Spiderman Homecoming aftermath

First Mission

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Peters POV
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There was no way I was waiting for a late bus with Edalyn slumped over my back. I could feel the heat radiate off her forehead on my neck, she had a bad fever. Her steady breathing kept my panic down but I was still worried. I should've noticed that she wasn't feeling well earlier and I mentally slapped myself for being so blind when it came to women.
I carried Edalyn to the familiar empty alley by the school, the one I always changed in, and gently laid her down. Without thinking about it, I took a moment to admire her beauty. She didn't have any mascara on, revealing her long, nearly white eyelashes, her freckles appeared darker due to how pale her face had gotten and the hair that escaped her bun was matted to her forehead from sweat.
Ugh. I was such a creep.
I quickly changed into my suit, all the while making sure Edalyn didn't wake up, and secured both of our backpacks with web behind a dumpster.
I returned to her side and carefully bent her over my shoulder, I felt bad but I didn't know how else to hold her and swing at the same time.
I felt her move and mumble something making me panic. I needed to act fast before she woke up.
I exited the alley and used my free hand to shoot webs at buildings, swinging myself to the general direction of Edalyn's home. It was hard at first, since I was only using one hand to shoot and swing, but I quickly got a hang of it. However, after awhile my upper arm got tired from the weight and movement I was forcing on it. Using one arm was a lot more exhausting than I thought it would be.
I had to admit, I was glad to be in the air again, but I could hardy enjoy myself, especially when Edalyn's pale face kept coming to mind. She would kill me if she woke up, slung over my shoulder like a bag of potatoes, but I regretted nothing. This was the fastest way.
After what seemed like forever, we arrived at the Winsteads home. We landed behind some bushes and I tried to stretch my arm, it was killing me.
While shaking feeling back into my arm, I looked around to make sure there was no passerbys, then I shot a web and swung to the forth floor. I readjusted Ed to where I was carrying her bridal style and tapped on the door with my foot.
While waiting, I thought about how funny this probably looked. Spider-Man, carrying a random passed out girl, waiting outside an apartment door. What a sight.
It was Brock who opened the door. His friendly smile quickly faded off his face when he saw Edalyn and he ushered us inside.
I gingerly set her down on the main couch and then pulled off my mask. I turned to Brock who was immediately at Edalyn's side, and tried to explain myself,
"She looked tired at school today but I didn't know she was sick, I would've brought her home earlier if I knew, I-"
Brock waved me off "Peter, calm down, she's fine, it looks like she got hit in the head by something from this mornings fight, probably debris, and plus lack of sleep and stress, her body just gave out." He looked at me with calm eyes and a gentle smile.
"She'll be up and running within a couple days, don't blame yourself and don't worry too much about it."
I nodded, "how did you know about this morning?" I asked the question carefully.
Brock walked into the kitchen as he talked, "Ed's suit alerts us whenever her heart-rate increases to certain level, or in other words, whenever she's fighting. We can also pull up everything she sees, says and does. The suit will alert us whenever she leaves the city and if we ever wonder where she's at, we can track her by the chip that's installed in her suit."
I sat there for a second, not really knowing what to say, and watched Brock prepare himself some coffee.
"Wow, well, that's cool... I guess."
Brock chuckled, "No, Not really, I don't want her to feel like she's being monitored, like some sort of animal." He sighed, "but, orders are orders, and the last thing Cassie and I want is to be excused from this job."
"Wait," I questioned, "those are all Tony's orders?" It made sense, but it seemed like a bit much.
Brock nodded and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Yep, and we are gonna obey them, even if they're a bit overbearing. You see, Cassie and I, we're spies. Always have been, so we decided a long time ago, that it'd be best not to have kids."
He took a drink before continuing.
"But by the time we realized that we wanted a normal life with a normal family, we knew that it was too late. There are gangs who want us dead and other enemies who want information from us. We're constantly being tracked and it'd be risky to even try to live a normal life. However, Stark found us and offered us this opportunity to care and raise this young girl while keeping her safe and understanding that she has a strange life as well. It just kinda worked. I guess you could say we're an abnormal family."
He looked at me. "You might be wondering why I'm telling you all this."
I kept quiet but nodded.
He took another drink, "I want you to know that we're not doing this for money or for a job. I want you to see that we genuinely care for Ed, she's not a project, and I don't want you to treat her like a project either." Brock put his glass down and leaned against the counter. "She's starting a life here, and if you're gonna be in it, you're gonna be real with her. Not just a partner but a friend. Someone she can turn to, someone she can trust."
He chuckled to himself and stretched his arms above his head, "Oh Cassie was right, I'm a lil over protective. Well. I gotta go get some groceries, Cassie's on a different mission but she'll be home later tonight. If you don't mind, could you stay here with Ed, till she wakes up? I'll phone your aunt and let her know."
I nodded "of course, well I mean yes. Yeah I'll stay. Here. With her.." I stumbled over my words awkwardly.
Brock smiled, "Thanks Pete."
He started out the door and I walked after him, "Thank you, I mean, for telling me. Edalyn's a friend, and I know it's only been a couple days, but she's more than a partner or project to me. She's a friend." I kicked myself for repeating the same sentence, but Brock seemed to understand. He nodded and then waved, shutting the door behind him.