Warning: explicit language

"Spider-man!" You screamed. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you gazed out onto miles of glittering city. Your toes grazed open air as you inched forward. You could see the flickering city lights for miles from the top of the building you were on. Cautiously, you looked down onto the open street. Cars whizzed by, free to drive as fast as the speed limit allowed them with the absence of traffic at this time of night. You scanned the black, rusted fire escapes lining each building and huffed in annoyance.

"I've been screaming for hours, Spider-man! I swear to God, if you don't show up soon..." You shouted, mumbling the last part to yourself. You pulled out your phone. You'd only been standing out on the roof for about a half hour.

"Dammit," you groaned dejectedly. "I cleared up my whole schedule for this!"

You felt the familiar pressure build up in your head, the same pressure you'd been feeling for the past few days. Ever since you'd taken that detour back to your house...

You took a deep breath. "It's okay. You've only been out here for like thirty minutes! He probably has bigger things to deal with. He'll notice you eventually..." you paused and glanced at your phone again. "...or not."

You stuffed your phone into your pocket and cupped your hands around your mouth. "SPIDER-MAN!"

Nothing.

You stepped back from the ledge. Running your hands through your hair, you tugged at the roots, your patience level having dropped dramatically as an effect of recent events. You lowered into a crouch and clenched your teeth together.

Keep it cool, keep it cool... there's no need to get upset...

You scrunched your face together, trying to block frustrated tears from escaping your eyes.

Spider-man was your only hope. You didn't know any other way to reach Tony Stark, and with your current situation, it seemed like Tony Stark was the only person that could help figure out what was happening to you.

And with the leverage you had on Spider-man, you were sure he would take you directly to Mr. Stark. You just needed him to show up first.

If he didn't... Well, then you'd be stuck the way you were until.. you didn't know how long. You'd be a hazard to everyone around you, and you couldn't think of anything worse than that.

Suddenly, the night sky lit up in a rainbow of red, oranges, and yellows, and the violent sounds of an explosion echoed on the roof.

You gasped and fell forward onto your palms. Scrambling upwards, you whipped your head around, looking for the source of the explosion. It was a trash can, once standing upright next to a set of stairs leading down into the building. Now, it looked like it had been through a hurricane; it was dented, burned black, and had a smattering of small fires littered around it.

"Shit, shit SHIT!" You wailed. You let out a scream and pressed your hands against the side of your head. Cursing some more, you bit your lip and dragged your hands down your face. Tears of hopelessness and agitation were falling freely by that point.

"Oh, geeze! Are you okay?" A voice called out, followed by a thud.

"Go away!' You cried, not bothering to look back and see who had come up to the roof.

"O-oh, well, Miss I don't think I can do that, I mean there was just an explosion and there's a fire right there-"

"It's fine, I'm fine. I just need to calm down." You mumbled, sinking down to the ground. You hugged your knees to your chest and watched the fires burn. "I don't know what I expected by coming up here anyway. It was stupid."

"Oh, um, I'm really sorry about that, but I, uh, really do need to get you down from here. It's kind of my job," The stranger said, followed by a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, well, I don't give a-" You cut yourself off as you turned your head back to look at the stranger.

You let out a yelp, then coughed to cover it up. Scrambling to your feet, you wiped the tears from your face and adjusted your clothes.

"You, you're-"

"I'm Spider-man." The stranger finished.

He was wearing a familiar red and blue latex-like suit, crisscrossed with the pattern of spider webs. A spider decal you knew far too well sat in the middle of his chest. A tight mask covered his face and head, although the pointed eyes narrowed and widened in time with the person's facial expressions underneath the mask.

You stood there in stunned silence for a moment. It had worked. Spider-man was standing in front of you. All it took was half an hour of screaming and a mental breakdown.

Suddenly, you started to laugh.

"Um- what are you-"

You howled louder and louder, in a fit of shocked accomplishment. You finally had hope.

"Oh, I'm sorry," You giggled. "It's just, I have been looking for you for so long!"

Spider-man took a step back. "If you lured me up here to capture me or, or kill me or something, it's not going to work,"

You blinked. "Oh gosh, I'm not going to kill you,"

"Ok, good. I have a lot to live for. So what-

"I need your help."

"Could you please stop interrupting me?" He crossed his arms. You mimicked the superhero, raising your chin to seem more intimidating.

"No. Anyways-"

"Well then, see I just have to interrupt you too, cause if you need my help I can't work with someone who interrupts me all the-"

"Be quiet!" You scolded the masked man. "This is important."

Spider-man sighed in submission and held out his arms in a silent gesture of compliance. "Fine," he muttered.

"So, first of all, I need you to get me to Tony Stark."

"Tony Stark! Wait just a minute-"

"It's for a good reason! Just, please. Hear me out." You pleaded.

Spider-man sighed again and nodded for you to continue.

"So, as I was saying, I need you to get me to Tony Stark. And you're going to do it because I know your secret identity."

He paused. His hands dropped to his sides, and then he crossed them again defiantly. "Pshhh, you don't know who I am. You're just saying that so I'll help you!" He exclaimed.

You looked at him right in his mechanical eyes. "Your name is Peter Parker. You live alone with your aunt and you go to Midtown high school. You took a girl named Liz to homecoming last year and you stood her up."

"Wait, what? How do you know that?"

"You also like building lego sets. Preferably Star Wars themed."

"Aw, c'mon, that's private information!" Peter whined.

You shrugged, "Sorry,"

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose. "And I'm guessing you're going to tell everyone who I am if I don't do what you ask," he concluded.

"Exactly." You grinned.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're incredibly frustrating?"

You laughed. "No. I think I'm just incredibly headstrong."

His mechanical eyes narrowed. "Okay then," He huffed. He studied you for a moment, his eyes narrowing and widening as he watched you. You wrinkled your nose at him.

"So you got me out here. What do you need me to do?" He finally continued.

You bit your lip. "I have a problem. I was walking back home from school the other day and I took an alternate route because I thought I was being followed, or something. I ended up underground somehow and then..." you paused.

"And then what?" Peter urged.

"I-I don't exactly remember. I just woke up in my room the next morning and I could do.. things. I don't know how to explain it, but-"

"What kind of things?" Peter butted in.

You cast your eyes to the ground. "Things that make me dangerous."

There was quiet. Then, Peter spoke up.

"Can you show me?" He asked timidly.

"I-' You glanced at your hands. "I can, in small amounts. Anything above that and then, then I just can't control it."

"Ok, that's okay."

You looked at the Spider-man mask Peter was wearing. You felt like you could see him, see his eyes and every emotion they revealed, even though a set of mechanical plates guarded them.

You took a deep breath and concentrated on his mask. Pressure built up in your mind, like a coil being compressed, until it all was released with a pop and Peter's mask flew off his head.

"Woah!" He exclaimed, rushing to pick up his fallen mask. "So you're, uh, telekinetic? Or whatever it's called?"

"I think so." You replied, your voice shaky. You wiped your hands on your jeans. "I can't do more than that, though. If I do, then things tend to, uh, explode."

Peter glanced at the burning trash can. "Makes sense."

"It also responds to emotion," you swallowed. "And since that night, my patience has gotten thinner and thinner. I.. I'm scared for my family. And my friends. I don't know if they're safe around me. I don't know if anyone is, even you." You gushed, surprising yourself with how much you were revealing to him.

"Hey," Peter said softly, a smile drifting up to his face. "It's okay. I'll help you." He walked cautiously towards you and took your hand. "I'm here for you."

You glanced at your small hand, suddenly enveloped in the grasp of a superhero. You smiled and tried to ignore the tears of gratefulness that were welling in your eyes.

"Thank you, Spider-man." You whispered. Your eyes met Peter's brown, emotional irises. "Thank you, Peter Parker."