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thesefirststeps) wrote2022-04-15 11:28 am
thesefirststeps) wrote2022-04-15 11:28 am
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Rey didn't try to find trouble. That didn't mean that sometimes, trouble didn't find her first.
She had just finished a workout and was walking home from the gym when the sounds of a scuffle caught her attention, an elderly voice calling for someone - anyone - to help them. She didn't even think twice, just ran as fast as her tired legs could take her until the scene came into view.
Two men, struggling to pull a purse from some poor woman's shoulder. The woman was putting up a good fight, but Rey was afraid that the men would get rougher, would hurt their scrappy target. Rey mentally chided herself for not carrying something that could be used as a weapon, but didn't hesitate to approach, calling out a sharp 'hey!' to get their attention.
She'd take them on with her bare hands, as long as it meant the woman could make an escape. Maybe they'd take off, too, not wanting to attract any more attention than they already had.
Rey should have known she wouldn't be that lucky.
She put up an admirable fight, but the odds were always against her. One of the men landed a hard blow to her ribs (hard enough for her to feel a crack) just as the other grabbed her backpack, throwing her against a hard brick wall, hitting her head so hard that her vision swam.
Before she closed her eyes and did not open them again, she thought she saw a blur of red and blue swinging down like some sort of avenging angel.
Her last thought was - hey, it's our friendly neighborhood Spider-man.
She had just finished a workout and was walking home from the gym when the sounds of a scuffle caught her attention, an elderly voice calling for someone - anyone - to help them. She didn't even think twice, just ran as fast as her tired legs could take her until the scene came into view.
Two men, struggling to pull a purse from some poor woman's shoulder. The woman was putting up a good fight, but Rey was afraid that the men would get rougher, would hurt their scrappy target. Rey mentally chided herself for not carrying something that could be used as a weapon, but didn't hesitate to approach, calling out a sharp 'hey!' to get their attention.
She'd take them on with her bare hands, as long as it meant the woman could make an escape. Maybe they'd take off, too, not wanting to attract any more attention than they already had.
Rey should have known she wouldn't be that lucky.
She put up an admirable fight, but the odds were always against her. One of the men landed a hard blow to her ribs (hard enough for her to feel a crack) just as the other grabbed her backpack, throwing her against a hard brick wall, hitting her head so hard that her vision swam.
Before she closed her eyes and did not open them again, she thought she saw a blur of red and blue swinging down like some sort of avenging angel.
Her last thought was - hey, it's our friendly neighborhood Spider-man.
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The erratic beeping of her heart monitor continued as she tried to concentrate on his presence and her memory of the incident as it very slowly began coming into focus, so grateful to hear that the poor woman she had tried to assist hadn't been hurt in the scuffle. But some part of her wondered how Peter would have even known that if he hadn't been there. And - how did he know she was in the hospital in the first place, since the last text she'd sent had been informing him that she was on the way home.
While she wanted very much to reassure him that he hadn't lost her, that despite this little setback, she still intended to spend the rest of her life with him, but instead, she let her gaze slowly drop from his face (that concerned expression) down, taking in the sight of a familiar red & blue uniform and her heart dropped into her stomach.
How ... and why ... and could she really not have known all this time? Would he really have kept this a secret?
Her IV stand suddenly wobbled violently, like a gust of wind had caught it, but before it tumbled to the ground, Rey lifted her free hand to steady it ... without thinking and without touching it at all.
"Peter - ", she started, her brow furrowing in her confusion. "Are - are you ... Spider-Man?"
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Peter was prepared to offer all kinds of explanations and defenses, a few quips and jokes, and a song and dance or two to answer that question. But Rey had knocked over a pole thing only she DIDN’T knock it over and it just… hovered back in place like magic.
“What, uh… what was that? I mean yeah totally Spider-Man, meant to tell you but wasn’t sure when. But seriously did you just move that thing with your mind?”
Maybe he wasn’t showing the proper level of concern for Rey here but he knew that he had just seen something super amazing and it wasn’t done by him.