lie to me ➳ peter parker (2)

1.4

The two superheroes lie unmoving on top of the trailer that held their newest enemy, their curious gazes watching the glowing portal that the faux-animal had conjured up in thin air.

Rowan reaches out, her fingertips grazing the weird substance, as she gasps out and turns to her friend with a light smile, "Whoa, cool. It's some kind of matter phase shifter."
Placing a finger to his lips to silence the girl, he cocks his head downwards. The brunette nods, knowing he wanted to get a closer look, so she allows him to grip her waist and tug her along with him. She shivers slightly at the tingles shooting up her spine, her powers nudging her suggestively at the intimate contact, as Peter crawls them down the ceiling, watching the enemy closely.

The glowing man kneels down, his grubby hands tearing open a duffle bag. "Alright, coming up."
Vulture jumps through the portal and onto the roof of the trailer.

Then Rowan shoots her companion a wary look, her lips pulling up sheepishly as she thought of the move she was about to pull. Peter watches her curiously, about to blurt out a protest before the girl uses her powers to snatch the bag away from the man, "Hey, Big Bird! This doesn't belong to you!"
This caught the villain's attention, his menacing robotic eyes narrowing down at the teens. "Oh god."

The man steps into his winged suit, lunging for the duo who leap over him stealthily as they use their respective powers to try and clip his wings. Rowan's bursts were cleverly dodged by the man, surprising her, and Peter's weak attempts at webbing him down were of no help to either of them.

"Suit lady, what was that?" He questions, noting how flimsy his webs are.

"You told me to choose."

Vulture knocks Rowan down before grabbing the duffel and then heads for the brunette boy who tries to balance himself on the edge of the trailer. "What? No, just set everything back to normal."

"Activating all systems."

The boy grabs ahold of the duffel, Rowan soon by his side, and the teens successfully rip the bag from his talons. But, the combined force sends them tumbling down through the portal and into the truck, their movements knocking the cube responsible off of its position. The two immediately jump up, ready for a fight, but they failed to realize they were in a tight space; both their heads slamming into the solid roof overhead.

"Pete- I-" Rowan slurs out before blacking out, her body collapsing into Peter's arms.

"I- me too." He murmurs before he too falls out cold onto the metal floor.

-

Peter was jolted awake by the sudden jerky movements of the truck, a gasp escaping his lips as he sat up. He groans, clutching his skull in agony, "my head."

"You appear to have a mild concussion."

He then notices the extra weight on his lap, cursing as he realizes Rowan was still out cold with her head resting on his thighs. Right below her hairline was a slight gash, the blood seeming to have dried and scabbed over within the hour they've been out. "Shit, Row-" he wipes the hair out of her face, speaking to the lady in his suit, "hey, suit lady, can you make sure Rowan's okay?"

"Sure thing. Place your hand on her head." She instructs to which he obeys without question, his palm lying flat on her forehead, treading lightly around her cut. "According to her vitals, she has a mild concussion and a slight cut on her forehead. No stitches required."

Peter releases a grateful breath, the heaviness in his shoulders dulling slightly as the news. He decides it was best to wake her now, knowing that it was dangerous for a person with a concussion to sleep through it. So, he shakes her slightly, his name slipping past his lips softly.
"Row. Rowan." He shakes her again, this time a little harder, "Rowan!"