There's A Spark

Part 22: Violet

When she finally found her way up to the roof he was already waiting there. A few blankets laid out with an old led lantern on the side. He sat on one of the blankets, looking out into the distance, to the illuminated city. This time it wasn't the amazing friendly neighbourhood spiderman she was meeting on the rooftop. This time it was the dorky boy that was in her class, the one that never really talked to her much, but that she was so curious about as he seemed like he had a strange secret. She had found she was right. 

She saw him fiddling with something that was in his hands. He let himself drop on the blanket, looking up towards the stars. She checked the time and realised she was half an hour late. She peeked her head into his vision to show she had finally arrived. "Sorry I'm late." she smiled and he shot up to the sight of her. 

"No, uhm, that's alright. I honestly didn't think you'd be able to come." He admitted. He didn't allow himself to have too much hope, especially after what happened with her father. 

"What's that?" She asked, glancing to his hands, where he was clearly gripping something between two fingers. He didn't look up at her, just stared at the small item in his hand.

"It's nothing, It's stupid." He chuckled to himself, but decided to show it anyway. "It's a violet. It reminded me of you so I picked it but it already started dying." He scratched the back of his head, showing the flower that was already going a bit limp. Y/N took a seat next to him, putting out her hand for the small flower to be placed in. She looked at it closely, it was beautiful still in the dim light. "I think it's cute, thank you." She smiled, looking at his face brighten up a little.

"I want to show you something." She stated. He nodded, turning a little more towards her as he sat cross legged. She took the flower in hand by the stem, hanging it so the the petals fell nicely. The green slowly started to turn grey, beginning from her fingertips until the entire flower was engulfed, now static in the position she had held it. Peter's mouth hung agape as she handed him back the petite violet. He studied it intently, looking for a catch to this magic trick. "What did you do? It's like you turned it to silver." He said in awe, still not sure what he was seeing.

"Titanium actually, I haven't quite got the hang of any other metal yet." She said, a little ashamed for no reason. "I've been training with Bruce to use my powers, and that right there is basically all I can do right now." 

"Y/N you turned smoke into water. I'm not sure how your powers work, I didn't know you had any until a few days ago, but I think this" he held up the titanium flower again "is something you can be proud of." It seemed the awe on his face was there to stay forever as he stared at her with a giddy smile. She smiled back at him, an inexplicable feeling of pride washing over her with his words, as if hearing Bruce say it was nothing at all. Peter went to give it back to her but she stopped him, closing his hand around it. "Keep it. To remind you of me." She winked with the same giddy smile on her face. He carefully put it away and they were silent for a while, he let himself lay down again. "You got blankets and everything huh." She chuckled at his set up, it was only now that she noticed the salty crisps and Oreos next to the lantern. 

"You said you were cold." He shrugged "Come, lay down with me." he suddenly said, feeling a bit weird staring at her back as he lay there. She chuckled, feeling a bit ridiculous. She tried to lay herself on her side comfortably without laying onto any of her wounds or sore skin. She uncomfortably placed her arm under her head as she faced him. "What's wrong?" He frowned. 

"I can't lay on my back." She visually saw his face change in realisation and couldn't help but laugh. "Well maybe I should have brought a pillow as well, huh." He joked, but even in the dark she could see the guilt in his eyes. "Here." He said, putting out his arm for her to lay her head on. She gladly took it. 

"So," He started, still staring up to the sky "you're Mr Stark's daughter huh." She again laughed at his disbelief.  "Yeah" she breathed out with a chuckle, almost as if she didn't believe it herself.  "Cool, cool." Is the only thing he said in reply, pressing his lips together. Both of them lay in silence for a while, him facing the sky as she had nowhere else to look but him. 

"You shouldn't blame yourself you know." She said, the expression he made only confirmed that he did. "It wasn't your fault, and I'm absolutely fine. Think about that." She smiled, he tried to smile back at her but it didn't reach his eyes like it normally would. "Why not put your mask back on, I can see more emotions that way." She huffed in fake annoyance making him laugh. But again his smile melted into a face of concern.

"You're not fine. You can't even lay on your back Y/N." He stated, looking at her adjusting her position a little. "And that's no one's fault Peter. I know you won't believe me but I don't want you to blame yourself." She sighed, laying herself a little closer into his side, her head resting on the side of his chest. She could feel him tense up a little and where she lay she could hear his heartbeat quicken. "It's more comfortable like this." She cleared her throat, careful to keep her hands close to herself. After a moment or two, he relaxed, placing his hand on her shoulder as lightly as he could, running his fingertips over the fabric of her sweater mindlessly.

This moment, this interaction, felt oddly comfortable. Spiderman and Indigo had gotten close over the few months of crazy training and shenanigans. They had found themselves to be pretty good friends. Not to speak of the moment they had at the end of their last training. But Peter and Y/N were never close, in a way they didn't allow themselves to be. So even though they knew they were one and the same people, it felt odd talking to each other like they would with their true identity hidden. Though she would gladly get used to this.