🔸Hailey POV🔸
Our tour on Sunday goes smoothly. The Parkers take us sightseeing and to some of their favorite local restaurants. A light snowfall has coated everything in white again, and snowflakes are sticking to me like glue. I manage to get Peter to actually talk with me, assaulting him with questions about school and other things.
"So, who's that Spider guy?" I ask, nibbling on a churro that we got from a street vendor.
Peter pauses mid bite, his eye twitching slightly. He bites down and mumbles, "W-Who?"
"You know, that guy with the mask in a red and blue onesie who calls him self Spider-Man?"
"Oh." Peter swallows, but it looks more like a nervous gulp. "He's the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
"Okay? What does he do? Is he part of the Avengers?" I take another bite of my churro and cast a glance at Mom and May who are checking out another street vendor. They're talking very animatedly, their hands flapping around as they make dramatic gestures.
"He's like a local superhero. As far as I know, he's not an Avenger. He looks out for the little guy, takes on the villains the Avengers don't mess with."
"So he's a vigilante. Cool."
"Why are you asking?" He looks at me nervously.
I shrug. "He helped me out of a jam."
"Hailey! Come on you two, May wants to take us somewhere special!" Mom calls, waving us over.
"Christen, don't interrupt their moment!" May hisses, gently slapping my mom's arm.
Peter and I roll our eyes and follow the overly enthusiastic women down the block. I should probably be paying more attention to my surroundings, but it's the weekend and I am feeling lazy.
"Hey! Watch it!" A cyclist barrels past me, nearly knocking me off my feet. I bump into a street vendor who immediately lets loose a colorful string of curses on me in Spanish.
"Sorry, Mr. Hernández! She's with me." Peter grabs my arm and pulls me away from the furious Latino who is still angrily ranting in Spanish. "Geez, watch it."
"Sorry," I mumble. "Chicago is totally different from this, or at least the part I'm from."
"Oh crap. Where'd they go?" Peter stands on his tiptoes and scans the crowd for Mom and May, a panicked expression on his face. "We lost them."
"Do you know where they were going?" I sidestep a lady on a scooter and squeeze closer to Peter.
"Nope." Peter drops back down on his heels and turns to face me. He jumps back startled when his nose bumps my forehead. "W-What are you doing?"
"Sorry. There was this lady on a scooter who almost ran over me. What's it with people here? Do they have a thing for running into people?" I shake my head. "So, what are we gonna do? Should we go back?"
"I'll call Aunt May." Peter digs around in his coat pocket and pulls his phone out. "Crap, it's dead. Can I use yours?"
I bury my flushed face in my scarf. "Uh, I haven't gotten a new phone yet. My dad has my old one."
"Oh." Peter frowns. "Well, we can find a pay phone, I guess. Got any change?"
I nod and pull out my wallet. I hand him some quarters and follow him down the street in search for a pay phone.
The farther we go, the more crowded the streets get. I almost lose him a few times, but push through the crowds with ease. We find a pay phone in a deli and Peter calls May.
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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...
