Caroline Stark

Thai Food

Turns out the thing Happy was so excited about that was happening tonight was that we were surprising Aunt May with a trip to the fancy Thai restaurant a few blocks away from us.

The food was really nice and May really enjoyed herself, but it seems all I can think about is the girl I saw at Avengers HQ and the fight I had with Tony.

God, why did I have to go and accuse him of being a rapist? I would never think that he was one. It was such a stupid thing to say.

The whole fight was stupid; there was probably a good reason he didn't want me to meet that girl. Maybe she wasn't supposed to be there or something.

But that still doesn't explain why I can't stop thinking about her.

After we got home from the Thai restaurant, I pretended to go to bed, but instead I just sneaked out; I need to clear my head.

Ever since I became Spiderman, it's something I do once in a while. I go hang out on the rooftops at night when I can't sleep, or when I have a lot on my mind.

Usually I go back to my house after about half an hour, but today I've stayed out longer.

At present I'm in the ghetto part of Queens, not exactly very attractive, but that's where I ended up going, so I'll just stay here.

It doesn't really matter how ugly your surroundings are, as long as you're high up, it always seems to look like a nice view. To me at least.

I sit on the edge of an apartment block; my legs dangling dangerously over the side. May would freak if she saw me right now.

Suddenly, I hear a loud crash and shouting from quite far off.

A car crash maybe? I go over as fast as I can to check it out, swinging from roof to roof and running across streets and cars.

The noise now seems to have quieted down, but I carry on following where I thought the sound came from none the less. Someone could be in trouble.

I climb up a tall apartment block to try and get a vantage point and see what's going on.

There's an expensive looking car and a white van that have obviously crashed into each other. Four men are lying on the floor, three pretty crumpled and dead-looking, the other merely knocked out. I'm about to go over to them when I hear a man's voice.

"What was that, huh?" He demands, "Answer me freakshow!"

He's standing at a dead end right next to the apartment block I'm on. I move over to the side of the roof to get a better look, and see he's cornered a young girl. My age maybe?

Even from all the way up here I can tell she looks tired. Sick sort of.

The man trips, which is strange, and starts walking towards her. His face shows me just what he wants to do with the poor girl, and I begin to scale down the building as fast as I can, which is hard, since it's sort of in an awkward position in relation to the dead end.

Then the girl starts to scream, not terrified screams, but frustrated and exhausted screams, if that makes sense.

I swing off the building just as the man gets thrown into a wall and glass everywhere shatters.

Did she do that? Who is this girl? How did that happen?

Before I can approach her she passes out, her eyes rolling back in her head as she collapses.

I catch her just before she lands on the shards of broken glass and swing up on top of the apartment block I saw her from, away from the glass and other creeps who might be out there.

Shes wearing a bag, and so I take it off her bag and put it down as a pillow, laying her head on it as gently as I can. That's when I realise with a shock who the girl is.

It's the girl from Avengers HQ. The one with the brown and blue eyes. The one I've been thinking about all day.

Before I can begin to process this information she groans and her eyes flutter. I help her into a sitting position and let her head hang between her legs so that the blood drains back to head.

After a few seconds she looks up at me, bleary eyed and obviously exhausted.

"Peter..." she mumbles, "Peter... Parker..."

Her eyes flutter shut again.

How did she know my name? I'm in my spider suit, I'm Spider-Man. How did she recognise me? Who is this girl?

Questions swirl around my head, but I know the most important thing right now is to help her.

And judging by the damage she did to all the glass around here, it could be dangerous to take her to a normal hospital.

Fortunately, I happen to know someone who might know what to do.

I get out my phone and punch in his number. I'm not sure if I expect him to pick up or not, but after three rings he does.

"This better be good kid."

He sounds stressed and angry.

"Mr Stark," I tell begin, "You remember that girl from earlier?"