THE BEST KIND- The Amazing Spider-Man

18.

Peter could hear the woman scream from afar. It sounded like she was in danger. Maybe his guy was molesting her. He had looked like the type to do something like that. As Peter rounded the corner into a small alleyway, he could see him pressing her against a wall violently. "Hey!" the boy called out loudly, catching the gangster's attention. Peter's blood was boiling as he stepped closer and into the light of a dim street lamp.

"You like beating on girls? You like beating on old men?" Peter asked through gritted teeth. The blonde dude wasn't impressed by his teenage appearance. He made himself broad as he walked towards the boy. "Pal, keep on walking. You're in the wrong place."  But Peter wasn't intimated by the man either. He was furious, his heart beating in his chest.He needed to know if this was the guy he was looking for, the bastard that killed Ben. "When was the last time you were in Queens?" he continued his interrogation of his potential victim, hands turning into fists in the pockets of his jacket. He needed to control himself for now. But as the man didn't answer, he couldn't resist pushing him with force." I asked you a question, man. ", he emphasized on the importance of the answer.

The guy was done with the boy's behavior. He was reaching for a gun he had been carrying in secret. Peter wasn't impressed. "That the gun?" Peter demanded to know, remembering the shot of that night echoing through the air vividly. "Sou gonna kill me too?" Before the gun could be pointed at him, Peter twisted the arm holding it and hit the man in the face, his superstrength beating him with full force. He could hear a bone crack as he took another swing, the rush of adrenalin fogging his mind. Punch after punch meets the face, Peter wasn't feeling any regret; there was just the anger that had built up in him. Revenge. Vengeance for Ben. For May. For him. He was ignoring the woman's screams for him to stop, paid the gasps and cries no mind. A loud bang was audible as he threw the man against the wall. Peter was only dragged out of his tunnel when a door burst open, revealing other men from a bar, equipped with baseball bats, ready to protect their friend.

And like that, Peter found himself fighting multiple guys at once. "This guy is crazy!" the woman screeched right as a bathit his back, hurting like hell. Peter looked up, suddenly realizing what he had gotten himself into. It was terrible; there was no way he could defeat all of them. And he didn't want to. The guy with the star tattoo was the only one he was after.
So he took off, leaping over a fence with his newfound parcours abilities, his feet running as fast as they could. Of course, he was followed. The rage made them fast. But luckily, New York was well known for its fire escapes, and Peter managed to find and climb one of these ladders as quickly as possible. He moved all the way to one of the platforms. They were still hot on his heels.

Without thinking twice, he jumped against the opposite wall, and his hands stuck to the bricks giving him a well-needed advantage. At least that was what he thought. As soon as he stepped foot onto the roof, he was already met by one of the men who had predicted his arrival. Another hunt started, with Peter running and jumping to the next wall. Someone pulled at his foot, but with a grunt, he kicked himself free and straightened himself. As he turned, he spotted the man he had come for on another roof. He hopped over, throwing himself into an immediate fistfight. He dodged a swing and hit the man over with a single hit to his leg, causing the man to roll over the edge. Peter caught him in time, breathing heavily as he held onto the man's left hand. Instead of pulling him up, he pushed the man's sleeve down, revealing... nothing. There was no star tattoo. This one was just a counterpart, not what he was looking for. Peter looked down at his eyes filled with panic, heard the gasp escaping his lips. No, this one didn't deserve to die. Peter couldn't let him. With ease, he pulled the criminal up so that he could hold himself with both hands.

Disappointed, Peter looked up, seeing the rest of the gang approaching. This wasn't his fight anymore. The boy turned to leave, wanting nothing more than to get back home and cry into his pillow is frustrating. He only made a few steps, then the roof collapsed underneath his feet, and with a scream of surprise, he fell.

The air was pressed out of his lungs as he landed face forward, arms and legs outstretched like a starfish. His body was aching and screaming in pain. "I know your face!" a voice called down, but Peter moaned, shaking his head to get rid of the high-pitched tone penetrating his ears. This reminded him of how it felt when Flash beat him up. And like he did in those situations, Peter somehow managed to get to his feet. He exhales loudly as he stretched his arms and back. He took a minute to do so, then sighed. This night had been a disaster. He should have taken Liam with him. Indeed this would never have happened with his boyfriend by his side. The anger just got the best of him.

With another sigh, he looked up, gaze immediately landing on a big poster. He was standing in the middle of an old scale ring, and the sign was advertising one of the champions. The name wasn't what struck him. It was the red wrestling mask with the black rim around the eyes. Something clicked in his brain. This was it. This was what he wanted it to look like—his mask.

Peter made his way home as fast as he could. He needed to tell Liam the events of the night. Indeed, he would be pissed, but he was the only one who could help Peter with his idea.
And this time, Peter really was lucky, then as soon as he slid the window shut behind himself, the groggy voice of his boyfriend spoke up. "Oh, you're finally back."

  Sheets ruffled, and as Peter turned around, he was met with Liam sitting up and running a hand through his hair tiredly. "You're awake," Peter softly responded. "Yeah, I lost my pillow.", Liam yawned like a little lion.
"Why didn't you wake me? You don't have to do that alone.", he added, his green eyes piercing right through Peter. Of course, his boyfriend knew him well enough to have an accurate idea of where he had been.  "I just... needed this moment, I guess. "Peter shrugged, stating the truth. Liam eyed him. "You didn't find him?" His tone was soft and full of understanding. Peter shook his head. "Well, tomorrow is another day. And now come here, it's early, and I want my pillow back."

Lazily, Liam gestured for Peter to come over while flopping back down onto the mattress. He moved over as Peter climbed in next to him after he had stripped off his shoes, jacket, and beanie. He let out a sigh of contentment as he curled himself around Peter and positioned his head on his boyfriend's belly, just like he had done for the past nights. "Liam?" Peter asked into the silence of the room.

The other boy just hummed in reply. "I think I need a mask. To keep May safe while I'm on the hunt for that guy," Liam hummed again. "You're not really talkative right now.", Peter chuckled lightly. "I'm waiting for you to elaborate.", his boyfriend huffed, then moved his head up to Peter's chest. Although it was dark, the boy knew he was looking at him expectingly. "The man I was suspecting to be the one who killed Ben... I think he might come for me. He saw my face." Peter voiced his concern.
"Nobody is going to touch you. I'll make sure of that ", Liam assured him with a kiss on Peter's collarbone. "And now, let me sleep. We can figure the rest out later."
Peter hoped it would be as simple as Liam made it sound.