New Game

Chapter 9

   I wake up with a splitting headache. I open my eyes and see a dark night sky. I sit up and look around to see that I'm sitting on a..... building. What? I thought there was a car. I try standing up but my knees shake and then I fall right back on my butt. I bring my hand to my head and feel a large lump on my head. Great!

  I spot a head peeping around a vent at me. I must be seeing things because the head is red and has big white eyes. I squint my eyes. No, I'm not seeing things. There really is a head over there. "Uhm, hello?"

"Hello, I'm Spiderman," the head says and walks out from behind the vent followed by the rest of the body. It has to be a teenager because his voice is still high.

"Spider who?"

"Spiderman. I'm.. I'm one of the Avengers."

  I stand up and try to make my knees stop shaking. Spiderman rushes over and grabs a hold of my arm, steadying me. "Thanks. Uhm, could you tell me where exactly I am?"

"Oh, you're in Queens," he says.

"Queens? So, I'm not in Asgard?" I ask with hope.

   Spiderman looks at me. "Uhm, I've never heard of this Asgard but no. You're not there."

   I smile. "Thank the Lord."

  I feel my power inside me, moving around in my body as it patiently waits for the next time for me to use it. I order it to start healing me and it does. I look at Spiderman with wide eyes. "Did you say the Avengers?"

"Uhm... yes."

"Well, where are they? They're not here are they?" I ask and look around hoping that Bucky and Steve don't show up to see me like this.

"I-I don't know," Spiderman says and looks away.

   I narrow my eyes at him. "What do you mean?"

"I'm sort of the new guy."

"Well, you are just a teenager and they are a bunch of adults."

   Spiderman turns his face towards me. "Who told you I was a teenager?" he yells at me. His eyes go wide and I have to stop myself from laughing from his voice rising.

"Uhm, no one."

  I grab at his mask and pull it of. He squeals like a little kid as I pull off his mask. Immediately, he brings his hands to cover his face. I see brown messy hair between his hands. I take this moment to look at the rest of his strange and blue costume. There's a little red spider on his chest and black lines all over his costume. I raise an eyebrow at him.

   Spiderman moves one of his fingers and a brown scared eye looks at me. I smile and giggle but then regret it when my head starts to feel like it's pounding. I bring the hand that has the mask in it to my bump on my head and moan. Slowly, Spiderman removes one of his hands so I can only see half of his face. "Are... are you alright?"

"No. I think I just got hit by a car, I escaped Asgard where a lunatic was keeping me as prisoner, and I lost my family. I was once a HYDRA assassin along with the love of my life. So, yeah. I think I'm not alright. Don't you?" I snap at him.

   Spiderman takes a step back with a look of fear on his face. I sigh and shake my head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. It's just.... my life hasn't been great...."

   Spiderman's face seems to soften and he gets the courage to approach me. He sits down beside me and brings his knees to his chest, revealing all of his face to me. I look at his teenage face with little freckles scattered on his face and his beautiful brown eyes. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I... I lost my uncle a couple years back. I still miss him..."

   Oh. I watch as tears start to form in Spiderman's eyes. I rap my arm around him and feel him tense. He looks at me and I give him the warmest smile I can muster. "It'll get better. I promise."

   He smiles at me. "Thanks."

"No problem. Do you think you could explain to me why you're dressed like that?" I point at his costume. He looks down at himself and then smiles at me.

"I'm a kid who has superpowers and doesn't want anyone to know about it."

"Ah. What kind of powers?" I ask with curiosity.

   Spiderman looks around and his eyes light up when he spots an old can on the other side of the roof. He looks at me with a big goofy smile on his face while I raise my eyebrow at him. "Watch this," he says and points his hand at the can.

   I watch with wide eyes as  white material shoots out of his wrist and hits the can. My mouth drops open when the he pulls his arm to his chest and the can shoots across the roof to him. He catches the can in his other hand and hands it to me. I take the can and examine the white, sticky material on the can. I touch it and am amazed at how soft yet strong it is.

   I look at him. "How? What?"

   Spiderman laughs and takes the can from me. "It's sort of a long story...."

"I don't mind," I say eagerly.

  Spiderman bites his bottom lip as if debating something. He shakes his head. "I-I can't... I'm sorry."

  I smile. "It's ok." Then, an idea forms in my messed up mind. "Want to see something cool?"

  Spiderman looks at me curiously. I look around and spot another can on the other side of the roof. I form my hand in form of a gun and point my finger at the can. A bright blue blast shoots out of my finger and nails the can, disintegrating it instantly. Spiderman shoots up with his mouth hanging down open. He points at the can. "How.... What... Did you...."

  I smile smugly, enjoying his surprise and amazement. Spiderman looks down at me. "How did you do that?"

"I have this strange power in me that allows me to do that. I just woke up one day with it inside me."

"That's.... that's incredible. Does Mr. Stark know about this?"

  I freeze. "No... None of them know about. They can't!"

  I stand and grab ahold of Spiderman when my knees start shaking. He helps me stand and looks at me as seriously as he can with all the excitement. "You HAVE to tell them. Mr. Stark can help you."

   I shake my head. "No. They all think I'm dead."

"What? Why?"

"It's sort of a long story..."

"I've got time," he says with a smile on his face. "Well, I just have to be home in time for super or Aunt May will kill me."

  I laugh and smile. "Fine."

  Spiderman extends his hand towards me. "My name's Peter."

  I look at his hand and shake it. "Kyra."