Mistaken
summary: wrong peter
warnings: none
word count: 450
After helping to evacuate the entire building, you climb to the top floor. You watch as the fire slowly rises, engulfing the hundreds of glass windows. After making sure everyone is safe, you signal for the helicopter to take off.
-Spiderman will come for me- you assure the pilot, hiding a smile. Pretending you don't know that your friend is hiding behind the superhero mask is still funny to you, even though it's been several months. You look to your right and see a small figure growing larger and large. Clinging to one of the windows, your friend scans the interior of the floor.
-Everything OK? - he asks when he reaches the top level. With a hop, he stands next to you. You nod-. Thank you for your help. I'll take you home- he gestures for you to hold on to him. The building is surrounded by policies. The whole street is full of cars and vans. Despite the event, the night is beautiful. A group of people armed with guns had entered the offices with the intention of stealing the company's formula. Spiderman had arrived in time and although no one had been hurt, one of the group had lit a fire before being caught. Luckily, everything had turned out well, thanks to spiderman.
-Thanks Peter- he makes a sudden movement.
-What?- he asks in a hoarse voice.
-What? - you repeat, watching helplessly as cars pass underneath you. The cars start to move away as Peter approaches the top of the bridge.
-How do you know my name?-
-What do you mean, how do I know your name? Peter, what are you saying? Besides, this way doesn't go to my…- putting a hand to your mouth, he approaches you.
-Please stop repeating my name- you frown. Staring at him through the mask, you could swear he's staring back at you.
-Who are you?- Sighing, he runs a hand down the back of his neck.
-I'm Peter- he removes his mask. When you see his brown hair, you think it's all a joke and your Peter was just trying to tease you, but when his eyes return your gaze, you hold your breath. Your pupils move from side to side rapidly, taking in every detail of the face of the person in front of you.
-Where did you come from? Where is my Peter?-
Peter observes you. You look puzzled, no less, he himself doesn't quite understand what's going on, but your eyes tell him you're calmed. Stretching his neck, he puts his mask back on.
-I don't know, but I'm going to find him. -He throws a spider web at the nearest building. -Are you coming?