#sensesdialed

It's just supposed to be a run-of-the-mill villain, a quick catch on a slow night on patrol. At least, until the portal opens up and the villain goes through. She figured her original assessment of the villain's powers, that there was also some sort of teleportation component as well. As she follows them through the portal, however, she starts to catch on that it's not just that. Primarily, she realizes it when another hero shows up. When a Spider-Man shows up.

What the hell?

having someone to sit with at lunch was nice, he knows he has his family, but someone OTHER than them once in a while? and for that person to be peter? oh it warmed the heroes heart.

leaning over to scout out what peter had on his tray, freddy took one of his fries, devouring it almost instantly.

Kamado regains consciousness beneath slabs of concrete. 

Her ears are ringing, head is pounding, and she’s too dizzy to tell which way is up. Even if she could, there’s barely any room to move. She closes her eyes and tries taking deep breaths, but it’s too claustrophobic in here. Everything is too dark in here to tell a difference anyway. 

Kamado reminds herself that she is alive. She tells herself that Peter is alive. And until that is proven otherwise, she’s thankful.  

There’s a shred of grey daylight just ahead of her.

Kamado has no idea how long it’s been since woke up down here. What she does know is the plan that been mulling in her head ever since then. Her dizziness has subsided, for the moment, and now she has an end point. 

With excruciating slowness, Kamado pulls herself forward by her forearms, grimacing as debris digs into her skin. She chokes on ash coating the ground. Everything aches. The back of her mind comments that Madame Kinetic’s costume is probably ruined, too. She’s been planning on making a fancy new one with Peter, but she’s been nervous about the change. Kamado doesn’t think anything else will scare her now.

Kamado is alive. Peter is alive, too- she can feel it. For that, she is grateful. 

There is no sun to greet her when Kamado emerges. 

The sky seems choking on the air as well. Still, it’s better than whatever Kamado was breathing inside that hellhole. Her body is shaking too much to stand, so she rests on the ground for a while. 

Despite the ringing ears and pounding head that plague her, Kamado can feel the eerie quiet. She had personally done a sweep to make sure everyone had evacuated. There would be no search party. Kamado refuses to die, so that means reserving her strength to help her get out of here. 

Kamado forces herself to sit up. She bites back a scream at the biting pain everywhere, but she can’t endure lying down any longer. A part of Kamado tells her to do an assessment, but she’s too tired. That can happen later. 

Then, a distant figure clad in the familiar blue and red swings into view, a beacon amongst the rubble and smoke.

Kamado is alive. 

Peter is alive. 

Harry didn’t even know why he had this habit to always go to people who always seemed lonely. Maybe his mother was like this; he had never asked her. But he had noticed how Peter Parker was always alone at college, and it was something that was bothering him. As much as Harry could be a party boy sometimes, he also didn’t have many meaningful friends, especially that some of them were out of the city for now because of college.