storm | peter parker

III | restriction

What things hold you back from doing the things that you really want to?

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"SO, THIS RAIN IS ALL YOUR DOING?" They talked again. It'd been days since she revealed her true abilities and the two had been talking nonstop. Her personal life had been something that'd been grazed on, but avoided when she quickly changed the topic of conversation. Peter, on the other hand, was genuinely open about it.

Nonetheless, they both knew each other's actual identity. The only con was that she could find his on any Midtown database and he simply couldn't find hers. She swung her legs back and forth on the rooftop with a slight nod as her response. "Why would I lie? In fact, it's slightly based on emotion."

He glanced at her, averting his eyes. "A few days ago, Karen said that it was going to rain about fifteen inches in two hours. This sounds odd, but are you okay?" Y/n blinked, registering who Karen was for a bit. She opened her mouth, but quickly closed it as she chose to reply with something else.

Her tongue glided over her lips shortly, "Depends on what you define as okay. I'm stable, I guess. Just enough to survive, y'know? Besides, it's more of a sign towards someone." He chewed on the inside of his cheek. A pit of jealousy settled in his stomach. It was weird to even know that she interacted with someone other than him. She seemed like such a lone wolf.

"You can talk to me about it, i-if you'd like, that is." He tripped over his own words. The rain merely grew heavier, but nor Peter or her were bothered by it. Even if she claimed that her own power couldn't affect her, he couldn't help, but feel the odd sense to protect her. "You're a superhero, not my therapist." She stood up, brushing mud off the knees of her jeans.

Peter frowned at the statement, standing up as his voice was slightly muffled under his mask. "I don't have to be." His comment caught her off guard, making her turn around and approach him. He wearily stepped back, nearly tipping off the edge. The male quickly stabilized himself, looking down at her as he towered over her by a few inches.

Y/n patted his cheek, smiling. "I'd just rather not burden you with me right now, Peter. I'll tell you some other day. It's more of a long-term problem anyways." This didn't convince him not to worry as he swiftly webbed in front of her, nearly tripping and making her giggle. He turned around to face her, "Alright, but promise me that you'll talk to me about it eventually?"

She laughed softly, nodding. "I promise, Peter. You don't have to worry about me. It's not that bothersome, but very contemplative." He quirked an eyebrow, grinning slightly under his mask. "It doesn't seem to be 'not bothersome' if it makes you space out so much." She rolled her eyes at him, crossing her arms and shifting her weight onto one leg.

Peter tilted his head, seeming so pure in that one moment. It took all of her not to hug him when he continued softly. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" She nodded, smiling. Y/n wasn't the type to wear her heart on her sleeve and she still was fairly skeptical about Spider-Man. Blackmailing was something she could do for more information, but it simply wasn't her style.

"I'll be okay, Peter. There's no need to worry about me." 

Peter sighed in relief quietly, bouncing on his heels. "Good, good. I don't like seeing people get hurt." She snickered at him, tongue slipping out between her lips as she smirked lightly. Y/n's soaked hair stuck to her regular vintage shirt and pulled up jeans, an aesthetic black belt holding them up. As usual, she sported a light gray hoodie.

"I think it's just your Spidey senses, arachnid freak." He cracked a grin at the nickname. Peter shook his head at her, placing his hands on his hips. "Spider-Man, to you." She smiled at him, enjoying the attention and amusement of it all. Her eyes quickly widened, however, just as the hairs on his arms pricked upwards. "GET DOWN!"

A bullet aimed at her shoulder was deteriorated when she involved powerful acid rain into the equation. She panted, her body pinned under Peter's as he protected her. "Stay here." Y/n smiled weakly, eyes closing and opening repeatedly as her head hung back. "I don't think I could move even if I tried."

Spider-Man's eyes narrowed. He'd have to hurry up for this one or Y/n could pass out soon. He looked around quickly, eyes scoping out the situation. His eyes found the location of the gun as he followed the person who used it. Of course, it was the typical robber situation. The man just happened to see Spider-Man and figured that he'd be a restraint to his 'mission'.

Within seconds, the man was under webs along with his not-so-greatly hidden accomplices. He heard sirens in the distance, but grew confused. Peter didn't recall calling the police. Figuring that someone nearby had, he swung back up to meet Y/n again. As he guessed, her breathing had calmed, but she was completely unconscious.

He scooped her up in his arms, figuring that enough rest would do fine. Having watched movies and shows, he guessed that she'd most likely passed out due to physical exertion. Peter licked his lips, not knowing where to go at all. He bent down, seeing a small glint as he picked up the iPhone that he could only suspect to be hers.

It read:'Midtown Hotel. Room 136. Called the cops for u. Don't be worry. I just tired.' 

He chuckled softly, realizing that the lack of words and typing on the last few statements signaled her becoming more and more drowsy. Peter swung, slipping in through one of the hotel windows as he looked around. The hotel wasn't one of the best, but it was mediocre enough to live in. His nose scrunched at the scent of alcohol down the hall. Ew. Alcoholic.

Peter blinked, going to the door and struggling to open it. "Need a key card, need a key card," He pondered, muttering under his breath. His face went pink when he felt a slight bulge inside the back of her jeans pocket. Swearing, he slowly reached a hand in and quickly swiped the card from her pocket.

Sliding it into the lock, the door clicked and unlocked as he swung it open and carried her inside. He set her down on the bed, looked around the room, and locked the door. Peter set a glass of water on the nightstand, glancing out the window momentarily before looking back at her. 

"Peter?" Karen spoke up.

"Yeah, Karen?"

"I'd like to inform you that the rate of precipitation has dropped to one to two inches an hour."