🔸Hailey POV🔸
"Hailey! Make sure you grab the air mattress out of the van! The delivery guys said the furniture won't be here until tomorrow!"
"Yes, Mom." I, Hailey Brown, quickly shove my clothes into the closet and exit our small apartment to fetch the air bed from the van. I jog down the hall and practically fall down the stairs as I run. Throwing open the doors at the bottom of the staircase, I pull out the car keys and press the button, locking and unlocking the van so I could find it. Lights blink eight cars down and I walk briskly through the ankle deep snow.
The air is bitter cold and goosebumps form on my arms. I rub my shoulders and wish I had put on my coat before coming outside. Normally, I didn't have to worry about being cold, my internal body temperature would rise to stay at its constant 98 degrees. But the bitter cold air of Queens was not like the chilly air back in Chicago.
I unlock the van and slide the side door open. A box of Mom's pots and pans nearly falls on my foot but I catch it and shove it back inside. I glance around, hoping that the air bed is near the edge and not buried in the depths of boxes, and sigh in disdain when I don't see it. Muttering under my breath about how Mom has too much junk, I dive into the pile of boxes in search of the air bed.
A solid five minutes later, I clamber out of the van, air bed in tow. I slam the door shut and lock it, pressing the button several times before it clicks. While fiddling with the keys, I don't notice the large man coming up behind me, his hand inching towards the knife in his waistband. An air bed would be nicer to sleep on than gravel for a man like him.
"Stupid car keys, don't even wo-" A shove from behind sends me tumbling to the snowy sidewalk and the air bed is wrenched from my grip. "Hey!"
The man is already sprinting away, shooting a sneer over his shoulder. It takes every fiber of my body to restrain myself. I stand and watch as the man runs away successfully. His moment of glory doesn't last long though, ending abruptly when a man in a red and blue onesie smacks into the thief's back and sends him face first into a snow pile.
The man in the onesie nimbly lands on a light pole before dropping down onto the thief, pushing him deeper into the snow pile. He digs around for a few seconds before pulling out my air mattress and jumping to his feet. He turns and shoots something that looks like silly string on the guy's hands before facing me. He walks up to me with a puffed out chest trying to be cool, but considering he looks barely four inches taller than me and almost as skinny, he looks anything but cool. He holds out the air bed and in a rather boyish voice says, "I believe this is yours."
"Thanks." I exhale, grateful I didn't have to take matters into my own hands, and take it from his outstretched hand. I look him over, my lips quirking up in a confused smile when I look at his outfit. His red and blue onesie is more of a suit than a onesie. A spider insignia glimmers on his chest, and his face is hidden by a mask. "Um, who are you?"
Had it not been for his mask, the man/boy's look of surprise would've confused me even more. He puts his fists on his hips and strikes a pose. "I'm the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
"The what?" I arch my eyebrow.
"Spider-Man."
"Never heard of him."
"Oh come on! How could have not heard of me before? I just took out this crazy arms dealer a couple months ago and saved New York!"
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The Recluse •{Spider-Man}•
Fanfiction"Who are you?" Spider-Man crouched in front of me, his shoulders stiff. "To some, I am a destructive fire from hell that sets their lives ablaze and turns them into ash." "And to others?" "A comforting flame that flickers softly and brings light to...
