Amelie Stark - Shadows Unveiled
Amelie Stark - Shadows Unveiled
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city as Peter and I stood on the rooftop of Stark Tower. My heart raced in my chest, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through my veins like an electric current. I could feel the weight of my family's rescue bearing down on me, but I was determined to help save the Avengers from whoever had created that serum.
"Ready?" Peter asked, his eyes filled with concern as I adjusted the straps of my backpack. His Spiderman suit clung to his lean frame, giving him an air of confidence despite the worry etched into his features. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat, as he pulled his mask down.
"Let's do this." I said quietly, my voice steadier than I felt.
"Remember the plan?" Peter asked, one hand on my shoulder, grounding me in the moment. I appreciated his concern, but also wished he understood that I wasn't as fragile as he seemed to believe.
"Of course." I said, rolling my eyes playfully. "You fly us to Phoenix using those web-shooters of yours, and hopefully a plane... Then we find the source of the serum, and we shut it down."
"Fly might be a generous term for the first bit." Peter chuckled nervously, glancing down at the dizzying drop beneath us. "But yeah, that's the gist of it."
"Then let's not waste any more time." I grabbed his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin, through his suit, against mine. It was reassuring, a reminder that I wasn't alone in this daunting task.
"Alright." He agreed, taking a deep breath. "Hold on tight, Amelie."
As Peter shot a web towards a nearby building, I clung to him, my fingers digging into the fabric of his suit. My stomach lurched as we swung through the air, and I couldn't help but let out a small scream. Peter just laughed. "You'll get used to it." He promised, tightening his grip on me.
I focused on my breathing, trying to calm my racing heart as we slingshotted above the city streets. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and strangely liberating all at once.
Peter's voice brought me back. "We're almost there." He called over the wind, pointing towards a plane that was gradually becoming larger and larger in the sky. "Hang in there, Amelie."
"Thanks. I was thinking I might let go." I drawled.
Peter's laughter rang like wind chimes in my ears, the sound bright and infectious. I couldn't help but let out a giggle myself as he positioned his body to launch us at the approaching aircraft.
"Are you absolutely sure this is the Phoenix flight?" I asked, my heart racing in my chest.
"Trust me, Amelie," Peter replied, his voice filled with confidence and excitement. "I checked. There's an app for that!"
I didn't know whether to be impressed or concerned that he was relying on a mobile app for something so crucial. But... Peter had always been quick-witted and resourceful, and if anyone could pull this off, it was him.
"Alright." I said, taking a deep breath and bracing myself for what was to come. "If you say so."
"Here we go!" Peter shouted, his grip around my waist tightening as he launched us towards the plane just as it began to pass overhead. The wind whipped through my hair, stinging my eyes as tears threatened to form.
"Remember to keep your head down!" He yelled over the roar of the engines.
"Got it!" I shouted back, clinging onto him for dear life. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, the muscles in his arms flexing as he effortlessly manoeuvred us through the air. Despite the danger and adrenaline coursing through my veins, there was something undeniably reassuring about being in Peter's arms.
"Ready?" He yelled, his eyes locked onto our target. The plane's wings cut through the air like a knife, and I knew that if we didn't time this perfectly, it could end in disaster.
"Ready." I shouted, my voice barely audible over the roar of the engines. And with one final push, Peter flung us both towards the plane, our bodies colliding with the metal surface with an echoing thud.
"See?" He laughed, tightening his grip on me. "I told you there was an app for that."
The door to the plane creaked as Peter pulled against it. The wind roared furiously around us, turning my long hair into a whirling mess. Peter created a net with his webs, connected it the door, and threw the web into the wind. The resistance pulled the door enough that a small gap emerged for us to push through. We squeezed through the narrow opening just in time, slamming the door shut behind us.
"Phew, that was close." Peter said, pulling his mask off in one quick movement. He flashed me a quick grin before we made our way down the aisle, searching for empty seats. His brown eyes sparkled with excitement, a reminder of the youth and innocence that sometimes seemed so foreign to me.
We found two seats next to each other, and I sank gratefully into mine, feeling the soft cushion welcome me like an old friend.
I caught the attention of the air hostess, who approached us with a kind smile.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked.
"Actually, yes." I replied, eager for some liquid courage. "I'd like a strong drink, please. Something with gin."
"Of course." She said, waiting for more details.
"Perhaps you can make it with a few ice cubes, but not too many." I continued, trying to paint a picture of the drink I desired. "And then add a splash of tonic, just enough to give it a little fizz...? Honestly, just something strong, fruity, and fizzy."
"I've got you sweetheart." The air hostess responded with a nod. "I'll have that right up for you."
"Thank you." I said, offering her a grateful smile. As she walked away, I turned my gaze to the window beside me.
"Everything okay?" Peter asked, his concern evident in his voice.
"Fantastic actually."
"Amelie." Peter whispered, concern etched in his features. "How are we going to get in without being noticed?"
"Leave that to me." I replied, forcing a smile for his sake. My heart raced in my chest, but I couldn't let him see how terrified I was.
"Alright." Peter said, putting on a brave face. "But what's the plan once we're inside?"
"We find that serum and destroy it." I told him, my voice steely with determination. "It's too dangerous, Peter. If it falls into the wrong hands..." I trailed off, not wanting to think about the consequences.
Peter's expression softened as he reached out and squeezed my hand. "We won't let that happen." he said earnestly, his gaze never leaving mine.
"Promise me something." I said, my voice wavering despite my best efforts to keep it steady. "Promise me you'll do the right thing, even if it means going against someone you care about."
Peter hesitated, his eyes wide with fear. "Only if you promise the same." He said quietly, his brown eyes filled with sincerity.
"Deal." I whispered.