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Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

A small shriek left her as she flew into the air. How did she not notice the fact that there was a large amount of paint sitting on the floor that could have caused her to slip?! God she was dumb! As her small body started to tumble towards the ground she suddenly felt arms under her and her attention moved over to see that Peter had caught her, her eyes wide in surprise which soon moved to shock as he began to stumble as well. Soon they were tumbling to the ground together, THUD; they landed on the floor, he still with his arms around her, her brush now in his hair and her eyes wide looking up at him.

Apparently the shocked look was enough to make him make a comment about her eyes and she felt her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. Peter never made her blush until just recently, either he had gotten flirtatious or he had always talked to her like that and she was finally paying attention. She blinked a few times before laughing a hearty laugh. “And if it wasn’t for you and your quick thinking I’d probably never want to walk in a blue puddle again.”

“Kids?” Aunt May called from the door. “Are you two okay?”

Lexi, still in Peter’s arms called out. “Yeah, we’re okay. Do you think you could bring us a couple towels you wouldn’t mind getting paint on? Wet ones.”

“That sounded like a crash.”

“Oh We just fell.”

“Okay I’ll be right back.” The kind woman called out and her footsteps echoed away from the door.

A small laugh left her as she looked back at Peter. “I am surprised you and I haven’t caused more holes in this house with our horseplay.” IT was at that moment that she realized she was still cradled against him. “Oh sorry. I guess you make a good pillow I forget you need to breathe.” With that she climbed off of him and helped him sit up. “Are you okay? Should I get you some ice?” Her worry for his safety pushed aside the fact that she should probably ask how the hell he caught her so fast!

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Returning the look to his soft brown eyes she tilted her head and gave him the ‘I don’t believe you look’ with her eyebrow raised and her blue eyes twinkling with a playfulness she only had with Peter, why? Because they were still kids at heart and when it came down to it, the only person she felt like she could play with was Peter. He was fun, funny, quirky, cute and dependable. All the things that would/could make a perfect boyfriend but… well, you know.

Getting the room painted was more difficult with the two throwing paint at each other. Sometimes she’d ‘fall’ against him, leaving a long line of blue against his shirt. Or she’d flick paint at him until he noticed, but there was never truly a winner. Between the painting of the walls and the painting of each other, the room, including the tarps had nice patches of blue liquid paint. Her bare feet were getting slippery and something that a spidy-sense could feel would be that she would take a step forwards without really paying attention, her foot flying up into the air followed by her other causing her to crash land on the hardwood floor with a loud thump to her head and make her scream out in pain. But only Spider-Man could know that was coming… In a laugh, Lexi to a step forward to throw more paint from her brush at Peter and her foot slipped out from under her.

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Nothing, nothing was more surprising then when Peter opened his mouth and began to talk to her about Uncle Ben. And judging by her expression as he went on to talk about it, she wasn’t quite expecting to hear this. But she stopped, allowing her face to soften and stood there, her brush in her hand and just listened. What else could she do in a moment like this, and the fact that he pulled out his phone to play the message for her just showed how much he trusted her to tell her such a personal thing.

Walking over to him, she wrapped her arms gently around his neck after placing her brush on top of the tray of paint. “Peter, listen. You can’t beat yourself up for what happened to your uncle. No one can predict what happens in their lives, if we could we’d never experience anything. Sadness or happiness. You had no idea that guy was going to go after Uncle Ben. I know it’s easier said than my dear Peter but you can’t live in the past. Uncle Ben believed in you. He believed you were a hero, more importantly his hero. And everything he said on that voice mail is true. He’s right, you’re destined for greatness, and you’ve been through a lot and still came out one of the most amazing people on the planet.” Her hand brushed gently against his cheek before dancing up into his messy hair in a gentle fashion. “He’ll never be gone, he’s too stubborn for that. He’ll always be with you, from your highest points of your life to the lows. It’s your job to remember what he says on that recording, ‘we’ll always be here’ and ‘I love you’. Instead of looking at this as something that haunts you, use it to inspire you; do what he wants knows you can do. Become great, follow your destiny and you will achieve more than you ever now.” By this time her other hand was in his hair. “If there is one person who believes in you without ever doubting you, it’s him. Never. Ever. Forget that. No matter where he is, he will always love and support you.” She nodded as she pulled him into a hug. “You can grieve and be sad but remember the good times; because that’s what makes life worth living for, the good times.”

After hugging him for a minute she stepped back, her small nose sniffling slightly before she leaned down and picked up the brush. She started back to the wall she was working on before turning around. “Hang on…” She said; her voice filled with curiosity as she took the steps back to him. “You’ve got… something… on your face….” With that she took the moment to brush some paint onto his cheek before she gave him a very over-dramatic happy look. “Oh much better.” Anything to get him to laugh.

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Even Lexi was nervous about going into the room, she hadn’t entered it since his uncle died. Such a kind old man who seemed to care so much about Peter you would think they were even more closely related. He even showed the same kindness to her when their friendship blossomed in grade school. Such an amazing and nice man, it was sad to see him go. While she tried to be strong for Peter at the funeral, but soon the two were holding each other and crying. It was the first time she had ever seen Peter cry and as much as society has men believed that they can’t cry, she knew she really fell for him that day because he showed that things did bother him, he could be emotional and that was important in a human being.

“Peter?” She said questioningly as she opened the door and stepped inside, tarps were folded up in the corner, paint brushes and paint waiting to be opened and some white pudgy to fill the holes in the walls form the hanging photos. Peter had just risen from the desk chair when she entered, a small sigh left her as she gave him a nod. “Can’t expect you to do this all by yourself you know, you’re not Superman.” Or Spider-Man, god… if only. She thought as she moved into the room, shutting the door behind her. He had taken some pictures off the walls and put them away. She took off a few photos from the wall and placed them in the box he was working on before giving him a hug, wrapping her arms gently around his neck, she didn’t know what to say, considering this was a hard process for him but a hug always works. Especially considering she was wearing her special vanilla perfume; much like she had the night before with Spider-Man.

“I’ll finish the photos if you want to work on clearing off the bookshelf. Is it staying in here or is it going somewhere else?” She asked gently as she let him go and went to the wall. It was easier for her to handle the photos then Peter, it was probably the most helpful thing she could do right now.

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

There was a traditional Lexi 'I don't believe you' look where she'd tilt her head to one side, raise her eyebrow and curl the right corner of her full lips and when he said that she didn't need to worry about little old him she give him that look and said softly, "I don't believe you, someone's got to worry about you. But I promise not to be a worry-wort." Her voice filled a joking manor and when he said he'd stop by a few more times maybe to check up on her and do more interviews she giggled cutely. "I'm sure the Ask the Spider column could provide questions that could be answered." Upon his response to needing more rewards for heroic deeds she gave a cheeky flirty grin and when he jumped off the roof she stood up, calling out to him with a wave. "Any time, don't be a stranger!" The old saying of Stranger Danger went through her head and she paused a little in her wave. Nah, it's our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, there's no danger there.

"Lexi? Lexi are you on the roof again?" Her father called out from the other side of the house. She skipped across the rooftop and spoke to him. "Yeah sorry, the night sky was too beautiful I couldn't stay inside." "Just... Just go to bed. It's 11pm." Her father said in a dramatic sigh before shutting the window. A small laugh left her as she climbed down and slid into her window before pulling off her clothes and climbing into bed.

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The next morning being Sunday, she got up and dressed in a pair of work jeans, meaning they already had splatters of paint on them, a ty-dyed tank top of their misadventures with painting in the past and a pair of flip flops. Her tank top hugged her tone shapely body and her jeans, though covered in pant, flattered her small hips and round butt. Looking at herself in the mirror she couldn't help but wonder what Spider-Man would have thought of her in this outfit, but hopefully he didn't think that the shirt she wore last night belonged to a boyfriend, just a best friend; she wasn't a too-timer or a cheater. A small sigh left her, but it was unrealistic for her to want anything with a superhero even though they had a little moment on her roof, a shrug lifted her shoulders; she couldn't linger on it.

Skipping out of the house, she grabbed her small purse and walked to Peter's house, he didn't live far and cutting through the alleys made it easier to to get to his house. Knocking politely on the door, she greeted by Aunt May who questioned why she was here. "Peter told me this morning he was repainting the room so I offered to come help. No homework so there's nothing else to do." A laugh left her as Aunt May let her in and she left her purse and shoes next to the door and skipped upstairs in her bare feet to the old office. "Peter?" She called out giving the room's door a light knock, not knowing if he was near the door, she didn't want to open it and knock him over. "Can I come in? Do you have a brush for me?"

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

A soft laugh left her as he said she was just as much of a hero as he was, her face turned pink at the complement. "Well considering I took some work off of your hands, but you saved me. I think we're tied. Therefor, we both deserve something." Her eyebrows rose in his direction as she bit the corner of her full lips in a playful manner. A soft hand rose up, trailing up his toned muscular arm to his neck. "I can show you if I promise not to take it too far." With that she leaned into him, her fingers sliding under he part were his mask connected to the upper section of his suite. She slowly and passionately lifted the mask over his chin and stopped as his lips were revealed. Not wanting to wait any longer, she leaned in taking the moment and pressed her full lips against his. A gentle kiss, but filled with passion and fire that burnt hotter than the building she had been in earlier that day.

Pulling back from the kiss, having it last only a few seconds in case he didn't want it; she pulled the mask back down over his face before her hand traveled back down his shoulders, arm and to the roof tile once again. "I probably shouldn't put that in the paper but I did promise that I'd keep the questions at three so I didn't take up too much of your time." She gave a small nod, really unsure of how to end the conversation since she really didn't want it to. But she did say that she would only ask him three questions and that... well that was three. "Listen, Spider-Man, I don't know if you have anyone you can turn to or talk to since you lost someone close but I want you to know, if you ever need someone to talk or complain to, or just to sit in a nice silence under the stars; I'm here for you." She gave him a small nudge with her elbow again with a gentle smile, "Everyone needs someone to lean on and I want you to know, you have me okay?"

The Dark Arts Destroyers (Jones Sparrow and SinfulSkills)

“Interesting.” Bree started, watching his face closely as he spoke. Her elbow rose up on the armrest of the couch. “Hmmm.” She said softly as she watched as he shared his story. Slowly, her head tilted to one side, her slightly curled blonde hair watching him closely as he spoke. Bree never truly understood the idea of being subtle or to approach things in a gentle manner that was not something that she was able to grasp. “It hurts; I can see it in your eyes. I don’t know why you’re digging for yourself into a hole when it’s not your fault.” She said with a nod as she lowered her hand from her face, “Do you have a case for us to look over?” Attempting to change the topic from what she said in case it offended him.

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Lexi wrote rather quickly as he spoke. A smile moved across her face as he wrote. His joke was fun but serious at the same time. A nod left her as she finished the superhero pace across the roof as he spoke. Soon he started walking towards the edge of the roof and sit down. Her head tilted to one side as he walked away. A smile moved across her face as she stood up, walking carefully to the edge of the roof and sat down next to him, her legs kicked against the cool air. “Well if it makes any difference, I tend to enjoy my great grandmother company.” She said gently as she nudged him lightly with her elbow; the smile spread across her full lips. “Let’s see…” She bit her lower lip as her attention moved up to the stars. “Do you think…” She began, her head rolling as she slowly turned her beautiful blue gaze to him, “a hero deserves a reward from a damsel in distress?”

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

When he started talking she leaned forward, wishing that he was closer so she could listen to him easier but now didn’t seem like the time to bring it up. As he started to talk, she wrote down what he had said. A small smile moved across her lips when he asked if it was a good answer. “It’s a fine answer.” She said brightly to him, her gaze moved upward as she watched the masked vigilante in front of her. Her heart slammed against her chest as she looked at him, gaze quickly moved away from him and back down to her pad. “We’ll put that as the first question in the Ask the Spider column.” A smile moved across her face.

“I think it’s good for people to see a human side of you.” She said with a small nod. “But I’m sorry you had to deal with something so tragic though, no one deserves that.” Another nod left her as she let out a small sigh. She wasn’t quite wanting to have the questions go that route but if that’s how he wished to answer it, that’s how she was going to tell it. “But with that you’re prevented hundreds and thousands of losses, I don’t know if that makes any difference but you showed great drive to help the citizens of this town and we’re all thankful for that.” Was she brown noising to the superhero? Maybe a bit but most of it came from honesty, a shiver moved through her as she turned gaze back down to her paper. Catching her breathe, she let out a small cough and continued on. “Next question; if you can change anything; maybe a past event, the way people view or have viewed you or just your own personal outlook. What would you change and why?” With that she turned her blue gaze back up to him, the moonlight flickering off of his suite; what a hero.

The Dark Arts Destroyers (Jones Sparrow and SinfulSkills)

"So this job," She began softly, her attention moving from him to the floor at her feet, seeing as she had leaned forward, forearms resting on her knees, her hands still folded and her intense caramel colored eyes watching him close before moving their gaze to the ground. "is rather dangerous." A sentence people normally say when they are just about to say that they are going to back out but Bree's eyes shot up, a smirk curled the corner of her full pink lips as a twinkle seemed to appear within her eyes. "Brilliant." That... is not a normal answer, but Bree is not a normally person. This job was different for many reasons. One being it was dangerous, two being it was challenging and three, since her parents died, she really had no one of importance in her life so dying, well it wasn't as big of a threat as it was to most people.

The smirk stayed sparkly implanted on her lips as she leaned back in her spot on the couch. One arm moved to the armrest while the other stretched itself along the backing of the couch. Isn't it funny how the thought of danger makes her comfortable. "So Mister Grace, tell me about yourself."