Flower Girl (Peter Parker x Reader)

Vulture Pt. 1

Peter

I barely managed to dodge the suit as it dove at me several times. Ruble fell all around me as I flipped and stuck to all sorts of cement walls and pillars.

"Sorry Kid." Markus stated after the wing suit finally stopped. Looking around at the mess, and him smiling face, I couldn't help but feel cocky.

"What are you talking about? That thing hasn't even touched me yet!" I laughed, standing in the open, ready for it to dive at me again. He smiled wider and stared me down.

"True. Then again, I wasn't aiming for you." With his words, the suit shot to him and got him out quicker than I could even blink. With the slightest bit of air the wings caused, the building rumbled and swayed.

I noticed the cracks that lined six pillars, the ones that surrounded me.

"Oh no..." I barely spoke before the ceiling caved down. The heavy pieces pinned me to the ground, causing deadly pain in my body. Dust clouded the air like a college vape and hookah party. I must have hit my head pretty hard to be thinking about that right now...

I felt the smoke and dust fill my lungs with every weak breath I took, the weight of the cement slabs making me hyperventilate pathetically.

At this rate, Vulture was going to rob that plane, and get away with it too. who knew the next chance I would get to stop him. I needed to get out of this, and quick!

"Come on come on come on... Okay ready?" I prepared myself as the massive weight fought with me. I pushed up hard, trying to get this thing off of me, but it felt impossible.

The trapped feeling became more intense as I cried out for help.

"Hello? Hello! Please- hey! I'm down here!" I cried out. A wet sob escaped my lips as I tried to wiggle out, but nothing moved. What kind of hero gets him or herself trapped under cement? What kind of a hero was I?

I felt useless.

"Im down here, I'm stu-I'm stuck! I can't move!" I yelled as loud as I could with the little air in my lungs. Not only did my ribs ache from the impact, but my lungs were being squeezed tightly together.

I couldn't save the people on the boat, I couldn't stop the weapon sales, I destroyed the sub shop, and now I couldn't even get myself out of building pieces. I was completely useless.

I let out a gurgled, pathetic cry and looked around, not knowing what to do.

I spotted my mask that had torn off, and watched as it matched up with my reflection in the puddle.

'If you're nothing with out this suit, then you shouldn't have it.' Tony's words mocked in my head. It was just like he said, I shouldn't have to depend solely on that special suit.

Since he took it away, I had time to focus on a lot more. I wasn't just some guy in an expensive pair of tights, I was Peter. I had an amazing girlfriend, best friend and aunt. I did great in school, I was on a fantastic academic team, I had everything I needed. I wasn't nothing, not to them at least.

Y/n always loved me, and she didn't even know I was Spiderman. No, I was more than that. I was Peter fucking Parker, the guy behind the mask this whole time. I didn't need that damn suit, I had what I needed.

"Come on Peter. Come on Spiderman. Come on Spiderman..." I kept repeating, my private speech giving me hope.

"come on Spideman!" I yelled before groaning harshly as I gave it my all to lift the ruble. As it began to shift, more of my body became stronger with hope and oxygen, one helping more than the other.

I could do this, I always could. This is who I am, this is what I am meant to do. For Y/n, for May, for all the people on this planet who needed me. This was who I was meant to be, and I would go to the end of the world to accomplish it.

"Come on Spiderman!"

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I managed to get free, not wasting a single second to get on my feet, rip my mask on, and run outside. I saw him gliding away, chasing after a plane I knew was Stark's.

Grunting and panting, I shot some webs onto a billboard and climbed up speedy quick, shooting a web onto the wingsuit and allowing it to pull me through the air.

I wish I had Karen to tell me what Markus was saying as his suit dragged a bit, but he didn't seem too worried.

The plane flickered before turning invisible, but The Vulture seemed to know exactly where it was.

He climbed higher and higher into the sky, making us disappear into clouds as I yelled at the height.

"Woooaahh!" I spoke loudly before deciding looking down was NOT the best idea.

I spun around in the air, flying side to side as he made his landing.

He stuck himself onto the bottom of the plane, causing me to bounce off of it repeatedly like a basketball.

"Oh my god, oh my god." I stated before sticking myself of calmly.

I watched stealth fully as Markus stuck his suit to the plane and placed four purple squares on it. I recognized them from when he tried to rob the truck that took me to the scary place with Karen.

The cubes opened the metal up, and Markus tucked inside, still not detecting me. I shot a web, hoping to stop him, but the wind took the web away like cotton candy. The wind was picking up as the plane sped up, causing me to let go for .2 seconds. Even that small let go caused me to fly back plenty.

I quickly grabbed hold again, letting out a heavy breath as I stabled myself. Hearing him moving around inside, I crawled back to the suit and planted myself. Suddenly, a small drone popped from beside my hand and flew off.

I knew it was a decoy for GPS. There would be no other purpose for it.

I watched angrily as it kept going straight but the entire plane curved, going off the plotted route.

I straddled the suit, knowing I needed to do something, ANYTHING, that would be of use. I groaned once again as I pulled on it, wanting to get rid of it forever. However, it was pretty stuck.

I finally had to idea to kick it, so I did.

My red sock covered foot banged hard against it until it got loose. One final kick, and the entire thing opened up. With one more kick, it lifted off, but not before opening intimidatingly and flying off itself.

I could see papers flying out of the hole, showing that the suit was keeping the air pressure inside calm.

With great struggles, I slowly climbed up the side of the plane and got to the door.

"Just a typical night on the outside of an invisible jet, fighting my girlfriend's dad!" I yelled to myself. The air knocked me on my back, but my reflexes caught me before I could fly off.

Looking beside me, I squinted for a second, seeing something. I quickly dodged down, however, when I saw the wingsuit coming right at me. It should have been a usual sight, but it still took me off guard.

I was quick to shoot a web on it, and before it could take me too far from the plane, and attached myself down.

I yelped in pain as my arms yanked apart, much faster than when I tried to stop that ferry. I heard Markus groan as I stopped him, and I now knew that he was in the suit, trying to get away.

Both webs, on him and the plane, snapped, sending the both of us right towards the jets.

"Oh god!" I yelled before shooting a web to the side of the plane to pull myself away. The Vulture's wing got caught in the jet, causing it to explode and both of us free falling for a second.

Shooting another web, I latched onto the plane and kicked away the pieces of jet that stuck to the many webs tangled on my body.

With two jets knocked out, I thought about how I expected this to go. I thought I would just calmly get onto the plane and catch him red handed.

Boy could I have been more wrong?

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