Swing to the left, damnit! DX
Title: The Great Race
Author: Jett-chan
Fandom: Ultimate Spider-Man (for the most part)
Characters: Johnny Storm, Peter Parker, Susan Storm
Rating: PG
Summary: Webbing ready, fire set, and GO! (Written after many frustrating attempts at beating Johnny on the Ultimate Spider-Man video game. *holds up bloody thumbs* This is just my way of getting back at him. Pre-slash. Which means this focuses more on their friendship... rivalry... thing.)
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“Hey, Spider-brain! Wanna race?”
Peter looked up from his perch on one of New York’s many skyscrapers. A streak of flames flew past him before rounding back towards the building. Johnny Storm stopped mid-air in front of him, arms crossed.
“Didn’t I kick your ass pretty hard last time? For someone who’s able to fly, you suck.” Peter crossed his arms as well, despite the lack of wit on his part.
“Hey, hey! I was just… feeling feverish that day.” As soon as it left his mouth, Johnny winced.
“Feverish? Was that supposed to be funny?” The younger hero stood up straight. “Fine, I’ll humor you. Where to?” Johnny uncrossed his arms pointed a fiery finger in the direction behind him.
“To the very top of the Baxter Building. You up to it, Web-head?”
“Bring it, oh Great Fire Hazard.”
-READY-
*SET*
!!GO!!
Peter let loose his webbing, flinging himself off of the building with practiced technique. Over head he could hear the sounds of Johnny’s flames crackling as he sped up. Peter shot out another line, propelling himself forward with as much strength as he could muster without seeming desperate.
“What’s the matter, Spidey? Can’t take the heat?” Johnny taunted from above. Peter pulled himself up and swung higher.
“Gimme a break! You couldn’t start a grill!” Peter dodged a lamppost and continued to draw upwards. People on the ground were pointing at them both with excitement. Tourists were snapping pictures (that in all honesty wouldn’t come out very well, Peter’s inner photographer observed; maybe two blurred streaks, but that’s about it.) Peter took in his surroundings again to see the Baxter Building growing larger.
“Give it up! This one’s mine!” Johnny put on a burst of speed, arching towards the top of the skyscraper. Peter made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat as he continued to release his webbing, swinging higher and higher. Finally, once he’d risen up enough, he swung his legs forward, back, and then forward again, letting go of the web-line. He curled in on himself, making a ball as he propelled towards the building. He’d almost made it to the top when he landed against the sturdy glass wall. Looking back for a split-second he could see Johnny right behind him. He quickly let the wall go with his hands and ran towards the top.
“Damnit!” he heard Johnny curse behind him. Peter climbed the rest of the way and pulled himself up on the ledge. He bent down and jumped up as high as he could and grabbed a hold of the prism top of the Baxter Building.
Scores for the day:
Spidey: 1
Torch: 0
“Whoo! Man, I own you! The Human Torch? More like the Blow Torch! Ahaha!” Peter continued to laugh as Johnny huffed in his annoyance.
“Do over!” he yelled. Peter rolled up his mask halfway to wipe away his tears of laughter with a gloved hand.
“Do over? Which one of us is older again?”
“JOHNNY!”
Johnny and Peter looked over the edge of the building to see Sue sticking her head out of one of the many windows, megaphone in hand.
“Ah crap…”
“Johnny, if you got scorch marks on the walls again, you are in big trouble!”
“Oh, come on! It’s not my fault if Reed hasn’t finished fire proofing this whole place!”
“Haha!”
“Shut up, Web-head! It’s not funny!”
“Jonathan Spencer Storm!”
“Your middle name is Spencer?”
“Shut up!”
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I should be writing J/P doing the dirty, but everytime I try ,I find some excuse to stop. D: Like... renting Ultimate Spiderman. DX Damn you, Storm! T^T So yes, this was just me getting back at him for the pain. *has thumbs wrapped in gauze*