Peter's/Spider-man's P.O.V

Chapter 1

'Sunday 20th May.'

18:34

Welcome to the fabulous life of your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. So, what's the best part about being Spiderman: Everything. What's the worst part about joining S.H.I.E.L.D to become the ultimate-me: training.

Two hours of hand two hand combat. I hate H2H. There's a reason why I have web shooters; to avoid H2H. It hurts my knuckles every time I punch someone. How do people do this?

And the worst part of it is; Iron Fist AKA Danny Rand isn't here. He's like the master of H2H and he's ditching. He never ditches. Maybe he just over-meditated.

See what I did there? Over-meditated, oversleep – never mind.

Anyways, I need him to beat the stuffing out of Nova AKA Sam Alexander for me. I still have the video of the last time those two sparred. It was hi-larious. I would have put it on the internet but then Director Fury wouldn't get off my back for exposing private S.H.I.E.L.D activity or whatever.

And another weird thing about Iron Fist's disappearing is; Agent Coulson and White Tiger AKA Ava Ayala aren't freaking out about it as much as they do when I'm a no-show. I'm not even sure anyone has noticed that he isn't here. This is completely unfair.

I can kind of understand because I'm constantly late or I just don't feel like showing up and this is Iron Fist's first time and I'm the leader but still…

I decide to ask during our break.

"Have any of you seen Danny (Iron Fist)?" I ask. (Since I'm the only one that has noticed.)

"Probably meditating or researching fortune cookie fortunes on the web," Nova says, whilst playing some Warcraft game on his PSP.

"Someone, go get him!" orders White Tiger.

"I'll do it," volunteers Powerman AKA Luke Cage.

He seemed to volunteer really quickly. Maybe he just wants to get out of training.

Powerman leaves the Training Centre.

"That was awfully nice of Powerman," I comment to myself.

"Yeah, considering Danny and him just had a fight," White Tiger adds.

"Fight? What was it about?" I ask.

"You know earlier today when we went to the Carnival," Sam begins. I nod. "Didn't you see how down in the dumps Danny was?"

Looking back on my thoughts, I didn't really pay attention to him but I didn't hear him make any sappy comments in the Carnival.

"So?" I say.

"Luke had been trying to figure out what was wrong with him all day and it seemed to drive Danny nuts," White Tiger explains. "From my cabin, I heard Danny shouting at him."

"He did?" Oh my Gosh, I sound like a no-good-gossiping-sixteen-year-old-cheerleader. That's a bad thing, right?

"He did and we haven't heard anything from him since," Nova finishes.

How long was that? Right, so it's 19:45 now and it was…

Four hours ago.

In a few minutes, Powerman returns with Iron Fist – not in costume – carrying him over his shoulder. From my point of view, Iron Fist almost looks… dead. Almost.

"What did you do to him?" White Tiger asks.

"Nothing. I found him like this," Powerman replies.

"Was he meditating or was he on the web?" Nova asks. He just loves to get into people's business.

"Neither. I found him collapsed on his floor," Powerman tells us.

"Really?" I ask, starting to get worried. "Are you sure that he's not dead?"

"I am awake, my friends," comes a faint reply from behind Powerman's back.

"Danny, you're alive," I remark cheerfully.

"Luke, can you please put me down?" he mutters quietly, almost inaudible.

Powerman sets him on his feet.

"Why were you collapsed in your room? Or is that some form of meditation?" Nova jokes.

There's a pause before Iron Fist answers.

"I-I do not remember."

Uh oh. My lying metre is going through the roof.

"Right?" I mumble, doubtfully.

"Ready to get back to training." Coulson's voice booms through the Training Centre.

"Coulson!" I shout at the platform. "Iron Fist is not feeling so hot."

"He looks fine," White Tiger observes. "He might have just knocked himself out or something."

Well, Iron Fist does look OK. His face doesn't have a hint of blue or green anywhere. No bruises, no cuts. Perfectly healthy.

"Are you sure you're OK?" I say, just to be on the safe side.

Iron Fist doesn't answer. Instead, he pukes all over my shoes. The stench of stale tofu reaches my nose. It's hard not to puke myself.

"I told you," I tell Ava.

"Whatever," she scoffs. "Walk him back to his room."

She is so bossy. Spiderman do this. Spiderman do that. Last time I checked, I was the team leader.

I do what she says anyway. I sling his arm over my shoulder and aid him through the door of the Training Centre. When the door automatically closes behind us, I start talking to him.

"So… bad tofu, I'm guessing," I joke. I'm not really good at conversation starters.

"I am dearly sorry for vomiting on your shoes," he apologizes.

I look back at the door of the Training Centre to see that I'm leaving footprints of Iron Fist's upchuck. Gross!

At least, it's removing itself off my feet. The stains are Fury's problem.

"Don't sweat about it," I comfort. "I'm sure we've all thrown up on people's shoes for no apparent reason before."

I decide against asking him about that argument he had with Luke and why he looks so glum.

"Want to tell me the real reason why you were collapsed in your room?" I ask instead.

There's another pause. Iron Fist's gaze leaves mine. What is he thinking about?

"I-I have done things," he begins. "… Terrible things to people who find them terrible. And now I must pay the price of someone else's folly."

I blink twice hoping he'll repeat that in English.

"You lost me," I admit.

"As I thought you would," he says to himself. "It is hard to explain something I do not fully acknowledge myself."

"Hold on! Why are you fainting and throwing up about something you don't understand?" I ask, utterly confused.

"That is a mystery to myself as well." He smiles to himself. Creepy!

"Danny, enough secrets!" I order. "If there's something going on, you know that we're here for you. We can help."

We reach Iron Fist's door in the cabin section of the strata-carrier (a sky variant of the tri-carrier. Look it up.)

"That is the thing," Iron Fist utters. "You cannot help. The inevitable fate is not the same as destiny… but it cannot be changed either."

He walks into his room with ease without my help. OK, now I am definitely confused.

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