Extern PoV

"Who are you?"
Percy was addressing a person hanging on a wall, in a blue and red suit.

"Don't you know me? Who are you?"

"I asked you first."

"Spider-Man. Who are you?"

Percy frowns under his glasses.
He doesn't have a superhero name. In fact he didn't plan to have to introduce himself.

"I don't have an answer."

"Can I ask what you're playing?"

"Well, I hunt monsters."

"Yes, I can see that."
Spider-Man points to a pile of destroyed robot monsters.

Spider-Man does a pirouette and lands in front of Percy.
"I'm talking about your costume. A cap, mask and glasses? It doesn't look serious."

Percy starts to back away, having something else to do.
"I don't care. I'm not doing this for the glory. I have my own reasons."

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"Let go of me."
Percy turns around, his hand caught in some webbing.

"We're not done talking."

"I told you to let go of me."
Percy brings his sword down, slicing through the web with ease.

Spider-Man steps forward.
"I'd rather warn you. If your reasons put anyone in danger, I'll take care of you. If helping people isn't your motivation, then there's no guarantee that you won't be dangerous."

Percy stares at him for a moment before answering.
"If my motivation is to do things that go against you, I don't care. Get in my way and you'll regret it."

"Is that a threat?"

Percy turns around, reeling in his sword.
"It's a warning. I'm not your enemy. So don't think of me as one, or this will end badly."

With that, Percy conjures up water that will create a wave on which he stands.
And it takes him through the streets, ignoring the laws of physics.

Spider-Man can't believe it.
"Who is this guy? Can he surf a wave himself?!"

He sighs.
"First a sand guy, now a water guy. What's next, the whole beach?"

He takes one last look at the pile of mechanical monsters.
This new, unnamed individual had defeated them all by himself, and in a very short time. He is strong.

Having no more reason to stay on the spot, the New York hero leaves, swinging from building to building, at the end of his web.

"Hey Peter! What's up with you? You're getting a faceful of it!"
Percy stops his skateboard at Peter's level.

The latter is startled.
"Oh, sorry. I was in my thoughts."

"I saw that. What's bothering you?"

"Nothing. Should we go ?"

They were in front of the school. Percy nods and they go into the big building.

"Hey, did you hear about the new hero? Apparently he took the wind out of Spider-man's sails!"

"Yes, I heard about it! He doesn't have a costume, just glasses and a cap."

Percy and Peter turn in one motion to the discussion.
Percy approaches the girls.
"Excuse me, but who are you talking about?"

They look at him, then answer with big smiles.
"A new hero, stronger and cuter than Spider-man."

Peter remains silent.

"Are you sure he's a hero?"

"Well, he did the job instead of Spider-man."

"Maybe he was just passing by? I mean, I don't think we should expect too much from this guy, he doesn't look like a hero," Percy says with a shrug.

"I agree. I think Spider-man is there for the people who need him. Not this guy."Peter interjects, emerging from the silence.

The girls wave their hands dismissively.
"Stop talking nonsense and give us your phone number."

Percy raises his eyebrows.
"Review your dating plans, girls. And the answer is no."

They shrug their shoulders indifferently and turn away.

"Well, my man. You're a success."says Peter laughing.

"I didn't ask to be successful. What about you?"

Peter's face turns dark.
"Well..."

Percy raises his hand.
"Complicated? Don't force yourself to explain."

Peter smiles shyly.
"Thank you. Maybe one day I'll tell you about it. But I'm not ready yet."

His voice was filled with sadness.

"Oh look! The teacher is coming towards us! He looks pissed!" Percy announced enthusiastically, trying to change Peter's mind.

His smile froze.
"The teacher is coming towards us. Pissed off. What did we do?"

"Mr. Parker!"
Peter doesn't react.

"Ah, that's for you."says Percy.
The professor stops in front of the two youngsters.

"Mr. Parker. You've missed another hour of class! I'm waiting for your explanation."

Peter did not answer.

Percy glances at him.
"Look, sir, it's my fault he missed an hour. I had a problem and he came to help me."

The professor looks at Percy.
"It's nice of you to cover for your classmate, Mr. Jackson. But you, you were in class, I have the justification. And as for you..."

The professor cuts himself off, his phone ringing.
He picks up.
"Yes? Hello?"

As the professor listened, his face became more and more livid.

"Yes, of course..."

He hangs up and turns on his heels, feverish.

Percy called out to him.
"Sir, is everything all right?"

"A hostage situation is taking place right now in the neighborhood next door."
His voice was trembling.

"Why were you called ?"

"To prevent anyone from entering or leaving the school."

Percy grabs the professor's arm.
"That's not what's got you in such a state."

The professor looks at him sadly.
"My daughter... She's only 8 years old... she's the hostage..."

A tear starts to run down his cheek.
"My little girl..."

Percy grits his teeth.
"Who?"

"According to the police he is a madman. He goes around singing and throwing bombs. The police asked him what he wanted, and for answer he sent them a pumpkin with a note inside."

"What did the note say? What does he want?" asked Percy.

Behind them, Peter had raised his head. He was clenching his fist so hard that his nails were piercing his skin, drawing blood.

The professor swallowed before answering Percy.

"Not what... but who. He said he wanted Spider-Man."
Tears stream down the father's face again, racked with worry.
"My little girl..."

"Sir, I'm sure your daughter will be fine...-"

BLAM!

The front door had just closed violently, rattling the hinges.

Percy turns his head.
"Where is Peter?"

Outside, a boy full of rage throws down his bag, pulls a mask over his head and rips off his clothes, revealing a suit underneath.

"You want me? I'll be right out. You're going to regret what you did."

And with those words, Spider-Man dashes between the buildings, driven by no other motivation than revenge.

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Well. Already I hope you liked the chapter.
Obviously Spider-Man has a grudge against the attacker. Maybe we'll learn more in the next chapter?

Until then, stay cool, demigods 🔱😁🕸

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1134

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