Being a hero with Autism had always been hard. Not only did I have to focus on caring for myself because if I didn't I would, most of the time, forget to properly take care of myself but I also had to look after idiots who couldn't look after themselves. It's not that I wanted to be a hero, it was more of the fact that I had nothing else to do. What could I do with my powers other than being a hero? I didn't want to be a villain because I knew what it felt like to lose the people you love and care for and I also didn't want to deal with being a fugitive from the law as well as focusing on my autistic needs. My friend, Peter, also was a great influence on me becoming a hero as because we had similar powers (both of them being spidey powers) it was a good idea to get advice from him as I wanted to learn how to better control the damn powers so I could go about my days as normal as I could get.
When the Avengers pretty much were broken up, most either dying in the fight against Thanos or just deciding that it was time to retire I did the same. Packing up my things I said goodbye to New York and said hello to the small country town called 'Westview'. Everything was going fine in Westview other than the fact that I had to get used to everything and that I spent most of my days in my new small house on the outskirts of town unpacking and placing everything in their respectful places. What I didn't realize was the certain magical green eyed woman who was about to come and disturb the quiet and otherwise peaceful day to day life in the small town of Westview.
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I groan, my head being in constant pain as I walk throughout the streets of Westview, my dress and hair blowing in the wind behind me, causing me to blush as I try my best to be discrete. Remind me why I'm wearing dresses when I hate them. I don't even know why or how I ended up wearing it in the first place, it was the only thing in my otherwise empty closet, but I swear I had other clothes than just this. The disappearance of my clothes wasn't the only weird thing that had happened in Westview as of late, many other things had happened, such as a constant blaring headache, nightmares plaguing my sleeping mind and a constant red mist that would seem to follow me constantly. It put me on edge, more than I would like to admit, so much so that I ended up going to group counselling sessions on the daily. It wasn't much of an actual counsel session, more of a group ran by a random person who would allow any lost soul to come to their dumb ass group sessions. I don't even know why I go, most days I say nothing when it comes to me, but I guess it doesn't hurt, it is free. Better than just sitting at home losing my mind.
I sighed, standing in front of the building I open the door, immediately being greeted by blinding bright colours and the scent of jasmine. God, I hate this. It's making me sick. I advert my eyes away from the otherwise questionable taste of colour splattered across the room as well as the sickening self-help posters. As I stare ahead at the person at the front counter I roll my eyes at their creepy smile, moving past them towards the stairs I move up them, taking one stair at a time, when I lean forward, my hand clutching my forehead as I gasp in pain. Fuck, it's getting worse, maybe it was the triggering bright colours. I try and ignore the pain as I take another step forward, only to fall over and before my face can land into the ground I feel arms wrap around me, centering myself.
I look up, my eyes connecting with a pair of green ones as a woman with long fluffy ginger hair looks down at me with worry plastered across her face. I furrow my eyebrows, only for myself to groan. Fucking dammit. She frowns, her grip tightening its hold on me as she finally speaks, her voice hinted with an unknown accent that I can't quite place,
"Hmm, you don't look so good. Are you sure you should be out of your home today?"
I take in a sharp breath as my body shudders in pain, the familiar red mist appearing on the outside of my eyesight. My lip wobbles as I shakily say,
