Grant

Chapter One-Lost Boys

^Grant (For full disclosure, Grant and Peter are in their twenties.👌🏼👍🏼)

"No, no, no. Pete." I laugh, unable to help myself. "You've got to keep a firm grip or the handles will yank themselves out of your hands." My hands clasp onto his and squeeze while his brown eyes look up at me.

"G, why are you letting me do this? I live in New York; I don't need to know how to drive." He says and I scoff.

"First, driving a motorcycle isn't just driving. It's an experience." I emphasize and he rolls his eyes, small grin on his face. "And this is a useful skill. Now, shut up and try again." My feet step to the side after shutting his helmet and I wave a hand to give him the go ahead. We're in a parking lot beside a condemned building in the smoggy city of New York.

Figured it might be better to get him to practice in a place out of the way. Not too far from our apartment anyways and he needs to get out without the suit sometimes. "Woo! Yeah!" I cheer enthusiastically when he drives out and around a lamppost before coming back to me. He kicks out the stand clumsily before I tug him off and gently pop off his helmet to fluff his hair.

"Not the worst I've done, right?" He jokes and I wrap an arm around his shoulders, setting the helmet down and walking towards the abandoned building.

"Considering you almost crashed my baby at least five times, no. Now, I have an idea. A fun idea." Peter follows my eyes to the top of the building and a slow grin takes up half his face. "Race me to the top?" I question and shoot after him as he starts sprinting. We're both laughing like fools as I shift from creature to creature as I climb, all just trying to keep up with Peter. He beats me by seconds and I swing myself into his chest as a chimp, causing him to land on his back on the roof.

He shoves me off and I change back, the both of us still laughing. We sit ourselves on the edge with our sides pressed against one another and look out at the city laid out before us, looking almost like spiderwebs made from shining steel and the glinting glass looking like dewdrops caught on the strands. Then the sirens start. My shoulders instantly slump while Peter perks up. Brown eyes look to me and I force a smile onto my face.

"I've got to-"

"I know, I know. You've got to go be a hero." My hand reaches out and fluffs his soft, brown hair, lingering a little on his cheek before my throat clears and I pull away. "Make it home safe or else I'm going to grab Uncle T and come look for you." I threaten and he grins before hopping up and swinging down to the parking lot. After tucking his stuff in his bookbag, he's off and swinging towards the sirens in the distance. Sighing, I drop from the roof as a raven, shifting back once I'm beside my baby. After slipping my helmet on I start up my motorcycle and start driving. Not long before I'm back in Queens at Pete and I's little apartment.

Small kitchen to the left with a little bar overlooking a kitchen table with mismatched chairs, windows line the wall with a fire escape outside the window in the corner. Pete's favorite place to sneak in and out. Living room decorated with the nicest thing in the apartment; a leather sofa, supplied by Tony when we got the place. A little flatscreen is pressed against the windows on a cheap tv stand I made and the wall to the right houses two bedrooms and a shared bathroom between them.

Once in the kitchen I make a pot of ramen and pour it in a bowl before collapsing onto the couch and turning on the television. News comes on and I smirk at the sight of a red-blue blur swinging across the scene. Now, one might wonder just what the hell a shapeshifting guy is doing sitting in his apartment eating ramen noodles when his best bud is out saving the city. Or at least stopping some assholes. Not to mention the rest of my family hopped aboard that super train a long while ago.