Wings || Peter Parker

13: Flight

We entered the building, a huge lobby greeting us. There wasn't much in the room, though somehow, it didn't feel empty. Mr. Stark showed us our rooms, explained the rules, and set off to his own work.

I left my bag on my bed and tried on my new suits. They both fit perfectly, and I couldn't choose which one I liked better.

Peter found me after a little bit. 

I opened my door after he knocked, meeting him and Harley.

"Okay, so we're down here for two days," Peter explained. 

I nodded.

"Harley and I only have a little work to do on our own projects, and then we have the rest of the time to do anything. Of course, you want to try and fly, so we can do that, but we gotta figure out when." He took a deep breath. "Sorry, that was a lot of talking."

I shrugged.

"So we can work anytime, so do you want to try flying now? Or later, whenever works. We shouldn't go at night, just cause it's gonna be dark out."

I shrugged again.

We can go right now.

"All right." He replied. "Is it okay if Harley comes?" 

I nodded.

"Cool." Harley slipped his phone back into his pocket. 

"Does the suit fit good?" Peter asked, leading us all to the doors.

I nodded again.

"Good." 

Harley led us all to the place he thought would be best, which was a large grassy field. On one end was a hill, which the boys both agreed would be helpful.

"You want to go right now or stretch first?" Peter asked. 

I shook my head, as I'd already stretched my wings in my room.

"Okay." He took a seat on the ground. "Go whenever you're ready."

I nodded and took off running. It was much easier, I didn't have to watch out for walls or a ceiling to his by accident. I flapped my wings, reaching a foot or two off the ground. I landed and continued running, flapping again and again until I was off the ground for at least ten seconds. 

Peter and Harley were standing and cheering back where I started, but even with my heightened hearing, I couldn't hear them well. They were too far away.

I waved to them back. Peter was sprinting to me, Harley walking behind him.

Once I could hear Peter shouting, he stopped. "Come back!" He repeated over and over.

I nodded even if he couldn't see and started running back.

It felt very strange to have an audience, but I continued to reach the highest point I could. I reached a few feet off the ground, and flapped my wings again, going higher. Peter and Harley were getting closer and closer. I reached the highest I'd ever been and soared right above them. 

My wings were spread out fully on each side, a dark shadow following me on the ground. 

I could feel the sunlight on my back. The wind in my hair. I must've been ten feet up. 

I didn't feel the need to squint. My eyes weren't bothered by the wind. 

I landed, knees bent and strong. 

That time I didn't fall. That time I wasn't hesitant. That time, I wasn't scared. It felt natural.

"Holy shit!" Harley shouted. "That was fucking awesome!"