A Ghost of a Chance!

Normally, accepting the aide of an ally was something he detested, even more so if they were a complete stranger. However, Blake was in no position to argue and he knew that all to well. His mind grew a little fuzzy due to blood loss and focusing on his surroundings was becoming ever more difficult. As the spandex clad hero carried him through the streets, the directions of his house were getting harder to recall.



"Corner of Third avenue and Pine.... second house to the right" He responded, his strength growing weaker.



The exterior of the building appeared like all the other cookie cutter houses on the block, however, the inside was far from normal. It was soft, dim light main room with a hint of lavender and bamboo in the air. Calming chimes and a small waterfall whispered a relaxing tone. Apart from a simple television against the wall and a 3 seat sofa in the entry room, there was little furniture to be seen. Hung over a fireplace was what appeared to be an ancient katana. The craftsmanship and slight dulling of the metal easily dated it back hundreds of years to the time of the samurai.



Laying against the leather couch, he could feel his energy drain to to the point that keeping his eyes open was nearly impossible. The subtle noises blurred together before they disappeared and all he could hear was silence. What appeared to only be seconds to him passed before his body filled with life once more and his eyes opened. Throwing himself into a seating position, he was quickly reminded of the injury to his shoulder.



In an attempt to get a little more air into his lungs, the teen removed his face mask, revealing the face that went along with the lightning blue eyes. Normally, doing so would be a dangerous move to make after such a close call with death. However, seeing how the boy was yet to pass away, removing his concealment would not cause any additional problems.



"thank you," he responded to his savior as he attempted to sit up, despite the injury searing like a hot dagger, trying to get him to rest. "what is our next move?"

Spider-Man