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RIGHT AFTER THE bell rang, (Y/N) immediately grabbed her backpack and ran out of the school building, already knowing that everyone else took their time to come outside and that gave her the opportunity to use her powers to jump over the fence, blue mist escaping her fingers.

Peter caught up with her then, and they both made their way to a location they were familiar with, Delmar's Deli-Grocery, which served the best sandwiches in all Queens.

The small bell that rang when the door opened alerted Mr. Delmar of their presence, lifting his gaze from his hands up to face the two.

"Hey, Mr. Delmar," (Y/N) greeted politely.

"Hey, Miss Schmidt, Mr. Parker," Mr. Delmar replied back and (Y/N) only flashed him a small smile since she disappeared behind the small isles of the store, searching for her favorite candy.

When she spotted it, she moved back to the counter, where Peter was already standing, his own gummy bears in hand and ready to order his sandwich.

"Number five, right?" Mr. Delmar questioned.

"Yeah, um, and with pickles, and can you smush it down real flat? Thanks," Peter answered and raising his hands in the air to add effect to his words.

"Still don't get why you prefer it like that," (Y/N) made her presence known and placed the candy in the side of the counter.

"It adds flavor," Peter defended.

"Mmm-hmm."

"How's your aunt?" Mr. Delmar leaned on the counter and offered a slick smirk.

"Yeah, she's all right," Peter shifted uncomfortably in his feet, his arms crossed.

Mr. Delmar turned back to the other man working behind the counter and spoke up in Spanish. "She's a very hot Italian woman."

"How's your daughter?" Peter returned the smirk, and (Y/N) let out a laugh as the man behind the counter 'oohed' at the comeback.

Mr. Delmar didn't seem to like that answer, since he straightened up and opened the cash register with one hand, losing the interest he had before.

"Ten dollars," he said.

"It's five dollars," Peter defended.

"For that comment, 10 dollars," Mr. Delmar snapped.

"Hey, come on. I'm joking. I'm joking," Peter took out his wallet and offered a 5 dollar bill. "Here's 5 dollars."

He paid for his own stuff and (Y/N) was able to pay for her candy, placing the money on the counter as Mr. Delmar took it in his hands and gave her the change. "How's Kiara?"

"She's fine. But still busy with work," (Y/N) replied as she placed her wallet in her backpack.

Mr. Delmar nodded and Peter rejoined his spot besides (Y/N) after petting the cat on the back of the store, which he'd grown the habit of greeting every time he came there. "How's school?"

"Boring," they both answered.

"Got better things to do," Peter continued and earned a jab in the ribs from (Y/N).

"Stay in school, kids. Otherwise, you're gonna end up like me," Mr. Delmar signaled around the store.

"This is cool. Don't know what you're talking about," (Y/N) reassured.

"Best sandwiches in Queens," Mr. Delmar handed the wrapper with the sandwich inside, which Peter took in his hands with a smile.

The two rushed out of the store after biting their goodbyes to Mr. Delmar and tried their best to avoid crossing over the busy streets, already used to the obnoxious loud car honks from the city.

(Y/N) searched through for the familiar alley and sighed in relief when she found it, but her celebration was cut short when she saw Peter coming the same way.

"Ah, ah. You go find another alley," she said.

"Wha — "

"I don't want to see you in boxers again. Never in a million years," (Y/N) winced at the memory, remembering how she froze in place when it happened and wasn't able to speak up about it.

Peter flushed pink. "It was one time!"

"And that was enough. I called dibs on this one, bug boy," (Y/N) shooed him away and he faked offense, jogging away in a search for a different alley to change.

(Y/N) got deeper into the alley and hid behind a wall, pulling her backpack out of her shoulders and rummaging through it in search for her own suit, which was light in her hands.

It was black through the sleeves and down the legs, having blue details in the chest and the fingerless gloves. A mask was accompanied with it, the same shade of blue being the color of the mask, and also a pair of black boots.

Once she got ready and met Peter in his Spider-Man suit on a rooftop, both started the patrol they were too familiar with. Peter even caught eye of a man stealing a bike and stopped him before he could get too far, and he insisted in leaving a note after neither of them found the owner around.

(Y/N) and Peter were also used to doing races with their abilities, which consisted in her using her powers to levitate herself off the ground and him swinging around from building to building, wanting to see who was the fastest.

"Hey!" a street vendor called from below as (Y/N) and Peter caught their breaths from one of the races. "You're that spider guy and witch chick on YouTube, right?"

"Call me Spider-Man!"

"It's Blue Dame!"

"Okay, Spider-Man. Do a flip," The vendor yelled.

Peter did what he requested and backflipped in his same spot on the roof, earning a cheer from the man below.

"Hey, Blue Dame! Show us what you can do!" the man besides the vendor shouted this time, who was holding a boom box in his arms.

(Y/N) raised a hand and concentrated deeply, carefully lifting the hot-dog trailer that belonged to the vendor in the air, blue mist covering it. The surprised looks of the two men were difficult to hide, but she wasn't able to see the amazed look in Peter's eyes behind the mask.

"Yeah!"

After that, Peter swung over to a small neighborhood and landed on the top of a car, startling the man that was attempting to open the front car door. He webbed him in the face and pulled on the web to slam him with the car, which made the car alarm to go off.

(Y/N) noticed how people were starting to take a look in the situation from their windows and tried to call Peter's attention. "Uh, spider — "

"Shouldn't steal cars, it's bad," Peter didn't acknowledge her words and jumped down the car, feeling proud on what he had done.

"It's my car, dumbass!" the man snapped.

"Hey! Shut that off!" an elderly lady yelled from her window.

"Sorry, ma'am — "

"I was — "

"I work at nights. Come on, dude!" another person came through his window and called him out, an annoyed look in his face.

"That's not your car! That's his car!" a man said after he came out of the back door of a building.

"How was I supposed to know it was his car? He was putting that in the window!"

"Every day with these damn alarms!"

"Shut it off!"

"Don't make me come down there, you punk," an old man with sunglasses pointed a finger at him.

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(Y/N) RETURNED BACK to the alley where she'd left her backpack hidden and changed back to her original clothes after checking the hour. Kiara had told her at what hour she needed her back home tonight, so she made Peter swear that he wouldn't get into more trouble after she'd left.

(Y/N) got back to the apartment building and searched for the key, wasting seconds as she fiddled with the key and tried to fit it in the keyhole. She didn't listen to anyone behind the door and thought that Kiara wasn't home yet, but all those thoughts disappeared when she heard her talking to someone through the phone.

"She's fine. We're fine. Nothing to worry about," Kiara said. "Everything good back at the Sanctorum?"

(Y/N) frowned at her words, not caring about the key fitting inside the keyhole anymore, she was eavesdropping on a weird conversation.

"Yeah, yeah. She's going to be here soon. Talk to you later, Stephen," Kiara supposedly ended the call and (Y/N) took this as an opportunity to unlock the door and make her presence known.

She hung her key in the key hook on the wall and dropped her backpack on the floor, her nostrils getting filled by the delicious meal that Kiara had prepared for the both of them.

Kiara spent most of her time stuck in a boring job, that she'd never really shared with (Y/N) before, which meant that she didn't have enough time to spend her night cooking a large meal. One of her main hobbies was cooking and baking, but she decided to give it up professionally after getting the other job.

"Glad you're here. The food was getting cold," Kiara smiled affectionately at her. "How was your day?"

(Y/N) tried to erase what she just heard and offered a grin as she sat down on the table. "It was nice. School's boring as usual, though."

"Tell me about it," Kiara agreed, and sat right across from her. She grabbed a napkin from the table and reached out to clean some dirt out of (Y/N)'s face.

"Did you get in a fight again?" Kiara asked, worried.

"No, no. Just stabbed myself with a pencil, is all," (Y/N) cringed at her bad excuse, but it seemed that it went straight through her head.

"Mmm," Kiara hummed. "Isn't this good? I mean, I'm away at work all the time and that Tony Stark keeps you distracted all the time. Isn't it nice that we're spending time together?"

(Y/N) smiled. "It is, Kia."

Kiara fist-bumped the air. "Tell me what you have planned for the weekend and cancel it. We can have our movie night."

"Really?" (Y/N)'s eyes brightened.

Kiara nodded and the conversation was then tuned down by the noise of the TV across from the dining table, a news anchor talking through the screen.

"Delmar's Sandwiches was destroyed in an explosion earlier tonight after an ATM robbery was thwarted by Queen's own local crime stopper, the Spider-Man."

(Y/N) choked on her food and focused on the TV, listening to the rest of the news report.

"As the Spider-Man attempted to foil their heist, a powerful blast was set off, slicing through the bodega across the street. Miraculously, no one was harmed."

"You see something similar to this close to you, you run the opposite way, you understand?" Kiara said.

"Of course, you know me," (Y/N) nodded. "Would you excuse me for a second?"

"What — "

Kiara didn't finish her sentence as she was already moving from her seat. (Y/N) stood up from the table and rushed to her own room, almost slipping on the tiled floor as she opened her bedroom window and crawled outside of it, already having memorized which one of the others led to Peter's window after doing this routine for a long time.

(Y/N) opened the window and got inside, the noise of the window shutting closed alerting Peter, who was facing the door of the room with his suit still on.

He turned to face her and already knew what she was going to say, neither of them noticing that Ned was sitting in the bed of the room with a mouth open.

"What did you do?" she asked first.

"What? Nothing!" Peter chuckled nervously.

"I can read your mind, you idiot. I know you're hiding something."

"That's an invasion of privacy!"

"I told you to not get involved in anything!"

"I was trying to — "

Peter's defense was cut short when a loud noise interrupted them, the Lego Death Star slipping from Ned's hands as he tried to register what happened. (Y/N) reacted out of instinct and blue mist slowed down the impact from the object hitting the floor, leaving Ned in more shock.

"What was that?" May's voice asked from the outside of the room.

"Uh, it's nothing. Nothing," Peter replied, worried that she'd might walk in.

"You're the Spider-Man. And you're the Blue Dame. From YouTube," Ned gasped out from shock.

"It's not what it looks like — "

"I'm not. I'm not," Peter shook his head and pressed down on the black spider emblem in his chest, which made the suit go loose and drop down from his body.

"Dear god — " (Y/N) groaned and moved her head to the side, the corner of her eye catching Peter's toned stomach.

"You caught the legos in the air. You were on the ceiling," Ned pointed out to the two.

"No, I wasn't. Ned, what are you doing in my room?" Peter asked.

"May let me in. We were gonna finish the Death Star," Ned explained.

"You can't just bust into my room!" Peter exclaimed and the door behind him opened, making him jump back.

"Ha-ha. That turkey meatloaf recipe is a disaster. Let's go to dinner. Oh, (Y/N), didn't think you'll be here," May laughed and took notice of the girl's presence in the room. "Thai? Ned, you want Thai?"

"Yes — "

"No. He's got a thing," Peter shot him a look.

"A thing to do after," Ned followed on.

"Okay," May nodded. "Maybe put on some clothes."

When May closed the door behind her, Peter grabbed the first sweatshirt that he came across and slid it on his figure, jumping back from where he stood besides Ned.

"Oh, she doesn't know?" Ned questioned.

"No one does," (Y/N) said.

"Well, Mr. Stark knows because he made the both of us a suit. That's it," Peter added.

"Tony Stark made you that? Are you Avengers?" Ned whisper-yelled, not keeping his excitement at bay.

"No."

"Yeah."

(Y/N) and Peter exchanged a look, and she shook her head 'no' while he nodded his head in a 'yes', not sharing a same answer.

"Whoa," Ned grabbed onto the bunk bed behind him and processed the information.

"You can't tell anybody about this, okay? It's gotta be a secret," (Y/N) joined his side and lowered her tone.

"Secret? Why?"

"You know what she's like," Peter said. "If she finds out people try and kill me every night, she won't let me do this anymore. Come on, Ned, please."

"Okay, okay, okay," Ned nodded. "I'll level with you guys. I don't think I can't keep this a secret. It's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."

"Ned, May cannot know. I cannot do that to her right now. You know? I mean, everything that's happened with her, I — Please," Peter begged.

"Okay."

"Swear it, please," (Y/N) continued.

"I swear."

"Thank you."

"Yeah."

"I can't believe this is happening now," Peter buried his head in his hands.

"Tell me about it," (Y/N) already could tell this was a bad idea. It's not that she didn't trust Ned, but the thought of her and Peter's identity getting leaked because of people finding out worried her to no end. She wasn't sure what she would do.

"Can I try the suit on?" Ned asked.

"No."

"How's it work? Magnets? How do you shoot the strings?" Ned fired questions. "How did you get your powers, (Y/N)? Why do you read minds?"

"I'm gonna tell you at school tomorrow, okay?" Peter grabbed his shoulders and led him to the door.

"Great," Ned smiled but then stopped in his tracks. "Okay, well, wait, then. How do you do this and the Stark Internship?"

"Ned, sweetie, this is the Stark Internship," (Y/N) informed him.

"Oh."