No, it's alright. I'm not too worried anymore." Peter nodded and stood awkwardly with the two younger kids.

"So are you like, twins or something?" Peter asked in hopes of passing the time as the oldest man thumped around the tavern, looking for his one object.

"Oh, yes. Mother named us after her favorite trees." Ashley answered.

"Oh, that's cool. My parents died. So did my uncle. And my aunts dying." Peter had no idea why this information was flowing out so freely, but he figured it was from the mysterious drug the men and that girl had given him.

"Oh, I'm sorry... that must've been horrible." Ashley said while Oakley only nodded in agreement.

"It's alright. It doesn't hurt to bad. Just that my only friends I had in the world are now on the other side of it and my mentor and his friends probably all hate me because I'm completely useless." Okay something was up and Peter didn't know what. His mind was too foggy to completely pull the strings of information together.

"Ah! That's awful. See what happens when you do this to me, Oakley? I end up crying, hearing about how horrible others lives are." Ashly pinched his elbow and got that same elbow bashed lightly into her rib. "Ouch! Watch it, you werewolf wanna be." She called out and elbowed him harder.

They started elbowing one another's sides, slowly inching towards each other to get a better jab in before they were fully ready to throw hands.

They both erupted in laughter when the giant man grabbed both their hands and had to pry them away from one another. Peter thought the twins were very... suspicious.