"You're Spiderman."

"Yeah...."

"You're Spiderman?"

"Mmm hmm."

"You're Spiderman!"

"Yes! Yes! I'm Spiderman! But I don't want the rest of the city knowing!"

Hands on head (Y/N) turned away pacing again, step left, step back right, whilst Peter messed with his mask in his twitchy hands.

"I can't believe this." she stopped to face him "No in actual fact I can believe it! This all makes sense now! You running off during school, that 'Goblin' of a task when we visited the Avengers facility! Also you knowing Tony Stark, because no offence Peter you're smart but you couldn't make a suit like that. By the way just what fibres is it made of?"

"Ummm... I don't know myself." he stuttered caught off guard by the question.

She really was a textiles nut at heart.

"Like seriously, how does it have so many gadgets? How is it so skin tight? It doesn't look like its got elastane in it. And the fabric looks like its as strong as high tenancy aramid fibre, but its not as fine as that." she geeked out over his suit.

"It's also got heaters and I have an IA in my mask who I've called Karen."

"Shut up."

"Listen I'll ask Tony to tell you about my suit at some point. Hows that?"

"I probably wouldn't understand much of what he was saying but I'd find it interesting." she chuckled lightly, the two returning to their usual state. "But does your suit let you stick to the walls, like adhesive gloves or something?"

"That's another story."

*********************

"So... you got your powers, because you were bitten by a spider?"

"See! I told you you wouldn't believe me!"

Breaking out into a small giggle (Y/N) had to quickly correct herself.

"No, no! I do believe you, its just that I've heard a fair few stories, but none like that."

Giving a cute 'hmph!' Peter wasn't convinced. The two were still on the same rooftop having decided to ditch school for the day, Peter having to drop down into the street to buy a couple of sandwiches and hot drinks. He could now officially tick off buying groceries in his Spider suit off his bucket list.

"So what happened to the spider after it bit you?"

"It died shortly after."

"That's a shame, but probably for the best."

"Yeah." he shrugged.

With his mask still off Peter took a sip of his drink stalling, finally asking what he had wanted to since this morning.

"And what about you?"

"Me?"

"What about your wings? And you said you had powers...."

Giving a small sigh (Y/N)'s gaze dropped to her legs which were dangling off the edge of the building.

"Yo-you don't have to tell em if you don't want to!" he flustered.

"No its alright, but be warned I'm going to show off."

"Hey, I've showed off about my suit." he gestured to himself.

With a breathy scoff (Y/N) considered where she should start.

"Well, its the same story for all mutants. Whatever power you have, you're born with them. It gets worse when you go through puberty though as mutant powers generally spike, get stronger. It's a pain in the ass."

"And what are your powers?"

"Well obviously I've got my wings, its a common mutation. But mine are made out of some metal I can't identify, but its a strong metal. And the transparent 'feathers' or diamonds on top of my blade feathers I can launch like blades. They're also very strong."

"Really?"

"Yep. I haven't done it an awful lot though."

"Why not?"

Peter was already thinking if he had kick ass wings blade throwers like that he'd be practicing every day and night like he did with his spidey abilities.

"There aren't many places I can practice with wings as big as mine. But it doesn't end just with my wings."

"It doesn't?"

"No. In simplified terms, I can have the ability to heal injuries. I did it with you once, that cut on your cheek."

"That was you?"

"Yep. And I knew you had those horrible cuts on your arm and leg at school and during the wedding."

"So you can tell when people are injured as well?"

"Yep, just walking down the street I know whose got a headache, cancer, sprained wrist you name it. But its not so much as I heal people, I just speed up the healing process. Make skin cells multiply faster, make blood recuperate at a faster rate, stuff like that. So I'm just making things that would happen naturally, happen faster. So I couldn't heal a old hip on a elderly man, as that would just make it worse."

"Wow, that's a lot more complicated that I thought." Peter paused for a second before carefully asking "I know its going to sound like a stupid question, but why don't you use your powers?"

"Well firstly, like I said, I'm worried about scientist being interested in the metal my wings are made out of. Secondly, healing people is actually very tiring. And lastly, the world still isn't very excepting of mutants."

"They're not?" he asked confused.

Everyone adored the Avengers and him, who could be classed as mutants and enhanced.

"Let's just say... when the students at my old school found out who I really was... They didn't like me anymore."

A awkward silence started to build up, so clearly her throat (Y/N) changed the tone of the conversation.

"Okay my turn, how do you not stick to anything at school or during the day?"

"I did at first, then I figured out how to turn it on and off." he shrugged "How do you make sure your wings don;t come out? Do they come out of reflex?"

"When I get made jump they do. But I sewed myself a leather corset I wear under my clothes, if my wings come out that little barrier persuades me to put retract them back in. But as you saw, I have no trouble tearing through it. I'll have to make another one now."

Peter had been made aware of (Y/N)'s wreaked T-shirt and jacket, and had like a gentleman being evading his gaze. For the remainder of the day the two stayed like that. Talking about their powers, what they could and couldn't do. The cons of their powers too. Like things getting stuck to hands and feet or wings knocking things off sideboards.

But as the day got later the two knew they'd have to talk about the issue at hand. (Y/N) being the first to start the topic they didn't particularly want to talk about.

"So this Goblin is what you were so stressed about last night?"

Peter hummed in answer.

"Why didn't you contact Mr Stark?"

"He's on his honeymoon at the moment, along with Happy, you know for security. I didn't want to ruin it for him. I learnt what he's been through, and he's been through a lot. I didn't want to ruin something so good for him."

"And what about the other Avengers?"

"They're all on other missions and still under the watch of the government. So far as the government are aware Spiderman and the police are taking care of the Goblin situation."

"Well that's not fair!"

"I know..."

"So I guess I'm going to have to help you."

"What? No! No no!"

"Why not?"

"Because you're a kid!"

"So are you."

"You don't have a suit like mine!"

"I'm good at textiles I'll figure something out."

"No, no. You're already in danger because the Goblin knows you're involved with me."

"And now I'm in even more danger as the Goblin knows I'm a mutant, that I have powers. That I can fight just as well as you. Given the situation now I might as well fight and help you."

Not being able to meet (Y/N)'s determined gaze Peter swung his legs back onto the rooftop taking a couple of paces away, hands in face, taking in a short raged breath unsure of whether he wanted to cry or scream his lungs out.

"Peter what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry." he mumbled.

"What?"

"I'm so sorry!" he yelled spinning turning around "I was too selfish and I should have told you guys to stay away from me and that way you wouldn't have got hurt! Ned and MJ wouldn't have been attacked, neither would you and-

"PETER PARKER!"

Wincing at her sudden loud voice he stood there fully silenced.

"Don't you dare for a miniscule of a second think you are being selfish! You are human and human instinct is to want to be loved! To be around people you love! You are not being selfish!"

The two stood their in silence for a second, beofre (Y/N) let out a large sigh. The two only seeming to recognise evening was now starting to fall.

"We should get home." she stated with a smile.

"Yeah." but then Peter gave a frustredaed grumble.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm out of web fluid."

"Well, I suppose I could give you a lift home."

"Wait... So last night when you were at my place."

"Yes. I literally flew. I was panting cause I had to run up the stairs."

Tearing off a scrap from her wrecked jacket (Y/N) tied it around her face as a mask shift mask, couldn't be caught by any camera's. Withdrawing her wings she took Peter's wrist again, who had also put on his own mask back on.

"Hold on and whatever you do don't let go."

"Hey that's my line!"

*********************

Unlocking the door and entering her apartment tiredly (Y/N) more than welcomed the licks and kisses of Chewy, scooping him up in her arms in a much needed cuddle. Then looking up Silas hurriedly came into the room, tea towel draped of his shoulder.

He was ready to let her have it. Ask her where'd she'd been, who he'd gotten a call off school that she hadn't attending her classes, why he hadn't gotten a text or phone call after her train had been attacked. But all he had to do was take on her messy hair and sullen eyes, and open his arms.

Welcoming the comfort she was more than happy to be home, Silas just happy she was safe.

"Where's dad?"

"Cooking at a fancy restaurant, he got called in."

"Hmm..."

"Are you alright?"

"I... I had a rough day."

Hey guys, sorry but I most likely won't be updating tomorrow and definitely not Wednesday as I have to prepare and then attend a very important interview. Now I shall use my special move, Markiplier!