Bitten

Chapter 10

I sit near the window of the hotel room looking at the rain falling. Mr. Stark was across the world right now chasing after Captain America and his friend. I heard a knock on the hotel room door. I furrowed my eyebrows and got up from my seat. I walked to the door. I opened it to see Black Widow. "Ms. Widow. What are you doing here?" "I came to talk to you." "Yeah well the last time that happened Tony told me he knew I was Spider-Man." I said. "Tony can come across brash and ignorant." "I noticed." I said fidgeting with my fingers. I walked away leaving the door open inviting her inside. She walked inside. "Mr. Parker, what happened out there was there a reason for your outburst of rage?" "Not really I don't know what happened. I guess I was mad about not getting help from anyone while I was busy getting crushed by the jet bridge that I was trapped under." I said looking at her. "It's okay." "Is it though? I mean it wasn't right for me to go against you guys like that. I don't know what came over me." I said ashamed. "You said that you lost people doing what you do. Have you lost people you've cared about?" "Yes. Just recently, A year and a half ago, I lost my girlfriend Gwen Stacy to a villain of my mine. I tried to save her but she got whiplash from the force of my webs and broke her neck. Then I lost my girlfriend's father Captain Stacy." "I am familiar with the death of Captain Stacy." "Yeah well did you know that I was the reason he died. He was killed by a giant lizard trying to turn the world into a reptilian planet. He died because I couldn't save him, Gwen died because I couldn't save her. My friends died because I was possessed. Everyone around me dies. So, I guess I try to keep people from dying too much that I didn't appreciate the fact of letting everyone down in New York City when they found out that Spider-Man died by jet bridge caused by Captain America. I don't want that on my conscience and then what? The city gets overrun because I'm dead and there is no one to protect people. I guess I tried to get the point across of ignoring someone dying or in trouble because it has happened to much to me that I didn't want it to happen to any of you for it being a young teenager....I'm sorry I just told you everything I'm feeling right now like your my psychiatrist." I explained. "It's okay. You're just a kid, Peter. A kid like yourself shouldn't have to go through the things you do on a everyday basis." "What I'm going to do? Mr. Stark probably hates me now." "I have an idea." "What?" "Why don't you prove to Tony that you aren't the person who just nearly cost him the capture of Cap and Bucky? By....being the best hero you can possibly be in New York city." She said sitting down on next to me. I looked at her. "What if I can't? What if I'm just a kid who doesn't know what he's doing? What if I'm just making more chaos than I am happiness and relief?" I asked. "I don't believe that and I think you don't believe that because if you did you would never be Spider-Man again." She told me. I nodded my head. "Sometimes I wish that it was easier...but no I make things more difficult by letting Cap and his friend Bucky get away." I said standing up. "Take it easy, kid. It's okay. We all make mistakes. It's what we do with those mistakes that defines who we are." She said standing up to her feet. I nodded. "Thanks Black Widow." "Please, call me Natasha." she said. "Okay, thank you Natasha." "No problem, kid." She replied walking out of the room and closed the door behind her. "God she's pretty." I said to myself. 

I walked over to my new spider suit that I might have to give back because I messed up big time. Well, sorry for almost being crushed to death by a 100 year old super soldier named Captain America! I sighed looking at the suit. I walked away from it and stared out the window thinking about what Natasha said.