Chapter Four

Peter excitedly flipped through the tracks, pulling out one he liked.

"Close your eyes." He hid the record behind his back.

You rolled your eyes, but closed them. After a few moments of silence a familiar song began to play.

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone

Turned on some music to start my day

I lost myself in a familiar song

I closed my eyes and I slipped away

"Boston? You have good taste." You opened your eyes, Peter looked proud of himself.

It's more than a feeling

(more than a feeling)

When I hear that old song they used to play

(more than a feeling)

And I begin dreaming

(more than a feeling)

You sang along, Peter played air guitar. This was probably the most fun you've had in years. But, you still refused to dance.

"Well, I deem this a success. Dinner than call it a night?" You asked once the song was over.

"Sounds good."

You shared the pizza, chatting about random things. It felt like you'd been friends for years, but you only met him yesterday. It's crazy how life works.

"I'm gonna go, goodnight CJ." Peter smiled, grabbing his things and walking to the door.

"Goodnight Parker." Once the door closed you sighed, releasing your wings. They were cramped from being hidden so long.

'I could really go for a fly...' You thought to yourself, contemplating the risks.

'Well, I do have black wings. If I dressed in all black I'd blend in with the sky.' The decision was made, and you were dressing up like a burglar.

Black leggings, a black turtle neck, black bandanna, black sneakers and your hair in a tight bun. You were ready.

Opening the window you sat on the edge, staring at the streets below. It didn't matter when you went, the city never rests. It was now or never.

Your dad helped you learn to fly, back when you were still trapped. Even with the practice you were still uneasy. It was a long way down.

Holding your breath you jumped, your wings helping you glide through the air. You brought yourself higher, watching the streets below you.

Being in the sky is oddly peaceful, you're far away from life. Only the birds and clouds accompany you. The stars shine brighter than you could imagine.

As your eyes scanned the streets below you spotted something red darting around. Landing on a nearby roof you studied the figure, unsure what it was.

You were no superhero, so saving the city wasn't your first thought. It was more 'what the fuck is that?' Rather than 'it could be a threat!'.

Losing track of the thing you shrugged, wings folded. Sitting on the edge you closed your eyes. It was the perfect place to meditate.

You focused in on your breathing, listening to the sounds. Cars honking, wind blowing, music faintly playing, and the whispers of the people below. Each one was so different yet they all blended together.

"Woah you have wings!" A squeaky voice interrupted your thoughts, almost causing you to fall.

"What the fuck man?! Can't you see I'm in the middle of something. Oh wait, you're the little thing that was running around down there." You stood, eyeing the person.

"I'm S-Spider-Man. What's your name?" He held out a gloved hand, it was shaking.

"I don't have a super secret hero name."

"Oh um, that's alright. Do you want one?"

"No not really, but give it your best shot." You mused, crossing your arms over your chest.

"How about...Raven! Or or Dark Angel! The Grim Reaper?" The spider-boy seemed overly excited to be picking your name.

"If you care that much, call me The Reaper. Changing subjects, what in gods name are you wearing? You look like a slushee machine exploded."

"H-Hey! I'll have you know I made this myself and it is very cool. You're the one wearing a bandana!"

"Oh please, this is just so I blend in with the sky. You stand out like a cow in a sheep pen. Snow cone looking headass."

"Jeez alright, you win but it's not like I can make a super cool suit. I'm broke." The man used his hands as he spoke.

"Yeah same, but I just wanted to stretch my wings. I'm not here to fight goons." As if you summoned them, a scream was heard below.

"Have fun, spider-bitch. I'm going to bed."

"Come on, help me a little? I'll buy you dinner tomorrow. It'd be nice to have a little help." He held out his hand, hoping you'd say yes.

You groaned, stomping your feet. It was a good offer.

"Fine, but you better hold up your end of the bargain. Or else I'll beat the shit out of you."

"Yes! Follow me!" He shot a web, swinging himself to the ground. You followed after.

Three men stood in front of a jewelry shop, their guns to a random lady's head.

"Hey guys." Spider spoke, standing a bit in front of you. You had no interest in talking.

"Listen up, you're gonna drop your little BB gun, let the lady go, and put your hands in the air. Oh and empty your pockets." Your voice was seeping with boredom.

"Who do you think you are?!" One man spoke, his fists clenched on the gun.

"Yeah! You're just a bird!" Another one chimed in.

"Oh I know, I'm a nobody. But my friend here promised me food if I helped him whoop your asses. Now, I'm not going to repeat myself." The bandana covered your mouth, but your eyes were filled with anger. These bafoons were pissing you off.

"Alright, I got this." Spider shot webs at them, tying their hands up. They were stuck to the windows.

"Hah! Look at you idiots!" You genuinely laughed, standing next to snow cone.

"Thank you! Thank you! You saved my life! I don't even shop at this place, I was just trying to go home! What are your names? I want the world to know my heroes!" The lady exclaimed, hugging spider-man tightly.

"I'm Spider-Man, and this is my partner The Reaper. No need to thank us, it's just what we do."

"What you do." You added, still annoyed