I hopped from rooftop to rooftop, my feet flying across the gravel that lined the roofs. I looked at the screen on my goggles, leading me through the streets as I ran. I kept going, my feet seeming to take me somewhere I didn't know. My feet skidded to a stop as I saw a blaring blue light coming from the inside of a glass walled building. A group of men in Avengers masks stood inside, using some piece of equipment to pull out the front of an ATM. I had a moment of hesitation.
Maybe this is a bad idea. I should really just leave this to the professionals. I mean, Spider-Man has this under control, right?
A loud banging brought me out of my thoughts. I watched as Spider-Man was slammed around, struggling to keep up. I let out a sigh.
"Alright, let's see what these babies can do." I flicked my hands against my sides, the gloves powering up with a quiet whirr. The lazer shot up into the air, making a hole in the roof. I let out a smirk and hopped onto the fire escape, carefully pulling my body onto the roof. I sighed as I jumped down, my sneakers hitting the floor with a thump. I looked up, giggling a little at the compromising situation.
Spider-Man was suspended in the air, a shocked and confused expression showing through the eyes of his mask. I let out a smirk.
"Cool tech guys! Mind if I borrow it for a second?" I shot a bolt of electricity from my hand, hitting the piece of equipment in the man's hand. The gun-like tool shorted out and electrocuted the man, sending him flying back into the wall. Spider-Man fell down to the ground, letting out a groan. I looked at my hands and smiled a bit, running over to help Spider-Man up. I reached my hand down, holding it out for him to take.
"Thought you might need a little help with-"
"Duck!" He yelled and I ducked down, turning as he shot a web at an approaching robber. I hopped back up, pushing Spider-Man down by his shoulder abruptly as another man came up behind him. I grabbed the robbers arm, sending a shockwave through it. He yelped and stumbled back, gripping his arm tightly. I stood up straight, turning around so my back was against Spider-Man's.
"So you shoot sparks out of your hands?" Spider-Man turned his head and spoke to me as he shot the robbers with his webs.
"Yep. And don't ask me to explain how or why because its a long story." I stunned a few guys and swapped spots with Spider-Man, knocking out the guys who he'd webbed up while he webbed up the ones I stunned.
"I mean, it's pretty cool. I wish I had the power of electricity, that would be kinda cool. Yah know, maybe-"
"You talk alot." I stood in front of him and adjusted my hood, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Yeah, its a bit of a bad habit of mine." I chuckled a bit as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. My eyes widened as one of the men stood up, machine raised. I moved my hands to shoot a rod of electricity at the machine, but all that came out was a few sputtering sparks.
"Oh shi-" The machine powered up and I jumped off the wall, gripping onto the edge of the hole in the roof. I pulled myself up, sitting on the roof. I let out a laugh at the man but jumped when I heard an explosion. I watched as the building across the street caught on fire, Spider-Man rushing over to help. I hopped back down into the bank, searching around for the man. I shot a quick blast at him, knocking him unconscious and rendering his laser gun or whatever it was useless. I left him there, grabbing a sticky note off the desk in the corner of the building. I picked up the pen, quickly writing a poorly scribbled message on it.
Careful with the weapons. Might wanna lock em up in a special evidence locker or give them to Damage Control. They also may be a small electrocution hazard.
I need someway to sign the note. I searched through my head to find a decent name, running through several different names in my head. My mind kept running back to what Spider-Man told me.
"So basically you shoot sparks out of your hands?"
I scribbled a messy signature of the name Spark at the bottom, sticking the note against the robbers forehead. I popped back up through the hole in the roof, laughing at the almost absurd sight of Spider-Man carrying a cat out of the burning building and to the man sitting on the curb. I turned off my gloves, fixing my bandana and turning to head back in the direction I came from.
"Wow, leaving already? I don't even know your name." I turned back around, smirking under my bandana.
"Spark. Name's Spark." I turned to leave again but was stopped by a firm grip on my arm. I turned, Spider-Man's face dangerously close to mine.
"Will I ever see you again then?" I let out a small giggle when he asked, a tone of desperation in his voice.
"Hopefully. Under less...dangerous circumstances." He slowly released his grip on me. I moved my body to turn towards the direction of my apartment building, turning my head back as I fixed my goggles. I pushed a stray hair under the hood and let out a smile. "See yah round Spidey." And with that, I jumped off to the fire escape of the next building.
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My legs ached. My arms ached. My feet ached. Everything ached. After the night I had, I just wanted to lay in bed all day and sleep. I trudged through the hallways of the high school, my head down and legs dragging across the ground. I walked into the cafeteria, quickly grabbing my lunch and walking to the table. I dropped the tray in front of me, setting myself down tiredly on the bench. I laid my head on my hands, closing my eyes.
"Dude, you look like shit." I opened my eyes tiredly as Ned's voice pounded like drums.
"Thanks Ned. That's exactly what I wanted to hear when I feel like I'm going to collapse." I hadn't even realized Peter was sitting at the table until he let out a chuckle. I looked up and gasped.
"Peter, what happened to your face?" His face was littered in bruises, a tiny cut on his neck. It didn't look too severe and the bruises weren't bad, but it was still a sight to see.
"Nice to see you too." He let out a laugh and turned a serious expression when he saw my concern. "I just, uh, ran into some trouble."
"Why didn't you come by? I would have patched you up."
"It was late and I didn't wanna disturb you." He glanced down at my arms. "What the hell happened to your arms?" I glanced down and hid them under the table.
When I got home last night and peeled off the suit, I noticed the injuries I hadn't registered having. It seemed that using my powers affected my body in ways that weren't fatal, but were definitely damaging. My arms had a few slight "burn marks," the kind that appear on the skin when you get electrically shocked. There weren't nearly as many now as there were before, showing I had some sort of tissue regeneration.
"Uhm, I was just working on something and got shocked. I'm fine, it's nothing too bad." I glanced down at the ground, fidgeting with my hands. My eyes slightly widened as a thought crossed my mind.
Who am I supposed to tell about this? I can't tell Peter, he'll think I'm a freak. Ned will tell everyone. My parents can't know because they'll send me to a mental asylum or something. I should at least tell Spider-Man, right? I mean, he deserves to know his tech guy is working with him....right?
I came to the conclusion that this had to be a secret for now. Maybe forever, even. I just tuned back into the conversation and continued laughing. I mean, I can still live my life normally, right?
No. I was completely, and utterly, wrong.
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Fanfiction{this book is currently going through an extensive editing process. writing styles may not line up between chapters and some plot points may not match up until book is fully edited. edited chapters will be marked with a checkmark} You never believe...
