"New" Vigilante, who dis?

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She loved it as much as she loved high places, loved swinging through it and feeling it throw her hair around and then back in her face. She loved watching it carry leaves somewhere far away and trying to run as fast as it blew.

The wind felt wrong today. She didn't know why, it just felt like- Like she was standing in a graveyard and was supposed to be holding her breath. It felt like it should be stiller. She didn't know why.

"Peter?"

She made her footsteps loud as she approached on purpose- It hadn't taken long for her to learn the look of someone that you didn't want to startle. She lightly poked his shoulder with a frown, brushing some hair out of his face with her other hand.

"Ya, uh-huh. Totally."

She scowled a little.

"P, wha's goin' on? Y're shakin'-"

"Nothin- y-you don't need to worry. Just...something happened today, like, a year ago, and I just haven't gotten over it. I'll be okay in a bit." He smiled weakly, knowing that in no way he was going to be okay.

"P...? What'm I about t'see?"

Peter appeared on screen, swinging from Thor's hammer, fighting on Titan with Thanos in the background. They were winning.

Then came the snap. Thousands of both heroes and aliens turning into dust. Peter stumbled towards Iron Man, who caught him as the mask retreated to show a terrified Tony Stark. "Mr. Stark? I don't...feel so good." Peter started dusting away like the others, but slower. His body knit back together too fast to make it painless, but too slow to save him. Peter whispered an "I'm sorry." Before scattering into the wind, and leaving Tony grasping at nothing where the kid- HIS kid had been.

"Oh. Frick."

"Yeah. Frick." He mumbled. "Didn't wanna worry y' guys. Sorry."

She didn't take her face out of his shoulder, so the words came out muffled.

He shook his head. That didn't matter right now.

He was safe here. With J.

She finally raised her head and looked at him, midnight eyes just a fraction wider than usual.

Peter offered her a web shooter. "Wanna try to get the canvases from there?" It was an easy target, and Jade had asked about the web shooters before. He wasn't good explaining, he was better at showing.

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She cleared her throat, "or maybe, they came back. What happened? How does everybody die and then come back, and more importantly, how come I didn't ever notice?"

“That's weird. I mean, what's the science behind that? Did you clog the afterlife for five years and they spat you out? Am I being too nosy? I'm sorry, I'm not actually used to having friends…” She laughed sort of awkwardly and waggled her fingers, Depressed Jazz Hands style.

“I mean I did crawl through the window of a manor that neither of us actually live at.”She turned sharply towards Peter. “He didn't adopt you yet, did he?” (She talked a lot.)

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She loved it as much as she loved high places, loved swinging through it and feeling it throw her hair around and then back in her face. She loved watching it carry leaves somewhere far away and trying to run as fast as it blew.

The wind felt wrong today. She didn't know why, it just felt like- Like she was standing in a graveyard and was supposed to be holding her breath. It felt like it should be stiller. She didn't know why.

"Peter?"

She made her footsteps loud as she approached on purpose- It hadn't taken long for her to learn the look of someone that you didn't want to startle. She lightly poked his shoulder with a frown, brushing some hair out of his face with her other hand.

"Ya, uh-huh. Totally."

She scowled a little.

"P, wha's goin' on? Y're shakin'-"

"Nothin- y-you don't need to worry. Just...something happened today, like, a year ago, and I just haven't gotten over it. I'll be okay in a bit." He smiled weakly, knowing that in no way he was going to be okay.

"P...? What'm I about t'see?"

Peter appeared on screen, swinging from Thor's hammer, fighting on Titan with Thanos in the background. They were winning.

Then came the snap. Thousands of both heroes and aliens turning into dust. Peter stumbled towards Iron Man, who caught him as the mask retreated to show a terrified Tony Stark. "Mr. Stark? I don't...feel so good." Peter started dusting away like the others, but slower. His body knit back together too fast to make it painless, but too slow to save him. Peter whispered an "I'm sorry." Before scattering into the wind, and leaving Tony grasping at nothing where the kid- HIS kid had been.

"Oh. Frick."

"Yeah. Frick." He mumbled. "Didn't wanna worry y' guys. Sorry."

She didn't take her face out of his shoulder, so the words came out muffled.

He shook his head. That didn't matter right now.

He was safe here. With J.

She finally raised her head and looked at him, midnight eyes just a fraction wider than usual.

Peter offered her a web shooter. "Wanna try to get the canvases from there?" It was an easy target, and Jade had asked about the web shooters before. He wasn't good explaining, he was better at showing.

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She loved it as much as she loved high places, loved swinging through it and feeling it throw her hair around and then back in her face. She loved watching it carry leaves somewhere far away and trying to run as fast as it blew.

The wind felt wrong today. She didn't know why, it just felt like- Like she was standing in a graveyard and was supposed to be holding her breath. It felt like it should be stiller. She didn't know why.

"Peter?"

She made her footsteps loud as she approached on purpose- It hadn't taken long for her to learn the look of someone that you didn't want to startle. She lightly poked his shoulder with a frown, brushing some hair out of his face with her other hand.

"Ya, uh-huh. Totally."

She scowled a little.

"P, wha's goin' on? Y're shakin'-"

"Nothin- y-you don't need to worry. Just...something happened today, like, a year ago, and I just haven't gotten over it. I'll be okay in a bit." He smiled weakly, knowing that in no way he was going to be okay.

"P...? What'm I about t'see?"

Peter appeared on screen, swinging from Thor's hammer, fighting on Titan with Thanos in the background. They were winning.

Then came the snap. Thousands of both heroes and aliens turning into dust. Peter stumbled towards Iron Man, who caught him as the mask retreated to show a terrified Tony Stark. "Mr. Stark? I don't...feel so good." Peter started dusting away like the others, but slower. His body knit back together too fast to make it painless, but too slow to save him. Peter whispered an "I'm sorry." Before scattering into the wind, and leaving Tony grasping at nothing where the kid- HIS kid had been.

"Oh. Frick."

"Yeah. Frick." He mumbled. "Didn't wanna worry y' guys. Sorry."

She didn't take her face out of his shoulder, so the words came out muffled.

He shook his head. That didn't matter right now.

He was safe here. With J.

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She loved it as much as she loved high places, loved swinging through it and feeling it throw her hair around and then back in her face. She loved watching it carry leaves somewhere far away and trying to run as fast as it blew.

The wind felt wrong today. She didn't know why, it just felt like- Like she was standing in a graveyard and was supposed to be holding her breath. It felt like it should be stiller. She didn't know why.

"Peter?"

She made her footsteps loud as she approached on purpose- It hadn't taken long for her to learn the look of someone that you didn't want to startle. She lightly poked his shoulder with a frown, brushing some hair out of his face with her other hand.

"Ya, uh-huh. Totally."

She scowled a little.

"P, wha's goin' on? Y're shakin'-"

"Nothin- y-you don't need to worry. Just...something happened today, like, a year ago, and I just haven't gotten over it. I'll be okay in a bit." He smiled weakly, knowing that in no way he was going to be okay.

"P...? What'm I about t'see?"

Peter appeared on screen, swinging from Thor's hammer, fighting on Titan with Thanos in the background. They were winning.

Then came the snap. Thousands of both heroes and aliens turning into dust. Peter stumbled towards Iron Man, who caught him as the mask retreated to show a terrified Tony Stark. "Mr. Stark? I don't...feel so good." Peter started dusting away like the others, but slower. His body knit back together too fast to make it painless, but too slow to save him. Peter whispered an "I'm sorry." Before scattering into the wind, and leaving Tony grasping at nothing where the kid- HIS kid had been.

"Oh. Frick."

"Yeah. Frick." He mumbled. "Didn't wanna worry y' guys. Sorry."

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She loved it as much as she loved high places, loved swinging through it and feeling it throw her hair around and then back in her face. She loved watching it carry leaves somewhere far away and trying to run as fast as it blew.

The wind felt wrong today. She didn't know why, it just felt like- Like she was standing in a graveyard and was supposed to be holding her breath. It felt like it should be stiller. She didn't know why.

"Peter?"

She made her footsteps loud as she approached on purpose- It hadn't taken long for her to learn the look of someone that you didn't want to startle. She lightly poked his shoulder with a frown, brushing some hair out of his face with her other hand.

"Ya, uh-huh. Totally."

She scowled a little.

"P, wha's goin' on? Y're shakin'-"

"Nothin- y-you don't need to worry. Just...something happened today, like, a year ago, and I just haven't gotten over it. I'll be okay in a bit." He smiled weakly, knowing that in no way he was going to be okay.

"P...? What'm I about t'see?"

Peter appeared on screen, swinging from Thor's hammer, fighting on Titan with Thanos in the background. They were winning.

Then came the snap. Thousands of both heroes and aliens turning into dust. Peter stumbled towards Iron Man, who caught him as the mask retreated to show a terrified Tony Stark. "Mr. Stark? I don't...feel so good." Peter started dusting away like the others, but slower. His body knit back together too fast to make it painless, but too slow to save him. Peter whispered an "I'm sorry." Before scattering into the wind, and leaving Tony grasping at nothing where the kid- HIS kid had been.

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She cleared her throat, "or maybe, they came back. What happened? How does everybody die and then come back, and more importantly, how come I didn't ever notice?"

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She loved it as much as she loved high places, loved swinging through it and feeling it throw her hair around and then back in her face. She loved watching it carry leaves somewhere far away and trying to run as fast as it blew.

The wind felt wrong today. She didn't know why, it just felt like- Like she was standing in a graveyard and was supposed to be holding her breath. It felt like it should be stiller. She didn't know why.

"Peter?"

She made her footsteps loud as she approached on purpose- It hadn't taken long for her to learn the look of someone that you didn't want to startle. She lightly poked his shoulder with a frown, brushing some hair out of his face with her other hand.

"Ya, uh-huh. Totally."

She scowled a little.

"P, wha's goin' on? Y're shakin'-"

"Nothin- y-you don't need to worry. Just...something happened today, like, a year ago, and I just haven't gotten over it. I'll be okay in a bit." He smiled weakly, knowing that in no way he was going to be okay.

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She loved it as much as she loved high places, loved swinging through it and feeling it throw her hair around and then back in her face. She loved watching it carry leaves somewhere far away and trying to run as fast as it blew.

The wind felt wrong today. She didn't know why, it just felt like- Like she was standing in a graveyard and was supposed to be holding her breath. It felt like it should be stiller. She didn't know why.

"Peter?"

She made her footsteps loud as she approached on purpose- It hadn't taken long for her to learn the look of someone that you didn't want to startle. She lightly poked his shoulder with a frown, brushing some hair out of his face with her other hand.

"Ya, uh-huh. Totally."

She scowled a little.

"P, wha's goin' on? Y're shakin'-"

"Nothin- y-you don't need to worry. Just...something happened today, like, a year ago, and I just haven't gotten over it. I'll be okay in a bit." He smiled weakly, knowing that in no way he was going to be okay.

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

Peter's hands shook. "Don't think'', he muttered.

It was another day. Just another day. Not any more important.

It was just the anniversary of his death. You know, the same one for half of the world- except apparently everyone in Gotham.

Damn it, he shouldn't be like this. He sighed, dropping on his bed. He felt out of place. Maybe he should call Mr. Stark...? No, he must be busy with Morgan.

He'd be okay. Probably.

She loved it as much as she loved high places, loved swinging through it and feeling it throw her hair around and then back in her face. She loved watching it carry leaves somewhere far away and trying to run as fast as it blew.

The wind felt wrong today. She didn't know why, it just felt like- Like she was standing in a graveyard and was supposed to be holding her breath. It felt like it should be stiller. She didn't know why.

"Peter?"

She made her footsteps loud as she approached on purpose- It hadn't taken long for her to learn the look of someone that you didn't want to startle. She lightly poked his shoulder with a frown, brushing some hair out of his face with her other hand.

It's supposed to be the Iron Spider, but adjusted to Gotham. It has darker colors to be able to blend in.

AND YES THAT SHIRT

Ooohhhhhhhh that's so cool. I'm picturing him like this from now on. I love the idea that Gotham is just like that, and every hero has to learn to work with the shadows.

Yeyey EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS

YES OFCCC

(Also, Jade will never say, but part of the reason she gave the gloves was cause Pete's hands kept getting hirt from latching onto worn wood or bricks)

It's supposed to be the Iron Spider, but adjusted to Gotham. It has darker colors to be able to blend in.

AND YES THAT SHIRT

Ooohhhhhhhh that's so cool. I'm picturing him like this from now on. I love the idea that Gotham is just like that, and every hero has to learn to work with the shadows.

Yeyey EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS

YES OFCCC

(Also, Jade will never say, but part of the reason she gave the gloves was cause Pete's hands kept getting hirt from latching onto worn wood or bricks)

It's supposed to be the Iron Spider, but adjusted to Gotham. It has darker colors to be able to blend in.

AND YES THAT SHIRT

Ooohhhhhhhh that's so cool. I'm picturing him like this from now on. I love the idea that Gotham is just like that, and every hero has to learn to work with the shadows.

Yeyey EXACTLY MY THOUGHTS

YES OFCCC