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ᑭᗴTᗴᖇ was accurately aware that the Spidey suit was not made to be halfway in and halfway out of. His mask had already been pulled up, resting halfway on his sweaty hair as his hands gripped Fiona's waist.

Fiona, hands gripping at Peter's shoulders as he held her up against the graffitied wall on the roof of some apartment building in Queens, wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and bit her lip to restrain herself from calling out too loudly as she felt a familiar tightness in her stomach and a tingling buildup in her thighs.

Peter just managed to hold himself together long enough to allow Fiona to find release first but as soon as he felt her clench around him, crying out, he too found himself succumbing to his own euphoria.

Their breaths came in pants as they came back down to reality. Peter helped Fiona back to her feet, legs feeling like jelly, a dopey grin on his face as he fixed his suit, tapping the small spider on his chest to cause the material to tighten and fit to his body.

Fiona felt her heart calming as she pulled her panties back up, combing her fingers through her hair as sirens started to blare from the streets below.

Peter straightened himself, pulling his mask back down over his face. Wordlessly, he grabbed Fiona and swung away from the building, dropping her easily on the sidewalk below. "Duty calls." He joked before swinging away.

Fiona bit her bottom lip, smiling as she watched him disappear around the corner of a building.

Peter swung quickly, following the police cars to where they stopped outside of a bank. "Hey!" He landed atop one of the police cars, gesturing, "Robbery?"

The deputy, a tall dark skinned young man, shook his head. "We don't know. The call said that a man barged in, shocked the security guards, either they're dead or knocked out, they weren't clear."

"Any hostages?" Peter furrowed his brows together behind his mask. The deputy shook his head. "Just one, a bank teller."

Peter eyed the bank cautiously before swinging up towards one of the top floor windows. "Karen, activate laser."

"Laser activated." Answered Karen. Peter lifted his right index finger and almost giggled like a girl as a small red laser shot out cutting an opening in the window. He used his spidey grip to pull the glass out. "That's so awesome."

Quietly, Peter crawled inside the bank, descending down to the main lobby by climbing atop the ceiling. Below him he could see a young woman crying, hands bound and mouth duct taped closed.

"Karen, are they alive?" He asked as he spotted the unconscious security guards, five in total. "Vital signs are negative." Karen answered sadly. Dead. They were dead.

Peter gulped as he looked for the culprit not noticing the yellow beam of electricity shooting towards him. He screamed as the burning of the bolts hit him, knocking him to the floor below him.

He tried to move to web away but another shock of electricity hit him. "Ahhhhh!!!"

"Pretty hard to swing away with a thousand bolts of electricity running through your veins, huh Spidey?" A man kneeled in front of him, tilting his head to the side. Peter could barely make out his features other then the black clothes he wore and the olive complexion of his skin tone.

"Your visions starting to blur, right?" The man sounded amused as he stood, nudging Peter lightly with his boot. "Seeing black spots?" He questioned before Peter felt another shock of electricity hit him. He gritted his teeth together as his body spasmed.

"I mean, I at least thought that they would of sent someone... taller. The hulk maybe. Thor? Although, I don't know how the whole electricity versus electricity thing would work out." The man continued sounding genuinely curious.

Peter painfully brought his hand to his chest, hitting the little black spider. "Rhodey." It came out in a whispered pant as he struggled to breathe.

"What was that?" The man arched a brow, sending another wave of electricity towards Peter. The bolts of electricity seemed to pool from his arms, his whole body really, eyes glowing yellow as well.

"Wha... what... do you... want?" Peter managed to ask, stalling, hoping Rhodey didn't ignore his call. "What do I want?" The man laughed madly. "World domination." He answered seriously before laughing and shaking his head. "I'm just fucking with you."

Peter glared at him from under his mask and the man still a slight blur to him due to his vision being blurry, clapped his hands together. "Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself."

Peter readied himself for the shock as the man raised his hands, electricity coursing through him as he smirked. His lips opened to say his name but before he could wrap his electricity around Peter once again, a blur of metal flew by, hitting him and tossing him out one of the windows, glass shattering.

Gunshots could be heard from outside as Peter sighed at the sight of Janes Rhodes in his War Machine suit. "You didn't ignore me."

Rhodey grabbed Peter's arms, helping him up. "I was tempted to." He joked. "You alright, kid?"

Peter coughed, wanting nothing more then to just rip his mask off but knew that he wasn't ready for the world to know who he truly was just yet. "Other then feeling like Thor just broke his hammer against my skull, I'm fine."

Rhodey chuckled as he walked over to the hostage. "It's okay." He kneeled down in front of her, cutting the bindings off of her wrists. "We're going to help you."

Every step Peter took felt like a challenge. His bones hurt. His head hurt. He actually statically shocked the young deputy, Morales was his name, when he helped him take a seat. "Did you get him?"

"No." Morales shook his head. "It was like..." he frowned looking towards the way the electric man escaped. "It was like the electricity allowed him to just hop from building to building."

Peter held his side as he felt like a failure. He couldn't stop him and now he's out there somewhere and could hurt someone else. Kill someone else.

"Hey," Morales patted him on the shoulder. "You can't get all of them. You just have to pick yourself up and catch them another day."

"Thanks." Peter winced a little as it hurt to breathe. His ribs felt like they were on fire. Morales chuckled. "My son is going to freak out when I tell him I met you. Big fan."

Peter smiled under his mask as Rhodey walked over. "Looks like we got some work to do." He sighed, leaning back against the police car. "If I see anything, hear anything, I'll let you know." Morales nodded at them. "Just call the Avnegers, right."

Peter found himself grinning a little too enthusiastically under his mask at being called an Avenger and Rhodey rolled his eyes from beside him. "Don't let it go to your head, kid."

"What if Rhodey hadn't showed up?" May scolded him, fussing over him after finding out about Spiderman's show down with what the city was calling "Electro" on the news. She had been waiting on him when he got home.

"Aunt May, I'm fine." He winced as he sat down on the couch. "I can take care of myself."

May sighed as she sat down beside him. "I know. But I don't want you to." Peter felt bad for worrying her so much but he was Spiderman and helping others was his job now. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" May pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she used a wet washcloth to scrub dirt from his cheek. "Worrying you."

May shook her head, eyes brimming with tears she held back. "I just worry because... I can't lose you too."

"You won't." Peter promised as a knock echoed at the door. May perked up, sitting the washcloth down. "I forgot about my date." She blushed as she rushed around to grab her purse and coat.

"This is like the fourth date you've had with this mystery guy." Peter remarked, smiling at his aunt. "When do I get to meet him?"

"When the time is right." May asnwered, pushing him to his room. "You said that last time." Whined Peter as May kissed him on the cheek. "Now, get some rest. I'm going to allow you to stay home tomorrow but just this one time." She pointed a finger at him jokingly. "Next time you decide to be spider bbq, you're going to school even if you're eyes are bleeding."

Peter snorted, closing his bedroom door and waiting before dashing to his window and scaling with slight pain down the fire escape to catch a glimpse of his aunt's mystery date.

"No way." Peter felt his mouth fall open at the laughing couple. Looks like you're not the only one keeping a secret. Sam Wilson's voice echoed through his head.

"Rhodey?"

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when you come for the
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also,
friendly reminder
that ghost reading
isn't cute
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