Peter would've - should've - moved by now, given that the monster truly is dangerous according to his spider-sense, and the opportunity he has since it's not looking his way. Unfortunately, that same spider-sense is telling him that the worst thing he can do right now is move. Most likely because that would make him, and most importantly, Sally, its targets.
If that happens, he will have no choice but to reveal himself as Spider-Man to Sally, but if she - or anyone else in this room - moves and is attacked, Peter is going to need to do the same.
Peter values his secret a lot. Any life is more valuable than that; so if he needs to reveal himself to prevent someone from getting hurt - let alone dying - he will do it.
His dilemma was however suddenly answered for him when his spider-sense alerted him of something that would happen very soon, so he stood up while helping Sally to her feet by grabbing her by the hand to start running at the nearest exit.
And before Sally could protest, yell or question Peter on what he was doing, the museum's alarm went off with a powerful and loud siren-like sound all over the building and a bit beyond *BRAAAAAAANG*.
Which infuriated the giant, who roared at the ceiling in response with an even louder *ROOOOOOAAAARGH* while changing the hold of his club to be upside down to slam it down in the ground, making the entire foundation of the building shake while the weapon released yet another blow of cold air more than capable of knocking everyone down.
Peter had dragged Sally almost all the way to the door when the ground shaked at the impact, causing the girl to fall to her knees just when the gust of wind was approaching. So, seeing this as his opportunity to get separated from her and suit up, Peter grabbed her by the waist to help her up as quickly as humanly possible and stood behind her.
"P-Peter, wait!" Sally yelled as she tried to look back, but was unable to because Peter pushed her into the hallway - just past the door's edge into the hallway "PETE-".
*FWOOM - ACK* Sally tried yelling his name once again, but just then the gust of wind reached them, knocking her down onto her back while being pushed even further into the hallway - away from the grand room.
Opening her eyes, she looked around her for a bit in hopes of finding Peter with her; hope that soon turned into desperation when she saw no one but herself in the snow-filled hallway. Feeling a bit dazed by the hit of cold wind and the blaring noise of the alarm, Sally managed to stand up - albeit with her knees quivering a bit.
"P-Peter?" Sally asked as she looked forward at the room with the monster, who picked up his club and started swinging it against the walls in what looked like a blind rage. This only made Sally's heart race even more with dread "PETER! PETE-!"
"MISS!" Sally tried running back into the room, but was soon yanked backwards by a security guard that came running behind her to see if anyone needed assistance "You can't go into that room! Can't you see that thing!?"
"M- But m-my friend is still in there!" Sally argued nervously while showing signs in both her face and eyes of crying being imminent.
"You can't go in! I can't allow it!" The guard doubled down as he placed between the hallway and the girl to stop any thoughts of her going in.
"Please!" The girl pleased yet again, making the guard inwardly groan I as his sense of duty kicked in. Cringing as the building shook yet again, the guard looked back at the grand room and the girl repeatedly before making his mind.
"I'll…! I'll see what I can do!" The guard tried to reassure her with no much success as he turned to walk in, not really knowing what else to do "for now just please exit the building and-!"
*KRSH* The building shook again due to another impact, now however causing rubble to fall on the door. If Sally hadn't been stopped from running after Peter, she would've been trapped - where the guard had tried to go in seconds before, he would've been squashed.
The teen girl turned to look with a very disheartened expression at the guard, who looked equally worried. Still, he tried to ease the girl "T-there are many other exits in there for your friend, but how about I take you out of here?"
Sally looked hesitantly back and forth between the man and the now destroyed pathway, and nodded once another hit made itself known.
'P-Peter knows how to handle himself on situations like this, right?' Sally tries to comfort herself while hugging her own body tightly for warmth 'he is Spider-Man's un-oficial photographer, so he is used to monsters… right?'
Sally tried to believe that Peter would be fine, and that as the born and raised New Yorker that he is, he would know how to handle himself in such a situation - given that New York is somehow where everything weird tends to happen apparently.
… oh who is she kidding, Peter is most probably going to get badly hurt at the very least, and all because she lost her footing and the stupid, stubborn and… and brave and kind boy decided to save her first.
Just when they were sharing a real conversation nonetheless.
'What I'm going to tell everyone?' Sally thought while groaning out loud, not wanting to picture how her teachers would freak out, how Peter's friends will be swarming her for more information about everything that happened while being even more freaked out and ugh, her 'Frost is going to be a mess!'
But she was met with a very different sight than what she was expecting. Stepping into the top of the stairs illuminated brightly by the unbothered sun, she saw most of her classmates huddled together while two grown men fought fiercely and savagely in the middle of the street while two guards, and what Sally assumes are three of their friends - due to the nature of their unsavory shirts - are attempting to stop them unsuccessfully.
"… never a boring day in New York, huh?" Sally says with a seemingly unbothered tone what Peter told her a few moments back, not even taken off by the sheer amount of blood that the two men are spilling out of everyone near the fight due to the brutality of their fight.
*Snort* "That's a good one" the guard chuckled slightly with a clear tiresome voice as he steps down the stairs to go and help his co-workers out before letting out a sigh "… never a boring day here".
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Moments earlier with Emma and Chat
Walking through the museum with apparent disinterest, the pair of best friends avoided talking out loud for a long while without caring for their assignment. Silence that was interrupted by Emma herself once she made sure no one was within earshot.
"Do you… do you think he hates me?" Emma asks as she hugs herself and avoids looking directly at Chat, not wanting her to see such weakness in her. Even if Chat is her best friend and has seen that side of her many times, it still makes her uncomfortable.
"…who?" Chat asked after blinking twice in a dumb manner while looking at her with her head tilted to the side; not really understanding who 'he' is that would hate Emma.
" 'Who?' Peter!" Emma answers with an unbelieving tone after repeating Chat's dumb question; now looking at her as if she was crazy.
"Parker?" Chat asks again with the same dumb tone, causing Emma's expression to change from unbelieving to a frustrated an annoyed one, giving Chat an unspoken answer. Chat smile sheepishly but quickly reassured her friend "…No! No, of course he doesn't hate you! What!? You're thinking crazy!"
"Am I?" Emma questions with the same vulnerability from before now present in her face, paired with frustration directed to herself "I yelled at him in front of everyone! And for what!? Because he couldn't read my mind and see what got me so upset?! He must be so mad at me and-!".
"Hey, hey, stop that" Chat interrupts Emma's little ramble with a frown while putting a hand on her shoulder to further emphasize her point "Peter is not going to get mad at you about this. If anything, he must be freaking out even more than you are".
"You think so?" Emma asks with a hopeful look. Not because she wants Peter to feel bad, but simply because she doesn't want him to feel wrongly about her.
"Is that even a question?" Chat asks with a small knowing smile on her face to try and ease Emma "At this point I think you know him better than I do, you know how he is about stuff like this".
"…then why didn't he follow after me?" Emma asks with a heavy heart, not wanting to deny Chat's words but having no option but to.
"…Hmm?" Chat asked dumbly yet again as she heard Emma, now feeling like sweating at what was most likely a mistake on her part.
"I know I walked out rather rudely, but he still should've walked after me to… I don't know, get me to talk about what is troubling me?" Emma says unsure of herself, knowing how nonsensical she must sound even now.
It's unfair to Peter to guess how she thinks and feels when all she does is act crazy and almost hysterical. But she… she needs Peter on her corner right now, and it hurts seeing that she needs to seek him for comfort and support instead of him just outright giving it to her without any need for a word like she was expecting him to.
"…Hehe, I'll uh… I'll keep that in mind next time" Chat said as she tried her best to put on a poker face which failed spectacularly; making Emma suspect her.
"What?" Emma asked, not understanding what she has to do with anything.
"Nothing, nothing. I'll just uh, keep in mind that you wanted him to follow you… next time" Chat said with a wavering smile while she looked away nervously. Action that made Emma squint her eyes at her.
"Chat, is there anything that I should know?" Emma questioned with a raised eyebrow and a sweet tone that only made her seem more threatening.
"N-not really" Chat mumbled as she looked away from Emma, making the former look even more guilty and making the former even more curious/angry.
"…okay, do you promise to not get angry?" Chat asked meekly as she looked at Emma with her eyes downcast to try and appeal to Emma's pity.
"No" which doesn't work at all, since Emma's scowl got deeper and meaner looking while placing her arms on her hip "In fact, I'm getting angrier by the second"
"…please?" Chat asked pleadingly once again with her hands together as if to pray and an eye closed.
"No, Chat, just-" *Ugh* Emma says tiredly while rubbing her eyes with her right hand. She really is feeling unwell, both because of the day and because of her natural pain "I don't have the patience today. I'm… just, please, what happened?"
"W-well…" Chat began saying sheepishly while playing with her fingers and looking slightly away "Peter did wanted to come after you, but I kinda… told him not to do it?"
Chat shrugged that last part with an useasy smile, but quickly cringed and flinched when Emma yelled "WHAT!? Why would you do that!?"
"I-I thought you wanted space!" Chat defended herself with her hands up in mock surrender "You seemed to be in one of the 'dont talk to me' kind of moods!"
"I am, but not with him!" Emma whined a bit with frustration and anxiety "and now he is who knows where and-and what if he comes across Watson and Stacy and they tell him how I 'went too far'!? Then he will definitely be angry at me!"
"T-they wouldn't do something as petty as tell on you" Chat said in a failed attempt to ease Emma again.
"Wouldn't they!?" Emma asks angrily; not angry at Chat, but because she knows damn well it's very likely for them to do that… at least, that's what Emma would do.
*Err…* Chat wanted to deny it again, wanting to believe in her friends to just realize that some things were said by both sides; but it is very true that it was them the ones that started it all, which surprised Chat badly.
"…This is a mess" Emma mutters more to herself as she feels her heart squeeze yet again with the worry that Emma has had all day. This awful day that just seems to be getting worse by the-
*BRAAAAAAANG*
*ROOOOOOAAAARGH*
Emma's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sonorous sound of a siren-like alarm, quickly followed by what is most likely the roar of a monster. Soon after, the whole building shook almost violently, as if something really heavy and big suddenly dropped in the middle of the building; causing both girls to falter just barely in their footing.
"EMERGENCY: PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING IN AN ORDERLY MANNER" an automated voice perked both girls up, making them look at the ceiling with Chat holding her shirt in front of her heart while Emma took hold of one of Chat's arms in a protective manner "THIS IS NOT A DRILL, PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING-".
"Great…" Emma muttered while the voice kept on saying instructions, to then shout in frustration, because now she won't be able to talk to Peter who will be most likely dealing with whatever this is "this is just great isn't it!? This really is just…!" *Argh!*
"Hey, come on" Chat said with just the slightest amount of hurry "let's leave this place, and after that I can talk with Peter to-".
"I think you've talked enough for the day" Emma shot down rather rudely for her previous blunder of telling Peter to stay away. After that, she turned her back to Chat and started walking away without waiting for her, leaving Chat alone looking worriedly at Emma.
But the latter only took five steps before dropping her shoulders tiredly, and looked back over her shoulder without really meeting Chat's eyes "I… I didn't mean to sound rude… but you know how I-".
Emma was having trouble explaining her feelings - like usual - and was interrupted when the building shook yet again. Luckily, Chat understood Emma's plight - she is living it as well after all.
…except for the fact that she didn't see 'them' without warning, is not having her 'moment of the month', and she has no boyfriend to be in a squabble with. So she simply catches up to the blonde, hooks her arm with her and says with an easy smile "It's fine, i understand. Let's get out of here".
Emma wanted to say more, but she simply nodded with an almost sad smile and did as the voice instructed.
Perhaps both girls should have looked after another exit, knowing that those men were around. But their minds were now full of thoughts about what could possibly be happening and if Peter would be okay that they simply walked confidently to the front door.
And just as they rounded a corner with a guard calling out for everyone to hurry up to the door, Emma and Chat saw the five of the men wearing those hateful shirts while talking loud enough for everyone to hear about how this was most likely just another mutant terrorist attack - with three at the top of the stairs and two already walking down.
Their hearts stopped momentarily while their stomachs sank, causing them to stop walking immediately after seeing them; now each holding the other just a bit tighter. It's scary to see a group of men like them showing their hate so nonchalantly ans easily.
And Emma's blood boiled because of it.
It was too much to see them safe and sound while complaining about her race with absolutely no one doing as much as batting an eye in disbelief or disagreement at their claims; it truly makes both Emma and Chat feel so alienated from humanity - as monsters that one day will be lynched publicly by the humans that hates them so much without reason.
And Emma's inner hate rises up, especially against these guys.
Because it's them the ones that destroyed the rose colored fantasy Emma woke up in, it's them the ones that made her relieve all the fear that being born a mutant brings her, it's them the ones that reminded her of the pit of insecurity she has deeply rooted into her soul, and it's because of them that she is now in a state of discomfort with the human she loves and loves her back.
Human that is most definitely fighting whatever triggered the alarm and is shaking the entire building to keep everyone safe, including them. Ans isn't that something just so unfair? While some people try to make the world a safer and better place are fighting for their lives, these men get to take that sacrifice for granted ao that they can make the world a more hateful and disgusting place?
It's not fair. And she won't take it.
"Emma?" Chat questions her friend as she is unable to act properly due to the irrational fear of being found out by them. But her eyes widen when she sees the deep scowl on Emma and the way her hand raises ever so slightly at them in what Chat recognized as the blonde's little giveaway of using her powers "Emma?!"
But the telepath doesn't answer her best friend, instead, she uses the current situation and mild panic of the ever growing crowd to mentally twist two of the men's minds to increase their anger and hate - now directed towards each other.
"What the hell are you doing man!? Stop fucking pushing me!" One of the men shouts out of nowhere once he crosses the door into the warm sunny day as he turns around to push the one closest to him away; causing Chat to shift her attention from Emma to them.
"I ain't pushing you, you fucking idiot!" The one that actually got pushed quickly regains his footing and gets into the other's face "You're just too fucking slow! So hurry your ass up or-!"
"Or what!?" The first one asks while pushing the other again, causing his glare to deepen "what the hell are you going to do, you fucking sissy?!"
"E-Emma, stop it" Chat whispers nervously as she tugs on Emma's shirt discreetly while the two men continue yelling at each other, but the latter still remains silent; with her hand going just a bit higher and her eyes narrowing slightly for better control.
"HEY!" A third man now cuts in between the two, also looking equally angry "why the hell are you two dumbasses acting like fucking children?!"
"Mind your own god damn business!" The second man spats as he slaps the third's hand away "Always wanting to act like the boss around here while no one respects you! Fucking pathetic!"
"Your wife seems to respect him very well" The first one teases with an almost evil grin.
"What the fuck did you just say?" The second one asks with narrowed eyes in a threatening manner, now causing some confusion all around them in the crowd that prompts them to get away while some tired looking guards start nearing them.
"Oh yeah. In fact, I think that the only man your wife doesn't respect is you" the first one kept talking with the same malice "given how that slut loves to fuck with every guy she meets, she even says that she prefers a mutie before-".
*Whack!* interrupting his friend, the second guy threw forward his right fist. To those who can spot the difference, they can clearly shows signs of some type of martial arts training.
The fist moved very quickly, and due to the way the first guy was leaning forward, the punch made contact squarely on the first guy's nose, causing him to tumble backwards while gripping his face in pain.
"Are you going to shut up, or what!?" The second guy asks mockingly as their third friend stepped in to try and stop whatever was happening.
"Emma!" Chat tried to get her friend's attention with a whisper-like yell, but she was unsuccessful. Emma was too busy looking inside the third man's mind, where she successfully got an address to their little layer behind his sad and pathetic little life.
"What the hell are you doing!?" The third man asked of the second with a deep scowl on his face, which matched the looked on the other two.
"Me!?" The second one asks with offense as his attention is now fully on the third guy "It's the little bitch who-!"
*WAK!* this time it was the first guy that interrupted the second one with a punch of his own - with his now messed up looking nose pooling down with blood and his eyes showing nothing short of boiling rage.
But this time, it didn't end there. The first punch to the jaw was immediately followed with a hook to the liver, and then with an uppercut which landed perfectly - knocking the air out of the second guy.
"STOP IT!" The third man yelled out loud once again, which only gained him to be pushed back by the first guy.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!" The first guy shouted, uncaring for the fact that the guards are hurriedly approaching him with almost everyone who excited the museum looking. Which gave the second guy, with blood now spilling out form his mouth, the chance to stand up.
*AAAARGH* the second man shouts while moving the third away rather roughly, going for a full blown tackle against the first guy; throwing himself and the other guy down the many stairs while they start struggling against each other with punches, scratches, head butts and everything they can do to injure the other. All while catching the attention of two of their other friends and the guards scream 'SHIT' and 'STOP IT NOW' amongst other things.
"E-EMMA!" Chat shouts/whispers with disbelief the moment the two guys fall down the stairs, just loud enough for Emma to hear, causing her to stop using her powers as she had been before and take deep breaths.
Emma has used her powers, many, MANY, times. And more often than not, she has done so with selfish reasons, even after Peter had tried to explain thoroughly the importance of using their powers responsibly, she just gets a satisfying sense of self fulfillment when she gets what she wants with them.
It makes her feel special, important… untouchable.
The humans want to make her feel less than them? Like a monster? Like she doesn't deserve to live in their world? Then she will make this world belong to her thanks to her powers and the greatness of her other many talents she is so proud of.
But this is differnet than that. Emma is fully aware that she has stolen, lied, manipulated, played, twisted and possibly hurt people with her powers, but this is the first time she has actually used her powers to inflict real physical harm against anyone.
And sure, she might've messed with people's minds, feelings and even their overall personalities, which could be considered a form of harm, but the mind is always a mystery - even for someone like her - so it always feels somewhat underwhelming for her. Perhaps because she is already used to it?
But this is something different; something more. The anger she got so easily out of those two, causing a physical confrontation that resulted in blood and injury, it's so raw, so explicit, unhinged… so… so exciting.
And it's exciting because as she and Chat walk out of the doors to see the fight continuing, she no longer feels as 'lesser' as before - in fact, she doesn't feel 'less' at all. How could she? She is the master of these little brainless puppets that continue on with their savagery even after she is done messing with their heads.
She is literally and figuratively looking down on those who want to see her dead while she feels her heart beating with something akin to thrill. Something so pure and real that makes her wonder 'is this how Peter feels when he fights? Is this sense of satisfaction born out of my natural superiority over my 'enemies'? Is this why Peter loves going out as Spider-Man? Because if it is… I understand why-'.
Emma's increasing grin and thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the loud noise of a car's horn paired with a collective gasp of the crowd when the fight led the men to the middle of the street, which resulted in one of them almost getting to be run over by a car. Turning to her side, Emma saw Chat grasping her mouth in mild horror at the sight, which made the telepath slightly ashamed of her actions.
Just after seeing Chat, Emma is able to see just how angry she really made the men based on how bloody their faces now are. And her shame got a bit worse when Chat turned to her to yell in a whisper "Emma, you have to stop them!"
"I-I can't" Emma admits almost shyly while rubbing her other arm with her right hand, but keeps explaining to a confused looking Chat "if I were to stop a fight like that in an instant, people would be dead sure that there is something unnatural going on with them, and with their shirts, it won't be long before they - and everyone else - set their eyes to the nearest mutant.
And let's say they don't find us - they'll still blame mutants for this and who knows how many people will believe them, including some from the school" Emma reasoned quickly while maintaining a regretful face to convince Chat.
It is true what she says, and the fear of being found out is still really strong within her - within both of them - but Emma also doesn't want Peter to come out and see a mutant protest against her because of what she did. That would only make things worse.
"R-right… they will not… they won't kill each other, right?" Chat asked hesitatantly, still with her heart racing at the sight before her.
"W-what? Of-of course not!" Emma replied with both indignation and disbelief. The telepath knows this is something rash, but she would never kill anyone - not even when they probably deserve it.
She won't become the monster that these men wish to paint her as. She won't give them that satisfaction.
And it's incredibly hurtful for Emma to hear Chat having that idea, even when she understands that Chat was simply freaked out by the near accident. And it was honestly stupid for Emma to do this, and she is conscious about it, given how she already knows how dangerous it is for her to do something like that.
It goes beyond her pride or her overall feelings. It's about survivability.
And she just risked that for Chat and herself in a moment of weakness, which makes her look dejected, ashamed and even embarrassed. Which the animal talker quickly catches on.
"I-I didn't mean that you were the one that… I-I'm sorry if that's how it came out!" Chat quickly apologizes with a regretful face "I just got scared and they are still-".
"It's fine" Emma dismissed Chat as she looked at the fight again "It was a close one; I-I shouldn't have made them fight and… I-I'm sorry too. This was a mistake, a stupid mistake that-".
"Hey, enough of that" Chat interrupts Emma as she grabs her hand and pulls her down the stairs in the direction of their class "They obviously had it coming, and we are all okay, right?"
"…right" Emma nods as she walks forward, still feeling bad about everything that has been happening, but unable to do much else than just remain frustratingly still while Peter deals with whatever is happening.
"Sophie, Emma!" Both girls hear Mr. Harrington calling out in extreme relief as he approaches them in a hurry amidst the crowd. He reaches them and places one hand on each girl's shoulders while saying "Thank god you are here! Are-are you okay!? Any injuries!? Anything you need!?"
"W-we are all right Mr. Harrington" Emma reassured with just the slightest blush on her face due to her not being used to being cared for by an adult; which hits her just slightly more because he is a teacher.
Teachers…
There are few professions Emma respects in the world, and teaching might be at the top of her list. Not just because of what they do and represent, but also because of what they mean to her. Because before Emma developed her powers, her teachers were the only people that would be genuinely happy around her.
And she knows it was not because of her, but as she sat in her cold classroom filled with her bullies and girls that disliked her for nothing but pettiness, her teachers always felt like a safe space for her.
Someone she could approach to escape her peers; people that would always seem so welcoming to her and that smiled satisfyingly and excitedly whenever she inquired about whatever subject her teacher taught.
And their excitement to see how smart she is turned into her own pride for knowing herself to be smarter than the other students.
And while Emma never felt comfortable enough to talk to them about her personal feelings or the struggles she faced with her family and her bullies, the young heir was sure that if she were to talk, they would listen.
And that's what teachers meant to her for the vast majority of her life.
Security, trust, education and an honest relationship between a trusted adult and herself that always pushed her to be more open to new information and ideas she would have not been interested in otherwise.
And Emma has been wondering for a very long while… could she possibly be like that for someone in the future? Could she be someone that children look up to for knowledge, experience and even security? Emma loves children because of their pure and innocent nature; minds yet to be tainted by the world. Could she become someone like that for them?
Could she become a teacher?
Is that even an option for someone like her giving the family she belongs to? Who she is? What she is? Perhaps she-
"Oh thank god!" Roger exclaimed as he looked up at the sky while letting out a loud breath in relief, interrupting Emma's thoughts without meaning to. Only to look at Mr. Dell with a deep scowl "Honestly, what were you thinking when giving the students an assignment which includes everyone separating from the group!"
"You gave the assignment!" Mr. Dell defended himself with his hands up in mock surrender while cringing slightly at his lame excuse.
"It was your idea!" Roger stressed out while making way for Emma and Chat to walk past him and stand next to the other classmates.
"Bah! You just want to say 'I told you so'!" Mr. Dell huffed with some annoyance, knowing that Roger was very insistent about some type of disaster happening.
"I did told you so!" Roger cried out as he walked behind Emma and Chat - who stayed very close to him so as to not get separated by the crowd "And you were so stubborn that-!"
"Excuse me" someone interrupted Roger by talking over him with an even voice while grabbing his shoulder; prompting Mr. Roger, Chat and Emma to turn around to see who the unknown voice belongs to.
And both girls immediately freely their bodies tense badly, their hearts thumping hardly after it skipped a beat and her stomachs dropped heavily. So much so that Chat barely controlled her urge to visibly react, while Emma managed to control herself better.
Standing behind Roger and both girls, stood tall the sixth and last one of the men wearing their hate against mutants blatantly on their shirts. Taller and far stronger looking than Roger, the man was clearly the older amongst his group based on the growing wrinkles of his face and around his narrowed eyes - giving him a slight threatening appearance despite his otherwise friendly smile.
"Y-yes?" Roger stumbled on his words as he struggled just a bit due to the large and heavy hand on his shoulder, which was soon taken away once they were face to face.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but are you by any chance Bronx's high school?" The man asks with an even look, not giving away any real emotion while looking at all the students "My niece is also in a field trip, and if it's this one, I'm taking her home with me".
«He's telling the truth» Emma mentally tells Chat after reading the man's mind to ease both their nerves, thankfully finding nothing in there that could make them a target or something similar. Inside his mind, Emma was able to confirm the location to their little group's 'hideout'
Chat lets a very small breath of relief at that, but keeps being on edge nevertheless.
"Uh, nope" Roger denies as he leans backward from the man slightly without revealing the name of their school "We are another school, no nieces here for you to take home".
"…Are you nervous, son?" The man asked after a few seconds of assessing Roger's body language and overall tone "you wouldn't be lying to me, would you?"
"Nope" Roger answers the same way while being forced to take a step back when the man takes one closer "I have no reason to".
"Oh, I see" the man says with a half entertained smirk and narrowed eyes "it's my shirt, isn't it?"
"Your shirt? What about it?" Roger asks with a seemingly bored and tired tone. While Chat and Emma tensed yet again, but discreetly enough for no one to notice them.
"You wouldn't happen to be a mutie? Would you? Or at the very least a mutie lover" the man questions as his smirk begins quivering into a small ugly grimace-like expression "or why else would you be nervous?"
Questions that made Emma and Chat's nerves worse than they were before at the implied threat. But Roger merely narrowed his eyes in an annoyed manner.
"Okay, first of all, I'm not nervous" Roger started talking with a little too much confidence and attitude than what either girl was expecting "second of all, if I'm acting 'off', it's because you're so close to my face that I can smell your cheap coffee and cigar breakfast. And third… it's very stupid to just outright ask someone if they are a mutant while wearing that shirt. Either way, and not like it's any of your business or anything, but no, I'm not".
The man assessed Roger for a few seconds without really looking at the nervous looking people around him. He has dealt with many muties and their 'lovers' to know that this meek looking man would've cowered even a little bit at the questions, so he can say he is most probably not one.
There is still a question he has left due to the tense atmosphere he has been feeling since he approached the teacher "Then why are you so nervous?"
"If I am, it's because your friends are literally being arrested right now for almost killing each other" Roger explained as he pointed to the street, where one of the many patrols that came to help is putting both men in cuffs "So sorry if I'm not entirely comfortable with kids around you or your friends".
"God fucking dammit" the man mutters as he just now notices the cops. He had to give it to this ballsy teacher, he makes a good point, so he turns around again and points him threateningly with a finger "If you're lying about my niece being here, I'll make you pay dearly".
And with that, the frustrated mutant hater leaves while shouting something to the cops and his friends, making Emma and Chat breathe out in relief.
"…Fucking weirdo" Roger mumbles with distaste and a disapproving shake of his head once the man is far away from ear shot, only to turn around and see his students and coworker looking at him, which made him slightly pale "Oh sh-! S-sorry about my language girls! I-I didn't mean to say that out loud!"
"I-it's okay, we didn't hear anything" Chat tried to reassure her teacher with a small smile, feeling grateful for him to say that to that man. Much like Emma feels.
"Very fancy" Julius mutters disapprovingly with a shake of his head and his arms crossed, pissing Roger off "You really should keep your words in check, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah, thanks for reminding me. Oh, and thanks for having my back by the way" Roger huffs with exasperation as he starts walking forward while motioning with his hands for Emma and Chat to keep moving to the rest of the group.
"Hey, I was ready to give him the ol' one-two if anything happened" Julius claimed while raising his hands in a failed boxing stance, ending looking like Donald Duck more than anything.
Roger simply huffed and kept on walking towards the ever increasing crowd of people that was forming to see the shaking of the whole building. Never in the interaction between the girls, the teacher and the man, did the 'tremors' stopped.
They are simply somewhat used to it. You have to be if you want to survive this New York after all.
Just when Julius stepped ahead to ask the remaining students from bothering Ms. Bailey - the tour guide who was with him when the alarms went off - Chat stopped walking abruptly in front of Mr. Roger, prompting him and Emma to stop as well with curiousity growing in their faces.
"Hey, Mr. Harrington, are…" Chat started talking before Roger could ask what's wrong with hesitation and vulnerability in her voice without raising her head to meet his eyes "…are mutants evil?"
The question really surprised Roger, but not as much as it surprised Emma, who looks at her nervous friend with wide unbelieving eyes and her agape mouth quivering ever so slightly with hurt.
Because why would Chat even ask that? Why does she look away from everyone like that? Is she doubting herself? Why? Is it because of the men? … or is it because of what Emma did to them? That last thought made Emma's heart sink slightly.
*…sigh* Roger sighed with tiredness as he looked up in the sky in contemplation, interrupting Emma's thoughts and making Chat look at him while he carefully prepared his words.
"Sophie, mutants are not bad people, they are simply different. Bad people are bad people" Mr. Harrington started saying with a very serious, clear and sincere tone while putting one hand on both Emma and Chat's shoulders in a reassuring manner "And bad people can come in any shape or form, but so do good people. Claiming that all mutants are 'bad' is just plain wrong, and stupid, and history has shown that putting a label like that on someone just because they are different will lead both sides to disastrous outcomes".
Roger bent his knees ever so slightly to be eye level with both girls, with Chat looking at him almost pleadingly and Emma looking slightly away from him towards the ground with an almost quivering scowl; both doing their expressions without really meaning to.
But he kept on talking with the same even and almost reassuring tone "And men like that one back there are… most likely, broken people with hate so deep rooted into them that they need some type of target to justify their hate. It has been like that all throughout history, and it has always been wrong.
Hate always is… so that means we can't… we can't repeat the awful and messed up wrong doings from the past. Hate is always the same monster under a different mask - a monster that has poisoned the minds of humanity all over history. And unfortunately, mutants are now its target when they shouldn't be. No one should.
'Those who don't know their history are doomed to repeat it'. Remember that girls" Roger talked, unaware of the different effect his words are having on both girls.
Chat is clinging to his words dearly, because she - just like Emma - begins doubting herself whenever she hears or sees hate against her race. If the vast majority of humanity hates her kind, then it must surely be because of something, right?
Billions of people all around the world can't be all so deadly wrong, can they?
There must be a justification for so much hate and fear towards her that she must not understand entirely, otherwise it would simply make it just so stupidly unfair and cruel to live in fear and secrecy as she and Emma do.
And if her teacher says that it's simply because of the stupid hate of some broken men, the ones that are wrong, and not her fault or that she is destined to become evil, then of course Chat will cling onto that idea.
But Emma took it somewhat differently.
While yes, she also kind of understood Mr. Harrington's point, she also heard how one can't allow themselves to feel hate in their hearts. Throughout history, it has not only been the oppressors whose feelings have poisoned history, but also the hate of the oppressed who repeat patterns when they have their chance, or who will be forever resented and won't be able to look past the wrongings.
And Emma feels like the hate she feels will never be quenched or even diminished. It's already too far and deeply rooted into her heart and soul for that type of thing to happen to her.
And yet, despite that honestly sad realization, Emma allows herself to show a small and shy smile for Mr. Harrington to see. Because she does not hate all the humans, but just those who hate her first - and because she is right once again.
Teachers are good people.
"So please, don't listen to whatever these men spread around. Don't allow yourselves to be manipulated or played by their hate speeches and always judge a person on their actions and what's in their hearts - not by what they look like or their blood says they are" Mr. Harrington requested softly but firmly, making both girls' eyes open wide just for a bit "you - we - all need to be better than that".
His last words made it seem like Chat was starting to believe in those anti-mutant things, which made the girl sputter "O-of course not! T-that's not what I-! I-I didn't mean it like that!"
But Roger merely smiled gently and almost entertained at that and at how Emma nodded almost furiously at Chat's response as if in defense of her.
"It's all right, I know you didn't mean it like that" Roger said as he stood up and stopped grabbing their shoulders with one last reassuring light-squeeze of their shoulders "you are good girls after all".
That last thing made Emma's smile falter in an imperceptible moment, because she knows she is in fact not a 'good girl'. Perhaps she will never be one… not with the hate she carries so internally rooted in her heart and soul.
But… It's still really nice to hear that her teacher thinks so. A teacher as nice as Mr. Harrington nonetheless.
"Sally!" Everyone in this small group of three turned around to see Randy, next to Kong - who is his partner, yelling for Sally, who is standing on top of the stairs with a guard next to her.
Everyone got worried when looking at her, easily noticing how she was drenched in something that looks awfully like snow with a worried grimace on her face - and perhaps most importantly for everyone who doesn't know the secret - the obvious absence of her partner, who is no one but Peter Parker.
"R-Randy!" Sally yelled as she zeroed her attention on her boyfriend without really caring for the rest of her friends or Mr. Dell also yelled for her.
The cheerleader ran down the stairs faster than what Randy was able to thanks to the crowd, but they quickly found each other when they reached each other at the border of the stairs. Sally threw herself into Randy's strong arms, who caught her with a tight and safe embrace without caring for the snow covering her.
It was a lovely scene between two teens in love.
So sweet in fact, that only ones that acknowledged Mary Jane's, Gwen's, Betty's and Jason's presence were their teachers, as everyone else was too busy or too respectful to interrupt the sweet looking hug.
Sight that made Emma's heart clench with some degree of jealousy for not being able to do the same with her own boyfriend.
"S-Sally, what happened!? Why are you covered in snow!?" Randy questioned once his hug ended and he started looking all over her body with a frantic voice and tone; very uncharacteristic of his usual cool demeanor.
"I-I was talking with Peter when this weird r-rock in front of us suddenly exploded with ice and a blue giant came out of it!" Sally exclaimed in between ragged breaths and a grieving look on her reddened face that no one particularly liked.
"What!? Then where is he!?" Gwen asked from halfway across the stairs, where she and the rest of her group are with the same level of worry on their faces - only one-uped by Mary Jane's expression of extreme concern.
"H-hs helped me! But he was-!" Sally started saying to everyone who now surrounded her while Randy placed his jacket on her shoulders; locking eyes with a worried and sad looking Emma.
Only to be interrupted by an incredibly loud-
*THWOOOOOOMMM*
Absolutely everyone in the block flinched at the roaring and deafening sound, seemingly coming from everywhere. It was as overwhelming as it was terrifying.
And everyone looked up to the sky instinctively when immediately comparing that sound with the one caused by thunder. And sure enough, the sky behind the museum was soon turning dark - unnaturally and menacingly so.
They were all witness to the way mean and powerful looking dark clouds that crackled internally with barely contained lightning approached their current location with a terrifying speed from deep into the horizon, darkening the skies with no apparent care.
Peter's friends wanted to keep on asking Sally as to where the browned eyed boy is, while the teachers wanted to say something - anything - remotely reassuring.
But everyone was silenced by the sky that roared with anger and the crackle of the lighting now illuminating the darkened city. They were all witnessed as the sky itself spoke with strength, and more than that, everyone could see something moving that storm from within.
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Moments earlier with Peter
"PETE-" Peter heard as Sally shouted out his name with fear as the air pushed her into the hallway while he allowed himself to be dragged further into the room.
"Sorry, Sally…" Peter mumbled as he twisted his body with ease, looking around the room to see if there were any more people around him. When he saw that everyone had managed to escape, he then looked at the ceiling and noticed that every camera had been broken with so many gusts of wind.
It has become a habit for him to look for every single camera in a room when entering into it - no matter the time or place. One never knows when he'll need to change into his costume after all.
"…But duty calls" Peter finished his sentence as he removed his clothes with the same ease and expertise he showed when twisting his body around mid air in a way a professional could only dream of. Checking for cameras is not the only habit he picked on after all.
"Boring conversation anyways" Peter mumbles while throwing his clothes and backpack to a corner of the ceiling, Peter shot a strand of webbing to them while putting his mask on; successfully suiting up completely while keeping his things relatively safe in mere seconds.
Thank god for his powers, which not only allow him to walk in the walls as usual despite how slippery they must now be, but it also helps him keep snow from sticking to him by reversing the polarity of his 'stickyness' to keep the snow from staying on him.
He needs to be kept as warm as possible, given both the foe and how he can't really handle low temperatures very well.
Once everything was secured in the ceiling, Peter allowed himself to drop to the ground. The only thing he kept in his hands was his trusty camera.
"Okay, ugly, now what the heck are you?" Spider-Man kept talking to himself as the giant picked up his club and looked around him to try and find someone, not really knowing that the only one in the room other than itself is Spider-Man, who is right behind him while preparing his camera for some automatic pictures.
Thank goodness these people were conscious enough to leave the room at the first chance they got. Really makes his job easier.
*Snap!* sounded the camera by accident, prompting the giant to turn around quickly and see a red and blue man standing still; looking like a deer in front of headlights.
"… I swear I wasn't taking a picture of your tushy" Spider-Man quips as the giant raises his club with both hands; reminding Peter very much of a golf player, which kinda amused him "I'm not that kind of guy!"
Spider-Man jumped out of the way moments before the giant swung, planning for him to follow him and spare his camera. And sure enough, the giant attempted to hit the bug, but he only managed to hit the top part of the entrance to the hallway from which Sally currently is, causing debris to fall on the doorway.
"Hellooo? Can you even speak?" Spider-Man questioned as he webbed both the giant's eyes, only causing this one to groan and flail his weapon around clumsily "guess not…".
*TSH* sounded from yet another part of the room as the monster let go of his weapon to tear the material from its eyes, to which Spider-Man used the opportunity to swing himself to the monster's right knee from the side, and deliver a powerful double kick to try ground him; forcing it to kneel, while simultaneously webbing his legs together so to prevent him regaining balance quickly.
'This is easier than fighting Sandman!' Spider-Man thought with glee, comparing the times where he has fought the walking beach turned giant. At least this guy had an actual body Peter could hit.
And more than that, Peter was very stressed about how this day was going. A bit of exercise with a stress relief punching bag was perhaps just the thing he needed.
*RARG-!* which is why Peter was also very gleeful to know that this monster could take a punch, and he was able to do things like launch himself underneath his chin and forcefully stop it from roaring with a strong uppercut that forced it to its back.
The monster wasn't KO'd as Peter hoped though, because as soon as its back touched the floor, the monster turned around and kneeled up while Peter had to make distance between them.
The monster was sufficiently dangerous for Peter's spider-sense to warn even of being accidentally hit.
*TSSH* The entire building shook once more as the monster banged both fists against the ground in sheer frustration and rage, to then grab his club and swing it at Spider-Man to try and get him.
"Do you seriously have to do that!? There's too many valuable things in here that I'll be taking the blame for!" Spider-Man complained with a quippy tone as he weaved out of the way, but feeling genuine annoyance at all the things on this brand new exhibit that are now destroyed, together with the walls and floor that are continuously being damaged.
"Why don't we play 'catch the spider' while I figure out how to put you to sleep? Wouldn't you like that big guy? For me to return you to your… rock?" Spider-Man kept on talking and talking while the giant's attacks became frenzier by the second at the impossibility of not hitting the bug.
He was too fast, too nimble, too small and now too experienced for the almost brainless giant to form a proper strategy against such a foe. The giant's only advantage is his superior strength, but what does that help if he can't do anything with it? As the minutes tick by, the giant's frustration only grows.
*KRCK* "OOF, did that hurt!?" Spider-Man asked after he delivered a strong punch to the giant's icy left cheek, which cracked under the strength it came with. During their fight, Peter has been increasing his output to try and win - he did not expect his ice form to literally crack like that though, which was kinda freaky "I mean, that had to hurt, right!? Can you even feel pain?"
*ROARGH* The giant roared in protest as he attempted to grab the bug swinging around him while talking incessantly with it's free hand, but the bug moved away quite easily to one on its head.
"Man, you are slow" Spider-Man snickered playfully while tapping his foot "bit of a brain freeze you got going in here, buddy?"
The giant dropped his club to try and catch the annoying little bug on his head with both his hands, but it slipped through its fingers. Enraged by that, the monster extended his arms wide and closed them as fast and hardly as he could.
"You gotta be faster than that, buddy! Don't you know…?!" Spider-Man was mocking it while twisting his body away from its grasp, feeling giddy at how honestly fun this was. He however stopped when his spider sense spiked and he looked down to see the giant making its own thunder clap "oh damn-".
*CLAAAP!* The thunderous clap resounded all around the room; shooting with it yet another torrent of ice cold wind that had a faint amount of snow in it, sending the costumed hero flying without control to a wall.
*TSH-TSH-TSH* He went through, not one, but three whole walls with his body - without getting the chance of regaining control of it or to cushion it in any way possible. It was too late for Peter to do anything.
*OOMF* Spider-Man let out involuntary as he felt all the air in his lungs leave his body as he impacted the walls. His cold body only intensified the pain he felt all throughout his body.
"Okay, okay, that was my fault for clowning around so much…" Peter mutters as he pulls himself out of the concrete hole he made on the fourth wall - a few feet over the floor. It is quite uncomfortable after all "But now I'm angry. Yep, yep, I'm angry and-" *Ack!*
As he fell into the floor with his famous pose, Peter felt a spike of pain coming from his left leg in particular. Causing his irritation to only grow further and sigh.
"Great, just what I freaking needed - just what I needed today, a freaking limp. Because why not? Why shouldn't I be limping for the rest of the day? Why can't I-?" Spider-Man repeated his complaints with a scar casting tone as he dusted off the snow covering his body. There he was, trying to have some fun as Spider-Man because of how his day was going, and here are the consequences of it.
*ROARGH* and to add even more frustrations his little rant was interrupted by the monster letting out a small victory and mocking - at least to Peter's ears - roar.
*Ugh* Spider-Man dropped his head in tiredness for a few moments, before lifting his head with one hand near his mouth to yell "I'm coming! Give me a second at least!"
"This guy imitates Hulk and then doesn't give me a second to breathe…? So unprofessional" Spidey fixed his shoulder a bit and dusted whatever snow he could find on himself once more, before sprinting back into the grand room via the holes he himself had made - to be immediately met with the giant already swinging his club into the hole Spidey is coming out from; looking very much like a baseball batter would.
Despite the situation and how he is feeling, Peter felt amused yet again.
"Haven't you heard!? Spidey-Ball isn't in season!" He quipped as he jumped over the club, avoiding touching it with his back very narrowly as he webbed two very large pieces of debris with his webs, launching them upwards into the air with a whipping-like motion "You'll have to wait till never!"
*KRSH* The rocks 'exploded' on the giant's head, where Spider-Man quickly followed by swinging around its head with one hand, and encasing his whole head with the other. It's a huge waste of web-fluid, but it'll be worth it if he knocks it out as quickly as possible.
The giant didn't let go of his club this time, and started swinging wildly to nowhere in particular while blinded, making the whole building shake while Peter took his chances to strike very carefully.
At one point, the giant ran straight into a wall, which caused Spider-Man to snort loudly and annoyingly with a laugh, which spiked the giant's rage to another degree. Doing the same attack from before, the giant stomped his club on the ground for another current of wind so that he could have a moment to breathe.
With that chance, the giant blew frozen air from his mouth and ripped the now frozen web with his hand, lifting the club to prepare another strike the moment it saw the little bugger. But he saw nothing; he started looking around with confusion all around itself, but it didn't matter where it looked, it had vanished.
"Looking for me!?" Or so it seemed, because Spider-Man called out right from behind him - given that he was hiding in the leader of his shoulder strap on his back. Spider-Man jumped the moment the giant turned around frantically with its club raised up high, and Spidey slinged-shoted himself with his webs straight into one of the monster's eyes.
*RARGH* The monster roared in pain as the small hero impacted straight into his right eye, cracking his face even further. Stepping into another exhibit, the giant lost its balance and ended up falling to the floor in a sitting position, with the club impacting roughly on its head.
His icy blue eyes seemed to darken as its body stopped moving. With its back against the wall, the monster was defeated.
Peter landed on his famous crouch in front of it, assessing the situation with his spider-sense to see if the monster was truly defeated. There was still a hum of danger all around him, but it was too light for him to believe the monster to be a further threat, and too much for it to be dead.
"… Golly, it's cold!" Peter exclaimed as he hugged himself from his crouched position, surrounded by the snow the giant made, relaxing his whole body as the fight ends "I get the aesthetic, but come on! It's supposed to be a bright and sunny spring day!"
Peter allowed himself to shiver as he looked around the destroyed room, not knowing what the hell to do with all this invaluable stuff now trashed all around him or how to properly handle the giant without waking it up.
*Huh?* Peter let out mutter in slight confusion as his spider-sense began humming louder, so he tried to take a step away, but was unable to. Looking at his feet, Peter was just able to notice that his feet had been trapped in a layer of very thick looking ice.
Peter made the mistake of not activating his reverse polarity in order to keep the cold away. Had he done so, he would've slipped out of the ice immediately; but it's just such an occasional thing for him to use that he forgot about it when he thought the battle was over.
The monster's eyes shone brightly once again, announcing its awakened state once again, to quickly grab its club and swing it as hard as it could to the tapped hero.
"S-shit!" Spider-Man sputtered as he attempted to jump highly, but was unable to reach the height he wanted to do the ice that held him back. The giant club was more than big enough to strike at his from below his waist; sending him flying to the other side of the room with a painful *AARGH!*
"S-SHIT!" *OOMF* Peter yelled as he held onto his already injured left in pain while he was flying around the room, only to groan at the impact he made into the wall in a very clumsily looking manner.
*ROARGH!* the monster yelled once again as he stomped it's weapon on the floor to create another current of wind to stop the hero from standing up; while it did exactly that.
"You're really pissing me off, man, so much so that I might punch you for real!" Spider-Man threatened as he tried to stand up despite his injury; feeling genuinely angry at it all while shaking his fist like an old man would.
*THWOOOOOOMMM* Suddenly, the entire building shook with a roaring sound that sounded awfully familiar to that of a thunderstorm, but one a million times stronger than whatever Peter has ever experienced before - *KRSH* and the ceiling all but shattered into a hole to allow the perpetrator to get in.
Both he and the giant stop doing whatever they were about to do to look up, and see the one that just interrupted their fight.
And for a few seconds, Spider-Man was unable to see a thing due to the impossibly blinding light that is born out of lightning; making a big silhouette of 'him'. And before Peter could see him properly, he 'felt' him.
Peter's Spider-Sense hummed with something. Not danger as it usually does, and not resonance as it did with Madame Web. No, this time it hummed with something akin to recognition and even humbleness.
Peter is strong - Spider-Man is powerful. And he has been facing strong and powerful foes for a long time now; enough for him to be able to recognize when someone is stronger or more powerful than he is without needing to exchange blows.
This is different.
The man that is slowly descending into the room with his red cape fluttering with air he himself commanded; suspended on nothing but that very same angry wind. He is not powerful or strong.
Those words do not make justice for what Peter can feel.
This is not strength, or power, or potency, of any word that does not compare to the sheer and raw energy that causes the air to crackle under his mere presence.
This is beyond that - he is.
He is might.
"Thou shall not threaten the lives of these misgardians any longer, foul being!" Peter finally recognized the man as Thor, The God of Thunder. A real life mythical man that roamed around the world with The Avengers, of which he is a founding member.
His voice boomed around the open space of the grand room, and despite his collected anger not being directed at Peter, the boy still felt taken aback by him.
"Thou shall feel-!" Thor kept on talking as he raised his famous hammer above his head, but paused on his words when he assessed the state of the giant. The cracks on its face, the webbing still painting his body, and the clear sights of a fight - rather than the showings of a monster rampaging against its weak prey.
Peter felt his heart skip several beats as Thor's eyes zeroed on him without a moment's notice. And his stomach dropped when Thor suddenly landed right in front of him within the blink of an eye - now seemingly uncaring for the giant.
"Is it correct to assume that 'twas thee the one that has been attempting to slay the being?" Thor questions as he looks at Spider-Man up and down with a curious look on his eyes and his free hand on his chin "Minself must admit, thou do not possess the looks of the warriors I have been presented to… at least, mineself believes so…".
"…Huh?" Spider-Man questions dumbly, understanding the words fine enough, but not really expecting them.
*Chuckle* "My apologies" Thor began saying as an amused smile painted his face while he shook his head with his eyes closed as if in self-reproach - not being able to see how the smaller person's body went rigid at the words "I have been told many times by the rest of the team that I should talk in a more 'modern' manner.
Especially since I am talking with one as young thou appear to be. A small habit that I have not been able to shake off despite my many years protecting Midgard up close and personal" Thor spoke fondly, recalling how his dear teammates often teased him of how he spoke, causing many times the confusion of young kids that are not used to the hear 'archaic English' that he speaks naturally.
Teasing that comes mainly from Anthony and Janet, who do not shy away from friendly teasing bantering that really makes him feel welcomed in Midgard.
And Peter looked at the way he apologized - which he hated and immediately dropped his level of awe - and he gently scolded himself inwardly, because the first thought he got about meeting such a heroic god was '… he makes mistakes…'.
Peter thinks the world of The Avengers, just like the rest of the country - and beyond - do. But they have made their fair share of poor choices and mistakes that have led them into who they are today.
The origin of Stark's fortune and his eventual accident, how Dr. Pym's first wife had lost her life and his drive to be a hero, Dr. Banner's… whole life, and whatever story the two former agents had to have for it to lead them to where they are now.
Even Captain America had made some disastrous mistakes and choices in his life, some like leading his partner, Bucky, to death, and himself to be trapped in ice for decades.
But Thor was different. He is supposed to be 'better' than those mortals he protects. He is a god after all! One doing the right thing because it's his nature to be that way… his fate…
And someone like that, with his origins and might… makes such silly and little mistakes…
"I-it's fine, I uh, I understand you just well" Spider-Man muttered after just one second where he scolded himself for such thoughts; in which he began to 'geek out' "And-and I have to say, sir, I really had no idea that I would be meeting you today! That's like, so awesome! I-It really is my pleasure to-!".
*ROOARRG* the giant roared after a few moments of it staring dumbly at the conversation while he was forgotten - which angered him. So he lifted his club highly and threateningly to make a very clear attack.
Thor turned to look at the monster with an annoyed scowl on his face while Spider-Man prepared to move from the way, with the former thinking of how rude the creature is to interrupt in such a way.
But when thinking of rudeness, Thor groaned with some level of shame as he looked back at the smaller warrior "I apologize for my rudeness, I have been talking about me after I questioned thou and I haven't even introduced mineself".
"Uh-" Spider-Man wanted to interrupt Thor and warn him of the approaching attack, but without looking at the club that is now moving towards them, Thor threw his hammer in the giant's way with potency - still annoyed for the interruption and the fact that it is attacking one of Midgard's so priced buildings.
*KRSH - KRSH* The hammer moved faster than what Peter could register, destroying instantly both the club and the monster's head in a single move.
One millisecond, both the weapon and the monster's head were there as Spidey had left them, and then the next, a small rain of icy droplets fell on both heroes while the lifeless body fell limply on his back onto the floor - shaking the entire building one last time.
"I am Thor Odinson, first born of the All-Father, prince of Asgard and rightful heir to the Throne" Thor smiled brightly as he talked with a serious and practiced regal tone of years and years of introducing the titles he is so proud of. Spider-Man was slightly hunched over due to the icy droplets, and he flinched even further when Mjolnir returned to Thor's hand - which amused this one.
"Founding member of the Avengers" Thor kept his tone, but gained a slight hint of humor as he made the sky crackle with his powers - showing off just a little for this boy "The God of Thunder".
Spider-Man was forced to look up into the man's blue eyes. His frame wider than he could ever wish for, his clothes as iconic as they were imposing - even with the little winged helmet - and the proud and confident smirk playing on his lips.
"Let us speak without interruptions this time" Thor declared before the boy could say anything else. It's not usual for Thor to initiate conversations like this, but the boy - with his clothes and the fact that he had managed to damage the creature - had picked his interest.