Apathy - Avengers Fanfiction

The Awkward Spider

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Ophelia quickly got to her feet, holding onto her hood to keep it up as she did so. As she lowered her hand she let it brush over the knife in its holster, making sure it was actually there and hadn't slipped out considering it, like the rest of her gear, was cheap.

"Hey- I'm Spiderman, uh, you knew that right?" The girl scoffed with surprise, he was either really self-centered or awkward, probably the ladder. "Let's just make this easy, alright? I really need to get back to Mr. Stark so it'd be convenient if you… shoot! Was I supposed to say his name? Whatever.."

She was amused honestly, Ophelia didn't know much about the ‘superheroes’ or whatever it was they called themselves but this definitely wasn't what she expected. Considering his height and the use of the word "Mr." when he referred to Tony Stark she assumed he was a teenager, and a surprisingly polite one at that.

He started rambling to himself but Ophelia quickly cut him off, snapping her fingers. The fingerless gloves were useful after all! She could snap! How nice. "You're rambling. What are you here for?" She questioned, knowing the answer. Someone at the drugstore called the police. Why did Spiderman come though? Was he not good enough to be considered above the police? The thought made her smirk a bit, the mask doing her the favor of covering it up.

The boy stared at her for a moment, quiet. The white eyes on his mask seemed to narrow slightly before he gave a response.

"Wha- uhm yeah, right, sorry. Ma'am? Sorry, shouldn't assume, um-"
"Stop. Answer the question… And don't call me Ma'am."
"Sorry."

How could he be so polite that he'd apologize to a criminal? Sure he didn't know the extent of her crimes but she'd just held a teenager at gunpoint for a couple of dollars and a meat stick! She couldn't decide if he was raised properly or poorly. On one hand he was polite and considerate, but on the other he was doing so to someone who definitely didn't deserve it.

He went to answer, his jaw moving downwards and leaving his mouth hanging open as he paused. The boy turned a bit and pressed a finger to one of his ears, he was talking to someone! Was it ‘Mr. Stark’? He mumbled out something, probably getting a scolding for letting her stall for so long. That or he had tinnitus.

She decided on her next move quickly. Ophelia didn't want to stay here long, no matter how amusing. The police would show up eventually, probably looking forwards for the teenager to do their job for them and hand her over. No matter how respectful he was he was planning on turning her in, maybe that was his plan? Be awkward and ramble to keep her in place until they came to pick her up.

As the boy started to grow frustrated in his muttered words to the person speaking in his ear Ophelia rushed forwards and shoved him, attempting to knock him over. To her surprise he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down with him as if he'd known she was coming. Was that one of his weird powers? If so, does that have something to do with spiders? Can they sense danger or approaching objects and living beings?

She stopped her questions short, that didn't matter! Ophelia threw a punch to his jaw as he released her wrist and rolled away from him with an annoyed huff. She watched only for a quick three seconds as he touched a hand to his jaw before attempting to bolt, holding onto her hood with her hand the whole way.

Unfortunately, he had a different plan. Using his freaky spider powers the other teenager shot a web at one of her feet and caused her to tumble over, a yelp of surprise erupting from her jaws as her ankle rolled. The hood fell off and revealed her short red hair and made the top half of her face much more visible.

He was on his feet in an instant then just stared at her, she could feel his eyes looking at her through that mask he had over his face. Subconsciously she raised one of her hands and placed it over the mask, as if she was making sure it was still there.

Ophelia turned her gaze from his hidden but prying eyes and to the webs holding her foot, shifting slightly to get more comfortable and groaning at the pain throbbing through her ankle.

As if someone flipped a switch in his brain he stepped forwards. "Sorry, couldn't let you run off." He said, giving his head a little shake. She only sent him a small glare, turning her green eyes away rather quickly and finally taking her hand off the mask and forcefully tugging the hood back up over her head.

He pressed his finger to his ear again and began speaking, something about catching the fugitive and having her ready. She couldn't help a small huff, jail definitely wasn't somewhere she wanted to be. Ophelia had heard plenty of stories from past acquaintances about how awful jail was. Things about people making shanks and stabbing guards, guards mistreating prisoners in the worst way, and a whole bunch of other information. Of course she had no reason to believe these tales were real and not used to frighten her into running back home, but she had nothing else to believe and it prepared her for the worst.

But why prepare if she wasn't going to go anyways? At least she didn't plan to.

As he turned away from her, confident in his restraint Ophelia pulled the knife from its place on her hip, positioning it near her foot. With a small intake of air she pressed the knife to the webs, drawing them over carefully. It took a few passes but eventually she got through the rather strong webbing.

Glancing up at him she watched as he started to pace, paying her no mind. No wonder he was doing the police's job, way too easily distracted.

It took a good few minutes but eventually she was free. Carefully she rose to her feet, watching the boy's turned back carefully. Ophelia then tried to put proper pressure on the foot and let out a whimper, forgetting in the heat of the moment that she'd twisted it, or would that be his fault? Probably.

He quickly turned around and an annoyed groan sounded from him. She gripped the knife tighter in her hand as he ran towards her and as if on instinct she pushed it forwards as he neared.

Another groan sounded from him, this one pained not annoyed. He fell against her and she grabbed his shoulder with her free hand, surprised.

That surprise didn't last however when she looked down to see the knife buried in his side, blood staining the fabric suit. She pulled back with a breath, leaving him to fall over without the support. She just stared in horror.

Ophelia had stabbed Spiderman.

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