Spider-Man: Duty and Loss Chapter 12: Act Of Kindness

The girl fell to the ground landing on her feet. The glass that was around her didn't seem to cause a scratch, something that Peter noticed. 'This girl isn't normal' He thought that to himself quietly as he assessed the girl in front of him.

She looked to be in her teens, possible as old as Peter, but something in the back of his mind told him she was younger. She had raven black hair that dropped below her shoulders and sparkling green eyes. 'I know way too many people with green eyes, and why are they always so good looking.' And she was 'good looking'; she had a fit slim body worthy of an athlete.

What detracted from her beauty was the state of her clothing. She wore leather boots and short pants that were slightly torn; the same could be said for her black tank top she was wearing. Wrapping around her body she also wore a big brown jacket that covered most her body.

As she stood there starring at Peter, he just stared back. It was like they were having a staring competition, but in truth, she was just wary of the person in front of her. She didn't trust anyone. The reason that Peter was so calm after she just came jumping through one of the windows was because, well duh, he was Spider-Man, he wouldn't get jumpy just from that. But more importantly his spider sense also wasn't going off.

Well actually his spider sense was going off, it was just very low. He didn't know what was happening with this girl, but she was dangerous enough for his sense to say she could wound him. But his senses were also telling him that she meant no harm.

Staring for another good minute Peter finally spoke. "So are we just going to do this till the cows come home or what?" The girl continued not to speak, and she even growled *Grrr* 'Did she just fricking growl at me???' Peter was shocked as he looked at the girl. She kept a standoffish behavior and didn't move a muscle.

Finally not being bothered by her anymore, Peter looked back at the hot dog in his hand. It was starting to get cold! He had to hurry up and eat it. Looking away from her he was about to take a bite when a new sound appeared in the warehouse.

*Grumble* Looking up from his food he gave the girl a look. But she gave nothing away, her face didn't turn red, she didn't look embarrassed, nothing. She just continued to stare at him with cold eyes. Now Peter knew he wasn't hearing things, he had such sensitive ears. And he really wanted to continue to eat his food; he had bought it for a self birthday present! But when he continued to stare at the girl in front of him, most likely younger, he just couldn't in good conscious do it.

*Sigh* Letting out a small sigh he spoke up. "Do you want this food?" She didn't respond. "Come on, I know what I heard." Still nothing. "It tastes good." Her eyes were still cold; Peter could tell from the look in them that there was distrust. Whatever she went through while growing up, left her with trust issues. Well that would explain why she was homeless like himself.

Well that was Peter's guess anyways. Seeing the look in her eyes he knew he would have a tough battle. "Look I'm just trying to be nice; I swear you won't owe me anything." "Why?" She finally spoke up with her quiet voice. It was cold and almost animalistic in its tone. Peter smiled on the inside.

"Well it's my birthday and my Aunt and Uncle always told me to share the good things around." He couldn't help but turn slightly sad as he mentioned his two passed relatives. This sadness didn't get past the girl. She also picked up on the change in his voice, and the tension of her body slightly loosened.

Her arms that had been up in a fighting position slowly lowered to her sides, but she made no move to get closer. Seeing this Peter finally decided on his course of action. Peter slowly rose and the girl got back into the defensive position. Peter slowly walked closer and her body tensed up once again. When they were about 3 meters apart Peter finally stopped and held out his hand. "Here, it'll be a bit cold but it'll fill you up."

The girl hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out slowly. When her hand was only a few centimeters away from the food, it snatched out quickly and brought the food back. Peter showed a small smile at her antics before giving one last look at the cement he had been sitting on.

The girl didn't start to eat the food and instead continued to stare at Peter, seeing this he could only roll his eyes and finally make his way towards the door. Just as he was about to leave he left some words behind. "Well, Miss, it was nice to meet someone new, even if you barely spoke a word. They say the craziest stuff happens on your birthday." With that and a small chuckle Peter walked out the door and left the area.

He couldn't get to know everyone that he met on the streets; he also couldn't help everyone, especially when they didn't want to be helped. It was close to 6pm now and to finish the day he would go out on patrol. He would most likely never see that girl again. Or that's what he though. How wrong he was.

The girl with the dark hair and green eyes looked at the back of the departing boy and then looked down at the food in her hands. Not many people had ever given a damn about her, even something as small as offering her food when she got hungry was an odd occurrence.

Her body was a bit sore from all the running she had just done, but for now they should be off her trail. She had killed everyone they had sent and she would have quite a while before they found her again. Looking at the food and feeling her hunger spike she started to gobble it down at super human speed. After she was done, the girl went to find a comfortable place to sleep on the floor.

She would spend a little time here while she thought of what to do next.

Chapter end