Who Am I Living For?

Peter (1)

My eyes slowly started to open. As my eye sight started to become clearer I felt the massive headache I had. I groaned and I tried to reach up to my head. I realized that I couldn't because my hands where webbed together tightly, with a webbing that definitely hadn't come from me. As I struggled against the webbing and tried to pull it apart I realized i wasn't in my room anymore. I was on the roof of my apartment building and suddenly I remembered how I got here. I was in my room but I wasn't alone. And before I could realize who my company was I was webbed. Before the realization that there was someone else out there with my powers hit me, my head whipped up and I scoured my surroundings. It didn't take long to find my kidnapper. They where crouched in front of me, a couple feet apart from where I was. They held a defensive pose as if they where ready to run if they had too. They wore a black and white suit, skin tight like mine. The way the suit brought out their curves I could tell it was a her. Her mask hid her face, along with a hoodie that threw shadows over her mask. She realized I was looking at her and she shifted her pose slightly and then I realized she was clutching something in her hand, something red, my mask. My eyes widened in fright as I took in the fact that this stranger was looking at me maskless while I had my suit on. Would I be able to pass this of as cosplay? She followed my gaze to the mask and she crawled hesitantly towards me and lifted the mask in front of me. When she saw that I didn't flinch or seem to be scared at the idea of her being closer she lowered the mask onto my lap and soon as it left her hand she quickly jumped backwards and returned to her defensive pose. "I would put the mask on you, but I can't risk you calling Mr. Stark" her firm yet soft voice startled me. She didn't sound hostile like her pose. Her tone was actually apologetic. I wanted to be scared, I wanted to be frightened that my identity had been compromised but I couldn't bring myself to be scared in front of this stranger. Something about her just seemed so trustworthy and harmless. Instead of blurting out a stupid excuse for the suit i said "w-who are y-ou?" I wanted to sound confident but instead I stuttered. Awesome Peter. She cocked her head at me and looked down at my webbed hands as if she was thinking something over. She shrugged and seemed to make up her mind as she reached towards the webbing and pulled it apart in one swift move, a skill that I've been trying to master ever since I got my powers but still hadn't gotten. I flexed my fingers and I looked up at her "you don't think I'll run away?" "Your feet are webbed too idiot, I'm not stupid" I looked down and surely my feet where webbed together tighter than my hands. "My name is spider Gwen" she said as she held out her hand to me, did no longer seemed defensive instead she sat in front me of with crossed legs and relaxed shoulders that still managed to be poised at the same time. I didn't shake her hand and after a couple seconds of her hand being in the air she took it back and looked down. I didn't know how to process this Information. "Can't risk you calling Mr. Stark?" How did she know I could call him with my mask? The webbing that had bound my hands was obviously hers. She could do what I could do? Had she been bitten too? Why was she here, what did she want from me? "I'm sorry" she said as she stood up. "I'm not supposed to be talking to you, he told me not to talk to you, why don't I listen?" She mumbled that last part more to herself than to me. "Who told you not to talk to me?" She looked at me and realized I heard that. "Crap, of course you heard" she walked slowly backwards and started to aim her wrist "your leaving?" I asked. A little bit of disappointment in my voice "I am, but I never listen, I'll see you again" she said as she shot her first web and swung away. "I'm Peter by the way!" I called out to her, but she had already swung out of sight.