the spider whisperer

Silence [chapter 37]

It had been an hour since they first entered the room. Their original plan was to catch their breaths while waiting out the lackeys, but that plan got scrapped when Peter passed out. Not in the literal sense though. He'd been exhausted for a while, and sitting around in the room stopped his adrenaline, causing him to crash.

So there they sat, with Peter sleeping like a baby on y/n's lap as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Flash tried his best not to look, but every now and then he found his eyes trialing over to them, and he'd stare in envy until he realized what he was doing. He'd look around the room again until he accidentally found his way back to them, and the process would repeat itself.

The trio didn't really have any plans of moving. Or if they did, Spider-man was the only who knew them, and right then he wasn't conscious, so he was no use at all. Until Peter woke up, they would stay in place.

An hour has passed before that ended up happening. And it was only from something making his Spidey Sense go haywire that caused him to startle awake. He jumped out of the girl's lap, already assuming a fighting stance after just waking up. Despite his alertness, he was still tired and couldn't remember what all was happening.

"What the hell is going on?" Peter croaked out, scanning the room in a slightly dazed manner. His voice was still raspy with sleep.

"You tell us," Flash grunted out.

Peter gave a confused look, so the girl chose to give him an explanation at his nonverbal cue. "You just suddenly jumped up. I'm assuming your Peter Tingle was going off and it caused you to shoot up...?" she rose a brow towards Peter. Though she was fairly confident her statement was true, there was still a possibility her prediction could be off.

"Nah," Peter started, "that probably wasn't it." His hand came up to stroke his chin in thought. He only stood there for a few seconds before hurriedly moving towards the door. "I was joking. That was totally my Spidey Sense— not 'Peter Tingle'— was going off."

"Am I ever wrong?" the girl replied cockily.

Peter and Flash both turned to stare at her, "Fifth grade social studies."

In fifth grade, they'd just started learning what each continent looked like and which oceans surrounded them. Their teacher had asked them something about the geography of the world. With full confidence, the girl had answered something completely off the mark. Of course both Peter and Flash just had to laugh, and of course they both just couldn't let her live it down.

"Shut up," she mumbled in embarrassment. She turned away from both of them, avoiding any possible eye contact that could happen. "What are you even doing anyways? Why are you taking down our little barricade?"

Peter didn't even glance over his shoulder to look at her when he spoke. It didn't matter much though; she was still refusing to look at Peter or Flash. "Something's telling me we need to leave while we still have the opportunity. I have a feeling something— no, definitely someone— is coming for us." He looked over to Flash, "Stop just being a meat bag and help me move this stuff so we can get out, will you?"

"You little punk," Flash sneered. Regardless of whether he wanted to assist Peter or not, he still walked over and started helping out in removing their barricade.

It was only a few seconds after Flash started helping did Peter find out the true reason why his Senses had disrupted his slumber. Voices. Two, no three, were steadily getting louder. Whoever was on that floor was getting closer to them. Which, no matter who it was, set off alarm bells within Peter. The only two people he could truly rely on as a superhero were both sitting quietly with him in that stupid room.