MHA : Spider-Man

The sound of her fists connecting with the punching bag filled the room, setting a rhythm that put Peter on edge.

His eyes landed on her, rage and frustration rolling off of her like waves.

Rage began to swirl in his chest at the sight of her, Peter took a breath and pushed it down.

He didn't need it, not here and not now.

All he had to do… was talk to her, and apologize. They didn't need to have a second screaming match today.

At least not one with both parties participating.

Mirko's ears twitched as he entered the room, the woman letting out a small grunt as the bag swung back.

Alright… Apologize and be done with it, see things from her side even if you don't want to.

"Look…" He began, the hits connecting with the bag slowed down for a second. "Before we do whatever this is, I'm sorry. "

He wasn't, but Peter wanted to solve this in the least confrontational way possible. If he was going to be the bigger person here? That was fine.

Anger swam back up again when she scoffed, Peter shoved it down more forcefully this time.

The bag swung backward before swinging back, Mirko hitting it again and again.

"Sit, don't make me repeat myself." She grunted, not even looking at him as Peter took another calming breath.

It didn't really do anything.

He wanted to be so angry right now, he was so angry right now. He wanted to be immature and get into a yelling match even if he knew it wouldn't fix anything.

Silently, Peter went over to a nearby bench and sat down, bouncing his leg and gritting his teeth as emotions threatened to burst out again.

Just… For right now, he needed to be the bigger person.

Even if he really wasn't and didn't want to be and God he wanted to lash out at everything around him so bad that it hurt a-

Another breath, and she punched the bag one last time and stepped back.

She took a breath and turned to him with as calm of an expression as she could manage.

It wasn't that calm, honestly.

"Wanna explain to me what happened today? Y'know, outside of you completely ignoring me and almost getting your dumbass self killed?" She scowled.

He really didn't want to start this off by scowling back.

"You told me not to go after the lizard guy, I get that." Anger swelled as he swallowed his pride for the moment. "But I did the right thing! You have to see that."

There was a sharp breath.

"'Did the right thing'? Is that what you got out of this? Is that it? You're gonna sit there and tell me how I shouldn't be mad cause you 'Did the right thing'?" She shouldn't be mad because Peter was the one who almost died, not her. "Let me tell you what I got out of this."

Anger swelled again and again and again, but Peter took a breath and pushed it down.

"You're a goddamn child! Diving right into danger no matter what anyone fucking tells you and thinking that there aren't any consequences when you make it out of whatever fucking mess you get yourself into! Because fuck everything else since 'you did the right thing', right?!" She yelled, taking off her gloves and throwing them on the ground.

Consequences?

She wants to talk about consequences ? To him?

Peter gripped the edge of the bench, bruised knuckles turning white as the bench cracked.

"I'm fine ! I took down the guy, no civilians got hurt and I'm still alive . What do you even have to be mad at? That I went over your head to do what we were gonna do anyway quicker? Well, I'm sorry ." His voice was tense, he wanted to yell .

A humorless chuckle escaped her, she walked over to Peter and jabbed a finger down at him.

"It's not about the damn results! It's that you were too fucking impatient and impulsive to stay still for 2 minutes so we could go after the lizard fucker in a smart way! What about this isn't clicking with you?!"

What's not clicking with him? What's not clicking with her !?

Another breath, it wasn't working .

"Dude, what did you want me to do? Let him just run around the sewers only for him to kill someone when he pops out of a manhole across the city? I couldn't look the other way!"

She threw her hands up, walking away for a second and looking at the ceiling.

"Oh, wow! You just couldn't look the other way, yeah? Just too much of a goody-two-shoes that the sheer fucking idea of thinking things through didn't pass through your mind, huh? Cause you don't care what happens to you or how that affects others as long as you follow whatever bullshit moral code you got going on, right? Is that right?" She laughed, his grip on the bench tightened.

"Look, that's not-" He began, quickly getting cut off by the woman.

"No, I'm not finished! Because wanna know what was going on while you were running around down there? I was thinking how long I had before I found you some corpse floating face down . I already got enough shit on my conscience from over the years, I don't need you on it!" She yelled down at him, Peter's leg kept bouncing.

A part of him felt like she was worried about him getting overtaken by righteous anger, which was justified .

But you know what? He was starting to not care, he was getting yelled at for doing the right thing and he was Spider-Man again and Peter didn't want this to be all he was and he was just so tired.

Another laugh escaped her, she jabbed a finger into his chest and Peter had half a mind to not push it away.

"Wanna know what I think, kid? I think you're full of shit, talking about doing the right thing out of the goodness of your heart. I think you do this for the thrills, the rush, the glory, just to feel better about yourself due to whatever fucked up vigilante guilt complex you got. And wanna know something? I feel like I'm right . I feel like you nearly got yourself killed on my watch just cause you wanted to be the hero, ain't that right?" She jabbed her finger into his chest again, Peter grit his teeth.

He shouldn't say anything.

He should shut up and let her burn herself out and just sit there but he was angry and bitter and selfish and just like he used to be and so tired-

"You don't know shit about me."

He didn't remember saying it, but he did and he didn't feel like taking it back.

He was angry and he felt like a child.

He felt the same

" What the fuck did you just say to me? " She spat, standing back to full height as she scowled while he stood from the bench.

He wanted to be the bigger man, but he just wasn't and a part of him wanted to scream.

"I said -" Pete stands up, getting in her face and scowling back. "-that you don't know shit about me."

He hadn't changed.

But right, he didn't care.

Right now, he just… needed an outlet.

He needed to be angry.

Another laugh escaped her, her scowl deepening. "Wow, is that the case? From what happened today, I think I know enough!"

Ignoring that, he kept going.

"So you're gonna sit here and just yell at me for taking down someone dangerous!? Funny, I didn't see you down there! I was the one fighting for my life, you don't get to feel any way about it just cause you didn't want to go after the lizard!"

He felt like garbage, honestly.

The anger quickly pushed that feeling to the side.

"I fucking told you going after that thing at the moment was stupid! And look where that got you! I had to drag you out of that shithole half-dead and you say I can't be mad!? You ever wonder what would happen if you had died down there?"

Before he could respond, she kept going.

"No, you just cared about getting the credit! Fuck everything else as long as you took that thing down! God, I should've known this shit was gonna happen when I took you on."

"Stop talking like you know me and know why I do what I do! Cause you don't . I'm not gonna sit here while you act like what I did was wrong! The lizard guy was gonna hurt more people, I stopped it, that's all that matters!" He yelled, Mirko didn't seem satisfied.

Somewhere in the rage and bitterness and frustration was a small bit of awareness, the fact that he was currently arguing with a top 10 hero after fighting a world-renowned-geneticist-turned-lizard not being lost on him.

Because this was who he was and what he did now, apparently.

And part of him hated it so much.

"God, do you have a fucking inability to understand that's not all that matters!? You die, and that's on me! I gotta tell that aunt of yours how you got mauled or whatever cause I wasn't able to keep whatever hero-complex you got in check! Your actions affect the people around you, dumbass!"

And something told him she had the right to say all that.

But more and more anger seeped into his veins and pushed that thought away, and he felt so tired today.

"I don't have a hero-complex! All I did was put a stop to someone dangerous! God, why can't you understand that?!" He felt like he was burning and he wouldn't stop.

"Oh, really? That's fucking weird, cause you've done nothing today to prove me wrong! All you've done is show me you're some asshole who thinks that as long as he saves the day, the consequences don't matter to him!"

...

If you want to read ahead of the public release, or just want to support me.

You can join my p atreon :

[email protected]/Huvnn