Peter had run out to grab some coffee for Karter and himself after the days events, but he was still shaking. The full gravity of the days events had finally hit him, and it took everything Peter had in him not to cry. Not wanting to face anyone in the area, he took a longer detour into a coffee shop in Manhattan. He didn't even know he was doing it until he saw a huge church.
As he entered the coffee shop opposite the church, he noticed there was barely anyone in there, and only one person was standing at the counter. She was wearing a long sleeved black crop top with no coat (an unwise move as it was rather cold out), and a pair of black and white stormtrooper-esque trousers. She had a bunch of dark black tattoos and a pair of aviator sunglasses on her head. He approached her with caution, standing a bit to the right of her.
"You look lost." She eventually said, glancing at him briefly. Peter blushed red, he really did. He was gazing up at the menu board in confusion, he just wanted two coffees. "You okay? You look a bit shaken." The girl asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Peter nodded his head, not wanting to into details about the day.
"Um, yeah yeah. I'm good, yeah." Peter stuttered, earning an amused looked from the girl. He wondered whether or not he should introduce himself, and took a shallow breath. "I'm Peter." He said, his voice shaking slightly. The girl glanced at him again, and her face suggested she knew something was wrong.
"I'm Hela." She replied. Peter nodded, his mind going into overdrive. He'd heard the name before, and scrunched his nose.
"Like Thor's Sister?" Peter asked, a frown on his face. In Norse mythology, Hela was a force to be reckoned with, more powerful than anyone else. She was also the goddess of death. Hela's face contorted in confusion.
"Who's Thor?" She asked seriously, folding her arms and turning slightly to face Peter. With one look Peter came to the conclusion that if he wasn't gay he'd totally be in love with her. Hela was serious apparently, and Peters jaw dropped open in shock.
"You're kidding right?" Peter asked stunned, Thor was a massive deal. Did she live under a rock? Hela was handed her coffee, and a group of people with similar tattoos walked towards her. Was she a part of a cult? Oh my god he had befriended a murderer, he thought.
"Rosario." The boy at the front with brown hair called to her, a faint frown on his face appearing. Peter assumed Rosario was her last name, and smiled at it. Hela turned to face the tattooed group, and she grimaced slightly before hiding it. "Let's go." He said, and the group moved to leave. Hela smiled at Peter, and backed away to follow them.
"May I suggest the Vanilla Latte, it's delicious." Hela said, still walking away from him. Peter was incapable to move, his body going into auto pilot mode. "See you around, Spiderboy." She said. Peter didn't even acknowledge she had called him what Karter had earlier, his mind going numb. He turned and ordered two Vanilla Lattes. After he collected the coffees and went outside, he saw the group walk into an abandoned church.
He assumed he had literally befriended a cult member, and decided to leave as quickly as possible, wanting to get home and go over his 'powers' with Karter.
It had been an interesting detour.
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Fanfiction"There's a point in time where we have to stop lying to ourselves, face the music, and accept the person we've become or change for the better." Nothing is what it seems. [a Trans!Peter FanFic] |undergoing slight editing| |completed| Highest Ranking...
