#emborn

“The fuck are ya––” There’s a sharp grunt before he reaches out and grabs her arm, effectively hauling her around one of the alley way’s sharp turns. It’s a tight space, and The Fox isn’t too concerned about the fact that she’s stumbled into his chest. Instead, he simply takes a few running steps backwards, watching as the cop lights flicker on the wall of the interesting alleyway they just bolted out of. “Seriously, ya act like ya never been chased by tha cops before !” The Fox says in a whispered yell of frustration. His hand, still at her bicep, hauls on her to follow him before he finally lets go, careful not to let the steel claws of his suit slice her clothing or skin.

He looks towards one of the buildings, a sleepy apartment building. He looks back to her, over her shoulder to wear he can hear the cops doors closing. He motions upwards, as if scaling a brick wall was easy for someone without rubber soled shoes and claws that could dig into it.

   rain is beautiful, sure, but he doesn’t like her as anything more than...whatever the fuck they are. they kiss sometimes, but it’s not as if they’re dating. he relishes in the feeling of a warm body beside him, but it doesn’t matter that it’s her.

   seriously, it doesn’t. oh, who is he kidding? of course it fucking does, which is why this is the first time they’re seeing one another in a week, because he refused to answer her texts, afraid if saw her earlier, he’d do something stupid like confess his feelings.

   “hey,” he greets, eyes downcast to the floor. “sorry i didn’t text you sooner, stuff at home was...well, you know. do you wanna smoke?”

❛ that’s seriously so awesome. ❜ peter’s voice fell to a low tone of bewilderment as he mustered out a laugh of disbelief, ❛ can you fly like the human torch ? is that a dumb question? i feel like that’s a dumb question, but i’m just really confused. ❜

          hands shake. she can barely breathe. the world around her barely even exists.

          this was all supposed to be over. she was supposed to be safe. and hidden.

          she hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone.

          for once, the girl with fire flowing through her veins was truly frozen. whether it was with fear, or regret, or guilt, or any other mix of whatever negative emotion she could think up, she couldn’t move. they had pushed her this far, and she knew that it was exactly what they’d wanted. they’d spent years teaching her to fight and how to kill, how long would it be before she actually did it?

          he has to grab her arm to pull her out of it, for her to realize that miles was there. he has to repeat himself a few times for the words to register, and even then, she doesn’t jump to answer. what was she supposed to say? that he had been wrong about her from the beginning? what kind of human could do what she had just done?

          she’d burned them alive. she hadn’t wanted to do it. they were going to take her back.

          tears build up in her eyes, and she tries to speak. she wants to say something, but words just won’t come. how was she supposed to explain that she had never been human in the first place? this had always been her destiny.

         “they were going to take me back.” she doesn’t specify where, or who, or what was even going on. her body shakes, anxiety mixing with adrenaline that had come from the previous fight.

        “they know where i am.”  //  @girascl  ;  from here.

     miles knows the two can’t stay where they’re at.  that’s just asking for trouble; somebody will find them, && MILES CAN’T PROTECT RAIN IF THAT’S THE CASE.

     so he PICKS HER UP && STARTS CARRYING HER AWAY.  he’s not going to let anybody take this terrified young girl away, not going to let anybody hurt her--he CAN protect her; he’s spider-man after all.  quickly climbing up a wall, miles stops most of the way up it, adjusting his grip on rain.

                      “ YOU’RE GOING TO BE FINE. ”

          “ i won’t let anybody hurt you.  or take you away.  you’re going to be safe, okay?  I PROMISE. ”

     distractedly, miles cards a hand through rain’s hair, taking great care to not stick to her the way he had once stuck to gwen, before he sets rain on an open window, clinging to the wall himself.  “ RAIN.  listen to me.  you are not a monster, or anything bad, okay?  YOU PANICKED.  that doesn’t make you a bad person. ”

            ♙ ❝       listen i’m not here to  HURT YOU   ---   i promise.  i’m not  MEAN   or like my dad or whatever  . .   i just want to help okay   ??    ❞