Ambition {𝟙𝟛} | Marvel √

chapter thirty-four

After the flames had died out, a search party scoured the beach led by Happy Hogan. Occupying him was Alexandria Rodgers, dressed out of her Hoco dress and into a dark plaid jacket, jeans, and combat boots. She had came to find her friends since she had not heard from them. But when she and Happy found a pile of crates with spiderweb, along with Toomes tied to it, they had an idea of what happened. And who did that to Toomes. Especially when there was a note attached beside him:

"FOUND FLYING VULTURE GUY.
— SPIDER-STEEL"

Allie lightly grinned to herself at the shared nickname, which would only grow more on the internet now, she reckoned.

"P.S. SORRY ABOUT YOUR PLANE."

As Happy raised his head and looked around, as if searching for someone, Allie bent down towards Toomes, an awful smirk across her. "Thank you for your cooperation," she calmly said while he almost growled, "Have fun in jail. I've heard it's cozy..."

———

Meanwhile, fire trucks zoomed by the Cyclone, a roller coaster ride on Coney Island. The red emergency lights gleamed in Emma's blue eyes as she sat on top the Cyclone, watching as they zoomed towards the beach.

As she did, Peter did his best to wrap up Emma's burned hand with ripped fabric from his suit. When he tied it up, and she slightly winced, he quickly glanced up at her in worry he hurt her. But she quickly assured him.

"I'm fine," she told him and he hesitantly nodded before searching her face. It was so difficult to see the dried blood across her face, see her injured when he had always been the injured one. She was always cleaning up his wounds, not the other way around.

"Peter," she quietly said, pulling himself out of his daze, "It's only a cut, I'm alright..."

He didn't say anything. He just nodded before carefully intertwining their fingers together with her bandaged hand. She scooted closer to him before leaning into his shoulder, closing her eyes. And they both just stayed there, wounded and weary. But warm and happy in each other's presence.

When Emma got home that night, she carefully flew onto her balcony and walked into her dark bedroom. She leaned against a wall a moment, taking a breath, closing her eyes. That entire night was something she could never imagine. It was so overwhelming, and humbling, and dangerous, but yet exhilarating. And exhausting. She really didn't want to deal with anymore drama.

But the moment her lights flickered on with her father standing at the light switch, she knew she wouldn't get what she wanted.

The two just stared at each other for another moment of silence as he took her in. Exhausted. Bloodied. Sweaty. Debris on her face. Burned clothes. A red and blue bandage on her hand.

It was quite obvious what she had done.

"You disobeyed me?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes," Emma sternly said, unafraid if he would lash out again.

"You both did?"

"Mhm."

It was silent again.

Emma tensed up when Tony suddenly charged towards her. But when he slowed down, and stood before her, she merely just stared up at him, way too exhausted to deal with his dramatics.

He placed his hands on her shoulders before asking, "Did you get him?"

More silence.

"I did," she said and he nodded, "I got him."