The Girl and the Superhero{Peter Parker}

Part 35(Peter's POV)

          I was sitting on Kenzie's roof, swinging my legs, thoughts racing through my head. Hardly any of them were concrete or clear. I kept reviewing the night a thousand times, hearing the snap of my webs breaking around the inhumanely large man. Frustration coursed through my veins, wondering how I could possibly make the webs any stronger. They weren't supposed to break. Not anymore.

          My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a rock hitting Kenzie's fence. I furrowed my eyebrows, pulling on my mask and creeping across Kenzie's roof in the direction of the sound.

          I heard the echoing clang of rocks hitting the fence multiple more times before I was able to peek my head over the edge of the roof and identify the source of the sound. The dark outline of a thin, tall person's arm moved repetitively, grabbing a rock from their right and throwing it half-heartedly at the fence opposite them. The small heap of rocks at the foot of the spotless (besides the new dents in it, obviously) fence was piling up quickly.

          I whistled. "Bro, what did that fence ever do to you?"

          The figure looked up at me, curiosity twinkling in his green eyes. I tilted my head to the side. "Hey, you're that guy that walked in with Lucy, right?"

          He stood up, craning his neck to look up at me and wiping his hands off on his worn jeans. "Uh, yeah. Charlie. Charlie Jackson. I know who you are, but how do you know Lucy?"

          "She's a friend of a friend--"

          "Oh yeah, Kenzie." Charlie's mouth widened slightly with a grin. "You two seemed, uh, friendly?"

          "I mean--" I grunted, pushing myself off of the roof and landing lightly right next to Charlie. Standing next to him, he was annoyingly tall. Nearly a head taller than me. I puffed my chest out a little bit and raised my chin as high as I could. "I guess you could say that."

          I decided to change the subject as Charlie's eyebrow rose, prompting me to elaborate. "What's with you and Lucy anyways?"

           Charlie laughed. "Pretty sure nothing as exciting as you and Kenzie."

          "That did not answer the question, dude." I leaned up against Kenzie's house. Through the walls, and with a little help from my good old spidey-senses, I heard the police finally start to file out of Kenzie's house, grumbling in confusion and asking a thousand questions back and forth about the intruder, who they now were calling 'The Grim Reaper'.

          "The sky is so interesting," Charlie sighed next to me, apparently deciding my relationship with Kenzie was no longer a pressing issue. I turned my head to see his gaze turned up towards the dark night above us.

          "What do you mean--"

          "It's always the same," he interjected. Charlie glanced back at Kenzie's house, the police sirens an unpleasant background noise. His stare returned to the stars. "No matter what's happening below it, it's always there. Always constant. It always looks the same." Charlie trailed off slightly.

          He had a point. The stars looked exactly the same tonight as they did the night I danced with Kenzie under them. It was crazy how much things had changed from that night to this one.

          Charlie shrugged. "I guess some people are like that, too. Everything stays the same on the surface, but underneath, everything in them is breaking."

          I clamped my teeth together tightly, trying to suppress the rising dread in my stomach that told me that, maybe, that's how Kenzie was feeling. I resolved to talk to her about it later.