Talons of the Bird || Spiderman Fan Fiction

Chapter 19

Emily and Natasha had left Bruce and Peter to clean up the mess that was left in Tony's office. Natasha was walking in front, showing Emily the way to the practice room she had set up especially for herself, glad that somebody else might be able to use it now. As they entered the room, Emily could see the entire floor was lined with crashmats, and the walls were a bright white. "So first things first, I'm not going to pretend to understand your power, but I can see where you're coming from," Natasha explained. "When you got angry at tony, your energy was clearly being expelled through the building, so maybe we'll work on your emotions soon. But for now, we should work on your basic combat," She continued. "Show me your stance," She asked. Without hesitation, Emily put her arms up in front of her, her hands scrunched into balls. "Okay, you need to widen your legs, make them face sideways, while your body is facing me, okay?" And so Emily adjusted her feet's position to match the description. "Don't block your view unless you're blocking your face from attacks, okay? And hold your fist like this," Natasha held her hand out, showing her fist with her thumb wrapped over her knuckles, rather than under them. Emily copied her instructions, lowering her arms to chest level and changing the way she held a fist. "Can you use your powers to throw people?" Natasha asked, leaving her defensive stance. "No, only small objects," Emily corrected her.

"I think Tony's hanging lights would beg to differ," Natasha smirked, knowing Emily had more capability than she realised. She approached the young girl, holding herself in her stance still. She held out her hands, indicating for Emily to strike her palms. "Don't hold back, okay? Gimme all you got," She insisted. Emily swung her first fist forward, slamming into the woman's hand, followed by her other fist travelling in the other direction. "Your speed and strength are good," She started moving her arms back down to her side. "But you mustn't hesitate, because your enemies won't" Before Emily could even process her sentence, Natasha swung a hard punch her way, and to both of their surprise, Emily managed to block it with her forearm. "Very good," Natasha spoke as Emily rubbed her arm where they collided. "You've got good reflexes. Let me show you how to counter after a block,"

The rest of the day carried on until Emily was hungry, tired and sore from blocking hits and using muscles she didn't even know she had. Natasha decided it was a good time to call it a day as it was only her first. "I want to see you here tomorrow, 8 am, got it," She insisted. Emily nodded as she turned to leave, being met by Peter on his way to the practice room. "Hey," She smiled at him weakly. "Damn, you've seen you in a better state," Peter laughed, turning around to walk with her. "Yeah, totally had my ass kicked about 20 dozen times," Emily replied, stretching her arms as she walked. As if on cue, her stomach let out a loud grumble. "Don't worry, Aunt May texted me telling me that dinner's ready soon," Peter laughed at Emily's reddened face of embarrassment. "It's lasagna night, by the way," Peter added, leaning into her. She licked her lips in response, daydreaming about a nice full plate of pasta. "Em!" Tony called out as they entered his office on their way to the elevator. Emily snapped out of her lustful, hungry daydreaming and turned to Tony. "Put this on when you get home," He shouted, chucking a costume towards her, nearly falling short but she managed to catch it. They could both tell his pride was a little wounded still from before. Without examining the outfit that had been thrown her way, Emily stuffed the suit into her bag and carried on to her new home, looking forward to the promise of a full stomach.

Emily and Peter were now home, sat at the table with May eating her delicious lasagna, talking about their days. Emily's muscled had already begun to stiffen up from the exercise, noticeable to both Peter and May. "You okay, babe?" May asked, putting her fork back on her plate, as Emily rotated her arm holding her shoulder blades with a grimaced face. "Yeah, just sore is all," She picked up the cutlery from the table and continued eating, as May shot a concerned glance to Peter, which he registered. They carried on with their meal before Peter reminded Emily of the suit she picked up from the office. "Oh yeah, Em, why don't you try on Mr Stark's suit he made for you?" He reminded her, also informing May about the suit. Without a word, Emily sprung from her seat and dashed into Peter's room where she had left her bag. She tried her best to clamber into it and zipping it up, but she was stiff and sore it wasn't possible. She started squirming in all different angles to try to bring the zip at the back but had no luck. Peter had noticed how long it was taking her to put it on and so he excused himself from the table to see what the hold up was.

He opened the door to see Emily stood there in her half-zipped up suit, facing the door, pre-occupied. "Shit, sorry!" Peter exclaimed, just about to shut the door again, instantly blushing. "No, Pete!" Emily called after, stopping him from closing the door. "A little help?" She said, a little quieter now, as to not sound overly desperate. Peter looked again to see she had her back turned to him, holding her hair up so he wouldn't catch it on the zip. He was thanking God that she was turned away so she wouldn't see how red his face was right now. "You sure?" He asked, still not coming into the room. "Yeah, come on, man. I don't mind, it's only you," Emily stated, clearly comfortable around him. His heart sank at the phrase 'it's only you' and he couldn't explain why. He approached his friend who had her back exposed to him in the tight black suit with white shields of armour wrapped around her arms and legs. He slowly zipped the suit up towards her neck, careful not to catch it on any loose parts of hair she hadn't picked up yet. "It's weird he gave you a zip rather than have it fitted," He pointed out as he reached the top, lightly grazing her bare skin with his fingers holding the zip. I guess he wasn't the one to make it, Martin did," She explained back to him. Now he had to fix the poppers which ran along the zip line. "I guess so, maybe he'll make you a proper one someday as he did for me," Peter suggested, more relaxed in the situation now. "There you go," He said just as he fastened the final popper. Emily turned around in her suit, and now he could see it in all it's glory. It looked different from when he first saw it because the colours were inverted then. But now, he could see the black suit, and all the white armour surrounding it. It contrasted her natural complexion of pale skin and dark hair and eyes pretty well, so she was easily a visual treat. "Thanks, Pete," She cooed as she walked past him to open the door to show May. Peter had only just seen the shape of her body in the suit. Less bagginess is less clothing to get caught on something, and Emily always wore pretty baggy clothes.

May could tell from where she was sitting as she admired Emily's suit that Peter had a big blush on his face, and she smirked a little, knowing exactly what was going through that young man's thoughts.