Party Tattoos {Peter Parker - Homecoming}

THREE - CITY LIGHTS

It was a dark, New York night. Police sirens were heard weaving through tall skyscrapers peppered with windows. The city lights shone brightly. A single figure crouched down, high above the streets. In his red and blue sweatshirt, the internet famous Spider-Man breathed as quietly as he could. He had just heard about a car chase happening down a nearby street.

"You got this," he whispered to himself. He stretched his gloved fingers and took a deep breath. However, before the Spider-Man could swing off the building, a fast gust of wind blew past him. He jumped back, startled. "Who's there?!" he yelled, trying to also conceal his voice. He squinted his eyes in the dim lights.

"Who the hell are you?" The Spider-Man whirled around, breathing heavily, and widened his eyes behind his black goggles.

"Oh my god..." he whispered.

There was a person perched on top of a table near him. They straightened up but were shrouded in the darkness. He couldn't see their face. The most surprising observation, though, was the wings. There were quite big but not completely towering, and they closely resembled dragonfly wings. The Spider-Man couldn't recognize the voice - it sounded fairly like a young adult male. The person looked also like a young adult male, but the Spider-Man couldn't see much.

"I said, who are you?" the mysterious person asked.

"I asked first," the boy in red said. As the Spider-Man, he had somehow gained more confidence.

"I'm a nobody."

"That's probably not true." He paused. "I'm Spider-Man."

"I know."

"Well ok then. Are you a criminal?"

"No."

"Oh ok, that's good. Then I don't have to beat you up," he said, slightly smirking. The person laughed.

"That's nice. You couldn't even catch me if you wanted, Spider-Man."

"You're rude."

"Very." The person looked at the buildings around them, and their wings fluttered in the wind. "Well it was nice meeting you. I'll see you around." Without another word, they dove off of the concrete edge and flew into the night. The Spider-Man debated about shooting some webs to catch them, but he decided against it.

The sound of sirens brought him back to reality. He would have to research about the new vigilante later. With that final mental verdict, the Spider-Man flipped and swung into New York City.

//

"Did you all hear about that new dude, like the one flying around the city?" Michelle asked one afternoon. Peter looked up sharply, then rubbed his neck.

"Ouch," he murmured.

"Don't get too excited, Parker," Dev laughed.

"He likes superhero-type people," commented Ned. Peter blushed.