Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

64. Fields of Fire

I ain't a hero who gets the girl, but if I had my chance to save the world
I won't blow it now, I guess I'll understand

"He just— he just fell bad about snapping at you," Beck continued explaining.

Both of our eyes widened. "Really?"

"You guys do have sarcasm on this Earth, right?" he joked. Peter laughed. "How you feeling?"

Now his mood shifted 180 degrees. As I listened to every word, I sunk in regret. "I didn't think I was gonna have to save the world this summer. I know that makes me sound like such a jerk. I just... I had this plan and now it's all ruined."

He approached the edge, taking off his fishbowl helmet and sitting between Peter and me.

"You're not a jerk for wanting a normal life, kid. It's a hard path. You see things. You do things. You make choices. People look up to you... and even if you win a battle, sometimes they die. I like you, Peter. You're a good kid. There's a part of me that wants me to tell you, just turn around, run away from all this. Then there's another part of me that knows what we're about to fight, what's at stake, and I'm glad you're here. "

"Me too," I added, not sure if my comfort would help. "But I understand your worry about our friends."

"Just always feel like we're putting them in danger," Peter confessed. And, well, he wouldn't be wrong. Every incident I can recall ended somewhat hurting our circle of friends... except for Thanos. That one was not on us.

Quentin's mouth shaped itself into a thin line. "Look, just get them inside and keep them in a safe place for just a few hours. They'll be all right."

"It's really nice to have another person to talk to about superhero stuff, you know?"

"Anytime. And, hey, we survive this, you'll have all summer to kill Brad."

I gently nudged him. "Yeah, I'll help. He's insane for wanting to send that picture to everyone in the class."

"Y-you saw the picture?" He blushed.

After nodding, I patted his shoulder. "See you out there." 

Peter grabbed his backpack from the other side and jumped to the street. He said to an old couple, "Scusi. Sorry, that's Italian..." I snorted. He then fetched the EDITH glasses to formulate whatever plan he could manage.

Once he was out of earshot, Quentin turned around to look at me, his eyebrows moving up and down. He started blowing kisses in the air. I shoved his arm. "Oh, stop it." Now it was my turn to blush.

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Peter got them seats to the opera house, or so I imagined when a man and an orchestra started belting on the comms. He joined me around 10 minutes later. He swung over the top of the tower, where I was testing my new eyewear.

We scanned the festival on the streets for possible odd movements. Of course, the creatures had to attack on one of the biggest, most important, nights of the city.

He did a spin, landing on his classic Spiderman pose. "All right. We're in position. Uh, as soon as we see something, Beck, we'll uh... we'll let you know."

"Roger that," he responded.

"How's the suit?" Fury randomly asked as I walked the opposite side of Peter. If these glasses work, I should be able to track heat signatures over and under the floor, meaning we could cover more ground.