Flourish (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Book Three

Narrator

The last light of day was casting its glow onto the lonely streets of Queens. The chilly breeze licked the tips of your ears and nose before disappearing into the open air. It was the end of winter and the few people living on the block were starting their spring preparations.

You found yourself on the rooftops quite often, intrigued with the lives created by those left over. The population had ever so slightly increased over the past five years as everyone did their best to carry on. Every new pair of feet that touches the Earth leaves a mark they can't even comprehend yet.

Despite the steady flow of newcomers, you found yourself watching the most unfamiliar but recognizable face. Ever since Tony gave the 'okay' to let you explore on your own, you had made it your personal mission to protect the last piece of Peter you had left.

The breeze increased, whistling against your eardrums as you covertly watched Aunt May place her last tulip bulb into the soil. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, a streak of dirt following, before gazing out at the setting sun.

You couldn't help but let out a long sigh, relaxing just at the sight of her peace. It was unimaginable, her pain. Even though you could only recall her from stories, you knew she was struggling. You were just happy to see her out of the house for something more than a grocery run.

Your phone, another privilege from Tony, buzzed in your pocket a single time. Your eyes watched May pick up all of her tools, garden trowel, hand rake, and a bucket of weeds, as you felt near your hip. You finally broke away from May as you took your phone from your pocket and glanced at the screen.

"Dinner." You read Tony's text aloud to yourself and looked back up. "Goodnight." You sighed as you saw that Aunt May had gone inside but quickly sent back a text that said you were on your way.

A few pigeons flew by, startled as they hadn't expected you to be on the roof, and fluttered in the other direction. You smiled peacefully and watched them perch on a roof across the street before shoving your phone back into your pocket. It was nice to see life coming back but it could never replace those that were lost.

You walked to the edge of the building, sliding down the ladder quickly as you did most days and landing hard on your feet. Your ankles ached as you walked it off, unbothered by the pain as you began the long walk home. Your eyes watched your surroundings closely, avoiding anyone and anything, not that anyone had ever bothered you. It was quiet, almost always.

You frowned as you realized you waited way too long to make your way back. Within an hour of trekking through your carved path in the woods, the sun had set completely. Any other person would have been afraid of walking in the dark woods alone but that was the blessing in your power. No man, animal, or being could lay their hands on you.

Natasha and Tony made the call to keep your ability a secret from anyone who wasn't on the team. Your biggest defense is your opponent's obliviousness.

You quickened your pace and began sprinting, trying to cut the last hour of the walk in half.

Stark is going to kill me.