Chapter Five

It was the next day, and you were exhausted. Between Spider-Man and nightmares you got no sleep.

You knew you recognized that voice, but you hadn't put your finger on it. But you were determined to figure it out.

For breakfast you ate the leftover pizza, Squish had kibble. After getting ready you went outside with them, before you finally left for school.

Peter walked with you, rambling about Star Wars. You partially listened, you watched those movies with your sisters.

"Okay who do you like better, Anakin or Ben Solo? Like in a villain sense." Peter asked, finally bringing you back into the conversation.

"Anakin, he's an adult not an edgy teen. He's more in control of his emotions when he's a Sith Lord. I feel like Ben let's his anger get the best of him." Your response shocked him, he didn't think you were paying attention.

"Good point. Anyways, how'd you sleep?" He changed the subject in an instant.

"Meh. Squish was snoring all night long. How bout you?"

"The usual. Excited for your second day of school?"

"No."

The rest of the walk was silent, your mind was racing. Peter's voice was so similar to the spider-bitch's voice. But ever teen boy's voice is squeaky. Peter even walked the same way, and fiddled with his hands. You didn't know if you were jumping to conclusions, even if your mind screamed that you were right.

Arriving at school was the same as yesterday, seas of teens filing through the doors.

Yesterday you got your locker number and combination, so that was your destination. After showing it to Peter you realized the lockers were practically next to each other.

But that also meant Flash's locker was nearby. After one day you already hated the kid. He was rude to Peter, creepy towards you, and just an overall ass.

A minute after you got to your locker the bell rang, first period. Of course math had to be first period. What a lovely way to start your morning.

You did okay in school, but math was a struggle. Too many numbers. Peter on the other hand, excelled at math. This led to him helping you a lot throughout the class.

After four periods it was finally lunch, and you were sitting with Peter and Ned.

"She hasn't worn that outfit in a while." Ned commented, his eyes never leaving the girl across the room.

"You're right. But she still looks great." Peter responded, his eyes practically hearts.

"Oh god I feel bad for her." You sighed out of boredom.

"Me too." MJ rolled her eyes.

"You're just being salty cause she's cooler than you." Ned sassed, earning a smack from you.

"I think she's hot but I never talk about it. I'm not creepy, you are." You were getting more annoyed.

"Wait you're gay?" Both Ned and Peter said at the same time.

"I'm Bi you asswipes. Don't look so terrified, I might bite you."

"I love you even more." MJ cracked a smile, finally moving closer to you.

"Sorry." Peter truly looked sorry, but Ned still looked shook.

The bell rang once again, moving you onwards with the day.

Finally the day was over, and you were on your way home with Peter.

"Hey Parker I got a job." You lied, eyeing the psychic building.

"Really? Where?"

"At the psychic, they were hiring. I'm into that kinda stuff. I start today, so I'll see you later." You raced through the sentence, practically sprinting to Eve's place.

The familiar scents of herbs filled your senses as you entered the shop. Calming music playing.

"Ah CJ, I'm glad you could make it. I was thinking we could do a tarot reading before starting." Eve waltzed into view, her hair tied in a bun.

"Whatever you think's best." You smiled, she really did bring out the best in you.

Again you walked to the reading room, Eve carrying a deck of cards.

"To start, we need a question. What would you like to know about yourself?"

"What do I need to know about myself. Is that a good one?"

"Perfect. Let me just shuffle quickly." Eve's hands moved fast, shuffling them in mere seconds.

Eve held the cards out poker style, the plain purple side facing up.

"Pick whichever your eyes are drawn to. There is no right or wrong." Eve spoke again, watching you curiously.

Taking a deep breath you picked one, flipping it over to reveal the tower.

"The tower represents imminent or present danger, upheaval, and unexpected change. I believe the answer to your question lies within the card. What do you think the card is telling you?" Eve continued to study you.

"That I'm dangerous, or I will cause something dangerous. I'm going to go through changes because of my abilities." You stared at the card, the art capturing your eyes.

"If that is how you interpret it, that is your answer. Do you want to ask another question?" Eve frowned, shuffling the cards again.

"How can i understand my abilities." Once again the cards were fanned, and you picked a card.

Flipping it over revealed the magician.

"Manifesting, healing, spirituality, and a connection to the divine."

"I need to get in touch with my spirituality, and heal my wounds. I need to focus on the positives." The cards truly spoke to you.

"Well it seems it is already 3:30, do you feel satisfied with your readings?" Eve asked, bringing the deck back into a neat stack.

"Yes, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow? I'm going to try to push myself to figure out what I can do tonight." You smiled, grabbing your backpack and walking to the door.

"Of course. Have a good night, Cara Jean." Eve's voice faded as you left.

Before you knew it you were home, and laying on the couch with your dog. Your mind raced with ways you could test out your powers.

"Maybe I can find spider-bitch tonight and ask him for some help," You thought aloud as you made yourself ramen.

You waited around until 10:30, then finally set out. This time you weren't as nervous, it seemed like mutated people were pretty common this the city. You still wore all black, but didn't cover your face.

You were willing to show yourself, in hopes he would too. If not he'd be the only one to know your secret. It seems pretty dumb, but it was worth a shot.

"Three...Two...One." You jumped, letting the wind carry you through the sky.

Flying to the building you met him on, you prayed he'd come. You needed some help from a person like you.

Landing you folded your wings, staring at the sky above. Eyes closed, hair free, wings settled. You were waiting to hear his voice.

"Were you waiting for me?" As he spoke you mentally cheered, you were right.

"Well yeah, duh. I thought we were quote unquote partners. And I also need some help figuring out my powers. It seems like you have a grip on your own." You kept your face behind your wings, trying to figure out how you'd ask him.

"Of course! That'd be awesome! I'm like a real superhero mentor!" He was giddy.

"Woah there buckaroo, you're not my mentor. I don't know how to word this, but I feel like we know each other. I'm a very observant person and I've heard your voice before. And you have very unique body language. If it's not you fine, but is that you Parker?" You let your wing fall, your face shone in the city lights.

"Holy shit, CJ?! How'd you figure that out so fast?! Like we met two days ago and you legit figured out I'm Spider-Man." He took off his mask, you were shocked.

You didn't think you were right, but you are always right. CJ 1 - Peter 0.

"I WAS RIGHT! YOU LITTLE BASTARD I KNEW IT WAS YOU!" You practically screamed, laughing your ass off.

"How did you figure that out? You only met me as Spider-Man yesterday." Peter seemed pretty bummed.

"Well first of all, in every superhero movie the person behind the mask is someone really obvious. I spent like all night thinking about it, and having nightmares. When I heard your voice this morning I knew I was right."

"This is all happening so fast. I need to sit down." Peter sat on the ground, head in his hands. If you could figure him out that quick, what was stopping everyone else.

"Look Parker, just because I'm a good detective doesn't mean your cover is blown. First of all, I'm the best liar around. Second of all, I really only figured it out because I hung out with you while you were Spider-Man. If I'd never talked to you while you were in the suit I'd have no idea." You sat beside him, trying your best to comfort him.

"Yeah I guess. How are you gonna get by? You're not even hiding yourself!" Peter's energy returned.

"When I get angry I change. Not like hulk change, more of a like appearance change. Eyes go white, cool tattoos everywhere, third eye. The whole shebang."

"How did you, ya know, get wings? You don't have them when you're around me."

"Long story. Crazy dad, psychic, agents. All that wacky stuff."

"Would you be willing to talk about it?"