Night Changes (p.parker)

CHAPTER SIX: DESPAIR

THE NIGHT WAS unbearably quiet as Peter sat atop a building, the stars hanging low in the sky and the moon illuminating his sharp jawline.

So far, his patrol had been relatively calm. He had helped a single mother with her groceries, stopped both a bank and home robbery, as well as returning a dog to its rightful owner.

And while he enjoyed the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline that came with stopping criminals, he was content to know that Queens had been restful for the evening.

Asking Karen the current time, he reminded himself he had to be back home by 9 in order to assist Ned with the newest lego set. Standing up and stretching, Peter decided he could probably start to head home now, seeing as it was about 8:50.

His muscles flexed as he tried to touch his toes, his tight suit clinging to his body as he stretched. Small groans left his lips as his eyes squeezed from the pressure, just about to shoot a web before an earth-shattering cry rang through the air.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up, his spidey senses howling at him to run towards the foreign hazard.

Karen quickly informed the boy where the disturbance had originated from, Peter effortlessly swinging from building to building as his heart raced with anticipation.

When he arrived at the scene, a slightly taller older man who looked as if he hadn't seen the outside of a bar in weeks had shoved a young girl with h/l  h/c hair against the nearest wall, his body pressed against yours in a sickly manner.

Large tears welled in your eyes as Peter tore the man away from you, your shaky breath ringing in his ears.

"Hey man, anyone ever tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" Peter inquired, a small smirk on his thin lips as the older man stumbled back slightly, the shock evident in his expression.

Unexpectedly, Peter's covered tattoo screamed underneath the fabric, a tingling sensation swallowing his fore-arm whole. His eyes widened in surprise as his breath hitched in his throat, his disbelief soon replaced with passion as he realized what was happening.

From his initial shock, the stranger had swiftly punched Peter in his abdominal area, catching him off guard as he admitted he needed to arrest the man before he could gawk at his other half.  

Peter swiftly doged the other man's sad attempts at punches, getting annoyed before he all together webbed his hands and feet.

A feeling of satisfaction bloomed in his chest before he remembered who was against the wall, too many emotions coursing through his veins as he took in your appearance.

Your eyes were glued to the floor, your headphones resting on your neck as Peter's eyes raked down your body in a curious manner. He didn't notice anything abnormal, you weren't bleeding anywhere, and Karen was in the process of making sure you didn't have any broken bones.

However, even with the absence of light, Peter could still make out the fact that black fingerless gloves hugged your hands, hiding your tattoo.

He was slightly confused, it was chilly out, but the fingerless aspect of the gloves defeated the purpose..?

Surely you weren't trying to hide your tattoo.

You wouldn't do that.

He hoped.

Peter then again realized he hadn't said a word to your face, mentally slapping himself as he tried to string together a coherent sentence.

"You're- oh my god, you're her," He whispered, love seeping through the tone of his voice as he stood before you in disbelief.

He couldn't believe his eyes.