a/n: longest chapter yet!! i'm super proud of this one, it took for-EVER. anyway, i hope you like it, and @klavierpanda you will see the ladies again ;)
tw: non-gory violence, child in distress, a few bad words and miku binder thomas jefferson reference.
It’s been a few weeks of training with Sam and surprisingly, I’m not complete dogshit. I’ve finally been back in school so I find ways to manage my time between both things, though I’ve done more than a few assignments during lunch, sue me.
After my evening session in the lab, tinkering with random things and reading all the words I can find, I go back to my room to think. I remember the night I first met the ladies, and how much harder it would’ve been without them. I want to be like them, that much is evident. But I don’t know how some random 14 year old can save people like they saved me. I could be like Spiderman. Running around the city, making people feel safe, protecting kids in similar situations. My internal monologue runs a mile a minute. Could I even use my powers though? I don’t need Stark and the others finding out. But what’s the point in having them if I can’t use them when needed? I just won't be extravagant, yeah, that’ll work. Worst case scenario, they find out and I get grounded or go back to live with Gran Gran and Nana full time. My body jolts up, that could work!
So, with my master thinking skills, I throw together a half decent hero-ing outfit.
I put on a plain black top with a huge floppy hood, high waisted skirt that’s nice and flowy for dramatic effect and also free skin on my legs because of superpowers; a small pair of shorts underneath for my own dignity, and my deep purple ballet slippers, tied up to my knees for extra support. Old habits die hard, and wearing ballet slippers all the time is one of them. I slip on a chunky metal ring on each of my middle fingers for extra damage, slip on a face mask and put in my green colored contacts, that thankfully are prescription. Finally, I tie my hair up into a knot at the crown of my head, and add a bobby pin on each side of my forehead just in case.
I keep my vitals tracker on my person, because I’m not an idiot. I might get into some deep shit and need backup. But, I program Friday to ask me before sending an alert, also because I’m not an idiot.
“If anyone asks, I’m sleeping at Gran Gran’s. If I’m in a critical state, ping Sam or Natasha.”
“Of course. Be safe.”
I unlock my window, and free fall off the skyscraper, and I’ve never felt more alive. Opting for a flying squirrel approach; branches sprout from my arms, grow plenty of large leaves for structure, connect to my torso and I dive down to a familiar alley. Somehow, my flying training with Sam paid off.
I hear a muffled cry about a block away, and start running in that direction reminding myself of the same sentiment;
Don’t show off.
My eyes widen as I see a kid, can’t be older than 10, being held down by a 20 something man. I don’t wait long enough to see what’s happening, I jump down from the rooftop, and punch the man right in his greasy ass face. He reels back and holds his nose while yelling.
“Hey little one, may I hold you?” The child shakes his head, tears still falling. “That’s okay, wanna take my hand and we can find somewhere safer?”
I lower my mask and give the most gentle expression I can manage, holding out my hand. He holds on to two of my fingers and nods. The man yells something unintelligible while lunging toward me, fists out. Using my free arm, I block his punch with bark on my covered forearm and he groans, knuckles bleeding. Serves him right. I grow some more bark over my foot and kick him hard in the groin for good measure. Keep the powers discrete. Elle. Don’t be careless.
“Sorry this happened, kid. Should we go to your house?” He, once again shakes his head. “Are you hungry?” He nods. “Let’s go to McDonald’s, does that sound good?”
“Yes, thank you Mister, or Miss, or um.”
“Just call me Willow, do you have a name?”
“Can you call me Daisy? It’s much better than my real name.”
I put my hand behind my back and grow a daisy on my palm, then hold it out for the child to pluck.
“How did you do that?” he asks in awe.
“A magician never tells.” I say, and we both giggle.
After eating some chicken nuggets and fries, I ask where the kid wants to go.
“Not home, lots of mean people there.”
“I know just the place, it’s open to everyone and you’ll be safe and sound for the night.” I smile under my covering, remembering all the nights I’ve spent there. “Five magic ladies run it, they’re super nice and wear really pretty dresses.”
Daisy gets a piggyback ride to the LGBTea, and I knock lightly on the front door of the ladies’ building.
Tamara answers. Thankfully, she knows sign so I hastily let her know who I am.
“Well, hello Willow, who might this be?”
“This is a new friend of mine, his house is full of mean people so, do you have a spare bed for this little guy?”
“Of course, do you have a name kiddo?”
“I’m Daisy.” He beams, showing at least one missing tooth.
“Alright then. Daisy suits you.” But Elle didn't suit me? I see how it is.
“Well, are you ready to go in?” I ask, squatting down to his level.
His eyes get about a million times bigger, “Are you leaving?”
“Yeah, I’ve gotta make sure there aren’t any other kids being hurt. I’ll be back here by morning, I pinkie promise.” I hold out my pinkie and he takes it, holding on tight. “If you need me, ask Tamara over there or any of her friends, they’ll get you whatever you need.”
He nods and I give a mock salute to Ms. Nite, before using a Spiderman esque vine to reach the roof, out of sight.
After another hour of just hopping around rooftops and walking a few people home, I see Peter out swinging. Fuck, they weren’t supposed to be out tonight! Doesn’t he usually just stay in Queens?
I go down onto the ground and hide in the shadows, praying to god his spidey-senses didn’t already find me. My prayers are rejected because they turn in my direction, and run down to me.
“Hello civilian! What’re you doing out so late? Do you need assistance?”
I shake my head.
“Are you sure; you seem to be in distress. Is someone following you?”
I shake my head again as I try walking away.
Just as they’re about to ask me again, their head turns sharply north.
He shoots a web in that direction and I run close behind.
A classic mugging situation but instead of a knife, the three people attacking have guns.
Peter, in very Spidey fashion, says, “Hey guys, I’m gonna need you to hand me those weapons, you aren’t using them very responsibly.”
“Fuck off kid.”
“That’s not very nice.” Then webs the guns to the wall, the three perpetrators along with.
I run to the person formerly being attacked, calm them down, and make a dandelion flower crown; while Spiderman confiscates the guns under super strong webs, and leaves a note for the cops in the morning.
He turns to me. “Thanks for the help! Are you both alright?”
The two of us nod and the person next to me thanks him before heading off home, probably to tell their family they got saved by the Spiderman.
Peter turns to me, head turned, a little confused. “Who are you?”
I change up my voice a little bit, to avoid suspicion, “Willow.”
“Do you come out here often?”
“I appreciated the help back there.”
I nod once more, and start climbing the fire escape with a small salute.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
I don’t answer and climb to the fifth floor of the building.
“Where are you going Willow?”
“Gonna meet God, she’s black.” I quip, knowing he’ll get the reference. I fall off the edge into a tree, changing the growth of the trunk so it opens for me, and closes with my body inside.
I hear a few mutterings fall from their lips but then he turns away.
Too close, Elle.
I sneak back into my room at the apartment, strip off my clothes in exchange for pjs and go to bed, with my alarm set for 5 am so I can keep my promise.
My alarm blares right on time. I quickly grab my set of “hero-ing” clothes and slip them on, tying my slippers in a little bow this time. The door creaks open as I push it, sneaking to the sink and putting my mouth under the spout in an attempt to refill my tank. Skirt flowing, I jump out the window of my room straight into the canopy of green.
Unfortunately, Peter wanted to check with me early this morning, so he’s under the leaves, still in his suit.
“Willow? What are you doing in El- a random person’s bedroom?”
I put on my voice again, “Checking up, old friend.”
“How did you get down here without breaking all your bones? Oh my god! Do you have superpowers?”
“Then, how did yo-”
I strike him under the chin, causing him to black out, then lay him down in the canopy. Sorry Peter. Then I’m off to my favorite establishment, to fulfill my pinkie swear to Daisy.