𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 / 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯.
spidcrling:
it was just another day in new york when disaster struck but then again - that’s always how it seemed to happen nowadays. he was on a field trip to a museum when literal aliens came down in search of the reality stones but as far as they knew, that threat was neutralized in wakanda. and for a little bit, it was. sure, the avengers were still remaining vigilant because knowing that there’s something more out there but things were normal. he was on patrol, scooping up kittens from trees (seriously, when will cats ever learn that climbing trees is bad?) and helping the elderly get to the other side of the road in one piece. they had returned back to their norm, the sky wasn’t falling down on them anytime soon.
or at least, that’s what peter had thought.
he had just assisted in the pursuit of an armed robber of a little ma and pa shop when peter got the sense of something strange. the hair on his arms stood up and caught his attention, something wasn’t right. but the bustling streets in times square didn’t seem phased by it, so maybe it was just all in his head? his spider senses had been a bit on the fritz ever since he returned from space, maybe it was just another one of those moments. it was hard to say but he didn’t get too much time to process that train of thought before a strong rumble overtook the streets and the sky was filled with a bright emerald green hue.
quick to react, peter got the pedestrians out of the way of moving vehicles, trying to avoid as much casualty as humanly possible. he ushered people from their cars, doing his best to just try and find some safety for them amongst all of the chaos that unfolded in the matter of seconds. there was screaming, people were rushing around and the once peaceful new york afternoon turned into something else entirely. he caught sight of a tree beginning to fall over and he sprung into action, webbing the tree with a faint thwip until he could get under it and set it out of the way so that something like that wouldn’t happen again.
his eyes landed on the person who could’ve been potentially flattened by this tree, the rumbling still present but not as severe. “are you alright?” he asked the person, taking a few steps closer to them.
After the debacle with meeting Wonder Woman and saving the people at the red steps, Steve had been tipped off to more activity at the rift that had cut their conversation short. He had sent her over to a secure location nearby where he could meet up with her after the fact, but he had swung back to the scene just to make sure there was no one else there that needed help. The red blur whizzing around the area put him at ease, though. Peter was young, but he was capable. Steve observed him looking out for individuals; the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man even when he was an Avenger in his own right. Full of exuberance, full of desire to do the right thing. Maybe it was a little self-indulgent to see himself in a skinny but determined hero, but it didn’t mean Steve didn’t. Of course, Peter wasn’t an asthmatic with heart problems, but he remained consistent with what he had been set up to be. Steve had once been told to never forget who he was. Peter did that admirably.
Now, as he approached, he looked over to the other. “Spider-Man, good to have you on the scene. Anything I can do to help?” He knew better than to use Pete’s real name out in public, and he certainly wasn’t going to treat him like a kid and have people clock him as younger and therefore vulnerable. Though, anyone that thought Peter was incapable wasn’t paying attention.
















