Life As The Youngest Avenger

Mittens

Peter's POV 

It was cold. That is the least I could say about New York at this time of day and year. The crowded buildings were capped with snow, mounds of it building up in parks and on sidewalks. The population had retreated inside their bulky coats, covering exposed skin with scarfs and gloves. A steady snowfall had started early on in the morning, reminding everyone that fall was gone and this was now a time of icy roads and hands that never seemed to be warm. 
In the distance -- as I perched on my school's roof -- I could hear delighted squeals from children engaging in a classic snowball-fight, The steady hum of continuous traffic that was present no matter the time, and call bells dinging as people escaped the frigid air. As I sat observing I smiled to myself, this is why I loved New York, not only was it my home but everywhere you looked; every person you saw had a story. 
"Spider-Man! Hey, Spider-Man!" A voice called for my attention. I glanced down in the direction the call had come from to see a man wrapped from head to toe in woolen clothing, waving his arms wildly in the air. I jumped down from my perch, landing gracefully on the icy ground with my knees bent. 
"How can I help you, Sir?" I stood, facing him fully. The man was definitely dressed for the weather, the only parts of him exposed were his eyes and even those were partially covered by strands of his floppy brown hair that had fallen from the confines of his woolen hat. 
"My cat climbed to high and-and now she's stuck in a tree!" It was clear he was panicking. What I had mistaken as big eyes I now realized were wide ones, accompanied by raised brows.
"Your cat?" It was a big step down from aliens in space. The man nodded.
"She-her name is Mittens. Please, she belongs to my daughter and I don't see her much. I'll do any-" He was rambling so I gently placed a  hand on his shoulder, effectively cutting him off. 
"Hey, I want you take a deep breath okay?" I took one myself, exaggerating for his benefit. He mimicked my action, repeating it several times before achieving the desired effect. I noted people starting to crowd us, phones out and recording. I needed to wrap this up. 
"Mittens is going to be fine. Point me in the direction, I'll get her down, no problem" I assured. The man raised his arm and shoved it in the direction he'd come from. I spotted his footprints amongst the indented carpet of snow, they lead off like a map, pointing to a tall white tree at the other end of the square. 
"That tree?" I gestured to it and he confirmed, eyes becoming slightly smaller. I pushed past a couple of bystanders in the human circle forming around us, before activating my web shooters and launching myself towards the tree. I landed at the base. 
Sighing I began my search, in my rush I'd forgotten to ask for a description; and it was a rather large tree. My hand gripped the lowest branch, hauling myself up and shaking off the powdery snow that toppled from it. 
"Mittens! You up here kitty cat?!" I found myself calling out for her and barely noticed the slight tingling of my spidey-sense. A sudden impact jolted through the back of my head, knocking me forwards. My loss of balance ended in me toppling towards the ground. I lay face down in about half a metre of snow, arms and legs sprawled out to make a star. Groaning, I tried lifting my head but was met with resistance. There was a warm weight sitting at the base of my skull, and this weight was purring.
"Mittens?" I whispered, still unsure as to weather a cat had tackled me out of a tree. I gently reached behind me, and sure enough, something that felt exactly like a cat was perched there.
Prying Mittens from my body was proving diffcult so I went with plan b. Stand up and hope she lands on her feet. Cats do that right?
Mittens did not land on her feet. Instead she chose to dig her claws deeper into my  suit and therefore my flesh. I was now providing this cat with a piggyback ride.
Shrugging the embarrasment off I trudged my way through the white powder, returning to the man. His eyes lit up when they landed on me, the corners crinkling up into a smile.
"Mittens! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" He exclaimed bouncing over and ripping Mittens from my back with practiced ease. My shoulders ached a little from the puncture marks but I still politely pet Mittens on her head. Now that I could see her, she was actually quite adorable. Ginger, black and white hair wound together across a chubby built body ending in a bushy tail that keep swishing against the poor mans face. My favourite part about Mittens though, was her face. I smiled at her and she glared back at me, her small mouth tilted in what I presumed was a permenant frown.
"I owe you one Spiderman!" I kinda forgot about the man, too curious about the unpleased look his daughter's cat was giving me. I shook my head, patting his head a couple times.
"Don't worry about it, afterall, saving cats is in the job description" He laughed, clinging tightly onto Mittens as she once again tried to wriggle free. Insistent  buzzing in my mask notified me of the time and I said my goodbyes to the unhappy looking animal before webbing off into the sky. I swung from building to building, my mind still running through previous events.
How on earth was I supposed to explain this to Mr. Stark?

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