Secret World

10

    "So, what's it like when you see things?" Peter asked as we sat at a table in the arcade, a basket of fries between us.
    "Well, it's hard describe. Sometimes it's just voices, people talking. Those ones can throw me for a loop because if I'm not looking at the person I don't realize that aren't actually speaking." I told him as I snagged a fry out of the basket and dunked it the chocolate shake he had bought me. "Other times I actually see snippets of their lives. Like, your friend Sam, he has a suit with metal wings. I've seen you in your spid... your suit as well. It's weird, cause I know I'm not in that moment, like the coloring is just slightly off and what I'm seeing most of the time I can still see through the vision."
     "You dunked your fry in your shake." He stated, still looking at the milkshake.
     "Did you hear anything I just said?" I asked chuckling as I did it again.
     "Yes, and that's really cool and I can see how that's disorienting but dude.. you dunked your fry in your shake." He reiterated, before looking up at me.
    "Have you ever tried it? It's awesome cause it's sweet because it's a chocolate shake and then it's salty because of the fry. It's amazing." I explained, grinning over at him. Peter raised an eyebrow at me giving me skeptical look. "You should try it some time."
     "So do you get any kind of feeling like before it happens?" He asked, dropping the subject and changing it.
     "No. And I don't always have them either. It's weird." I shrugged. "Cause I can go a while without one, and then bam, have them back to back. When they took me, I didn't have one for months at a time, and it started to piss them off. They did everything they could to force me to have one. Starve me, make the room bitterly cold, or insanely hot, deprived me of human contact, shot electrical pulses into my head. It was brutal. Trust me if I could turn it on or off I would of."
"I'm guessing they were the government you were telling me about." He asked softly, as he slid a fry through the ketchup.
"Livatech." I nodded taking a deep breath. "They hated the fact that I couldn't control it."
"Dude, that sucks." He replied, looking down at the fries.
"Meh, it's whatever. The nice thing here is, I don't have to worry about Livatech. They might not even exist, and if they did, I would most likely be a blip on the radar compared to you guys." I smiled, at least there was one good outcome of being here. The chance to sit back and breathe a little. "So what about your.. thing.. how does that work?"
"My.. my thing?" Peter asked, his eyes widen slightly and his voice raised a notch.
"Yeah, your spider powers or whatever." I responded, dipping the last fry in my shake.
"Oh, that."
"Yeah, that." I chuckled shaking my head.
"Well, the webs." He whispered as he slid his chair closer to me and sat down, he pulled back the sleeves on his hoodie to show me a mechanism that was attached to his wrist. "It's a compound I created, I push down and it shoots them out. But I also get this weird tingle when I feel something bad about to happen."
"A tingle?"
"Yeah, I don't know how to explain it. I just can feel when something bad is going to happen." He shrugged. "Wanna go some where else?"
"Sure, why not." I replied as he stood up.
He pulled his bag back over his shoulders as we left the arcade. Peter was quiet for a bit as we walked down the street, seemly lost in thought for a moment.
"What are the creatures?" He asked suddenly.
      "Uh.." I paused for moment trying to think of the best way to describe them. "They live in the shadows, anywhere the light doesn't touch. They kind of look like smoke, but not quite. Sometimes they don't fully form, just, slithering in the dark. Other times they look like a wraith.. it's really hard to describe."
     "Have they ever caught you?" He asked, looking over at me.
      "Caught me, technically no. But they have cut me before." I replied. "One of them reached out and it's claw scratched me."
"So, you can't be caught outside at night or in the dark." He nodded to himself.
"Preferably not, I really don't want to see what would happen if I were."
The conversation died as we continued to stroll down the street. Peter stopped at an alley and looked over at me, a smile spread across his face. Quickly he grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him, sprinting down the blacktop passed a large garage container. He pulled me behind it and grabbed at the bottom of his shirt.
"Peter what are you doing?" I asked, looking around as he dropped his bag and pulled the shirt over his head.
Beneath it was red and blue, and the symbol of a spider was dead center of it.
"I want to show you something."
"Okay." I took a deep breath breath as he stuffed his shirt in his backpack. Next he pulled his pants off and even though he had his super suit on under it I still felt slightly odd. He threw them in the bag as well and then pulled his mask over his face.
"Ready?" He asked me.
"For what?"
Peter didn't reply as he wrapped his arm around my waist and thrust his other hand upward. I watched in curiosity as he brought back the two middle fingers and web shot out like he had explained earlier. I had no idea where it went exactly and what it was tethered to, all I knew is suddenly we both were being lifted from the ground at a high rate of speed.
I held on tight to him, looking down at the ground as we ascended quickly.
"Holy cow." I whispered to myself. "This is cool."
I heard him chuckle as we reached the top of a roof high in the sky.
"Peter." I whispered to myself as I walk across the roof, the wind gently blowing against me. I looked out over the edge of the city, towards skyscrapers, buildings of metal and glass in the distance. They weren't too far away, but still far enough not to have to deal with the traffic and the bustle.
"I come to places like this when I think, or need to be alone." He told me, I looked over my shoulder and saw he had pulled the mask off again. His hair was disheveled and messy, and he too was looking out toward the city. "You see the building over there, the tall one that's shaped funny."
I looked in the direction he pointed.
"What about it?" I asked looking back at him.
"Do you have one where you're from?" He asked me, his eyes locking on mine. I shook my head in response to his question.
"Who's was it?"
"That was Mr. Stark's building." He sighed. "I know you said you didn't recognize anybodies names or anything but, I just kinda hoped."
"Even he did, Peter, he wouldn't be the person you know." I felt horrible for him, obviously this Stark guy meant a lot. "What was he like?"
"Mr Stark was awesome. The suit I'm wearing he created, he was wicked smart." Peter smiled to himself looking at the building. "Everybody knew him, world wide, and he came and found me, because of the things I did to help people. He was the one that made me apart of the Avengers."
"Sounds like a pretty cool dude." I smiled at him, he looked over at me and smiled.
"He was, and he was super funny. Happy worked for him, and I think he told Happy to keep an eye out for me." Peter explained as I sat down on the roof, he sat down next to me.
"What about an old dude?" I asked thinking about earlier and the strange encounter while at the compound.
"An old dude?"
"Yeah, I got visions of red, white, and blue."
"Oh, Cap." He pipped up. "He comes around from time to time, making sure everybody is doing okay. Sam jokes around that even if he did go back in time and stay with his wife you couldn't take him out of the fight or everybody's business."
"Tell me more." I laid back on the roof and stared up at the sky, Peter laid down next to me and started to talk.