Stones and Glass Houses (Book 1)

🕷(65) The Fair

Peter Parker POV-

Even with the heavy news of their next mission, Peter and Brooklyn still didn't have the heart to cancel on their planned day with Cassie Lang.

Cassie's mom had texted Peter all week telling him how excited the little girl was, and he just couldn't hurt her that way.

When Brooklyn and Peter finished their homework before sunset, she let him swing her around the city in his suit as they made their way over to the suburbs area of the city. Some people that caught sight of the Spider-man seemed happy, thinking that meant the hero would be aback soon enough.

But Peter was still grounded, and it was unlikely the people's good graces and hopes would remain for long. It was a constant fear in his head, a worry he got when he was almost out the window before realizing he couldn't go out and do his usual hero work.

Brooklyn had been the person to reassure him time and time again that the people of Queens loved him. That they thought he was busy doing Avengers work and did not hold it against him. Maybe thats why he was so glad to finally be able to do something to help the people of Queens tomorrow.

He'd missed being able to swing around the city as the sun set, dreamt about it a few times.

Having Brooklyn with him, now comfortable enough to look at the passing buildings was certainly a plus. She'd been such a rock to him during these past few weeks not just with encouraging words, but also by giving him the opportunities to continue to help out.

Peter was actually very happy with their team, even more so now that Brook and Damian were starting to consider it as one. He'd never expected Yelena to join, but he was glad for it. Sure, she was hard around the edges and a little cold, but just as Brooklyn had changed, he believed Yelena could too.

With this team by Peter's side, it certainly made the burden of being Spider-man all the easier, made him feel like he wasn't just a kid trying to play hero, but actually making a difference.

Over the sound of the wind, Brooklyn had one hand around his shoulder, the other clutching the large black hoodie to conceal her identity. Yet she still shouted, "You seem to be enjoying yourself today!"

Had she noticed his change of mood so easily? Of course she had..

"I just missed this" he replied, taking one last long swing that sent Brooklyn curling against his chest. As they free-fell Peter couldn't help but let out a whoop of joy while Brooklyn whispered Russian curses under her breath.

It wasn't until they made it to the alley where Peter would change back into civilian clothes that Brook opened her eyes, leaning on the brick wall as she discarded the hoodie.

"I hate it when you do that. I'm the one thats supposed to get revenge on you for letting dad know about the play. Lucky for you you're my best friend, I'll let this crime slide as well" she whispered to the giant trash bin Peter was changing behind, earning a sheepish chuckle for Peter. He never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable, but sometimes he couldn't help but want to see how she shied away from the winds.

As someone who loved to seem indestructible, Brooklyn still had a few things that made her even more human than she allowed the others to see. Free-falling was one of those things.

Once back into his jeans and collared shirt, Peter swung the small backpack over his shoulder as the two teens made their way to Cassie's home just in time.