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007 II BB + PBP II you will never be alone

(2000+)

"Karen, how far is the Tower?" Webbing up the last of the muggers, Peter took to the sky when he heard the sirens. How he wished to just take off his mask and relish in the cool air.

"Approximately 14 minutes. Projecting the fastest route," Even Karen sounded tired while she illuminated a path straight to the Avengers home. Maybe patrolling until four-thirty in the morning wasn't such a good idea, but hey, it's Friday. He can stay up.

"Thanks K," As Peter swung, his eyes kept on wandering around the city decorated with lights, both in the sky and on buildings. One thing Peter absolutely enjoyed when going out for patrol was when he got to see the sky, whether it be night or day— but actually preferred dawn and midnight most. He'd climb atop the closest skyscraper near him and sit at the very peak, his face lifted, looking up at the blanketed sky filled with luminous stars or a ray of colors ranging from red to purple, the sky colored like a canvas as the sun awoke signaling the beginning of a new day. Living in such a populated place like New York, one could never really look at the sky without seeing tall buildings clouding their vision of the heavens, and not many were gifted with powers such as Peter, so he always thanked whoever was out there for allowing him to see such amazing sites. It was his favorite pastime while talking to Karen. And as he did flips in the air, he'd catch short glimpses every time.

"Hey Karen," Peter started, ready to tell her all sorts of crazy ideas that've been running around his mind.

"Yes Peter?"

"Do you ever wish you had eyes? I—I mean I know you can. . learn pictures?" His inquiry coming out as more of a question than a statement, but nevertheless continued.

"But have you ever thought of seeing things the way they are—" He stopped swinging, landing on a building to take a breather. Then looked up, "Not through a lens I mean."

"Will you build eyes for me, Peter?"

It's nights like these the young hero loves the most. Just talking with Karen about nothing, and everything, but mostly what's in between. Under a starry night, he could talk to her about anything really. From anything controversial to school to his favorite YouTuber and no one would judge, a nice change of pace for him.

"It'd be my honor Karen. What color would you like? Oh, wait," A sudden thought hit Peter.

"Why not build you a body?" And just like that, Peter's gears started turning— thinking of how he would instal Karen inside an engineer made body. How he would fit everything little thing together, wanting it to be perfectly made because it's for Karen.

"I don't know, but Mister Stark would most definitely help you with it."

The mention of Tony's name reminded him of his tiredness, how he yearned to lay in guest room (well he'd slept in it too many times for it to be a guest room, it's his unofficial room— it's called the guest room but nobody would actually sleep in it) basking in its warmth and comfort. Now, hastily, he was heading back but not forgetting the conversation.

"I bet he would think I'm crazy to want to build a body for you. But you're my friend, so I'll fight for you. Don't worry." A smile crept its way onto Peter's face, friend. Yeah, he's never going to change that.

"You're my friend too, Peter. Turn left from here and you'll be home."

As Karen automatically opened a window for Peter, he slid right in. Breathing out a sigh, he took off his mask, his curls puffing out, and hurried off to the kitchen to grab a bite of whatever was there. The sound of the windows mechanics being heard as they were closing.