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I scrolled through my laptop and sighed after no results of finding a good job. "Hey guys," I said to my friends, Peter, Ned and MJ who were currently in my living room with me. "Whoever can find me a job gets..." I looked around for something that can be worth a bribe.

"This beautiful vase!" I said as I picked up my mother's old flower vase that was the center piece of our coffee table. MJ just gave me an unamused expression before going back to her reading. "I don't know if I'll be of much help, but can I keep the vase?" Ned asks.

Peter and I exchange looks and I shook my head with a smirk, placing it back down on the table. "This is just useless," I sigh, hanging my head in defeat as I closed up my laptop. "All these jobs require me to have special skills! I don't have any special skills." I add with a frown.

"You're good at playing video games," Ned commented. "Is that really a special skill though?" I ask, and he shrugged in response, continuing to fiddle around with Peter's Star Wars LEGO Death Star he had in his hands at the moment.

"You're good at singing," Peter suggested, receiving a "meh" from MJ, who wasn't even looking up from her book. I sighed, knowing that was true. "What am I gonna do? How did all you guys get jobs? This is so not fair." I whined, slumping back in the seat on my couch as I placed my hands onto my face.

"Hey, it's ok, (y/n). I'm sure you'll find something soon." Peter gave me an assuring smile as he placed his hand on my thigh in a comforting manner. I felt a jolt of electricity throughout my body at his touch, feeling myself blushing slightly.

I've always had a mega crush on Peter. Yes, I know you're not supposed to technically crush on your best friend but with him I just can't help it. I've had feelings for about four years now but never had the guts to tell him. I don't know what it is about him that makes him so damn attractive, maybe his brown hair, or his beautiful eyes, or his charming smile...I could go on forever. But the sad part about this is, I don't know if he feels the same for me.

There's rumors floating around that he still likes Liz, or is currently crushing on MJ. Or both.

I gave him a small smile in return as I placed down my laptop on the coffee table and turned on the news which happened to be explaining that the Avengers had just finally captured Loki and sent him to prison, showing video clips of the fight.

"Wow, did you see what Tony Stark just did??" Ned commented excitedly, leaning in closer to the TV, suddenly interested.

"Yeah, it would be awesome if I would be able to work for those guys. But you probably require tons of special skills to be on the Avengers," I added quietly, fiddling with the hair tie that was in between my fingers from which I pulled out of my hair earlier.

I exchanged a small smirk with Peter as he looked deep in thought. "What's wrong?" I asked him with concern. "Nothing," He said instantly, shaking himself out of his little trans. "You sure?" I ask again, just to be sure.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, (y/n). Why would something be wrong?" He asks as he starts to get up. I looked at him suspiciously upon his nervous behavior. He was definitely hiding something.

He then whips out his phone from his pocket and raced for the front door. "Well, I-I gotta g-go, I'll see you later you guys," He said quickly, suddenly leaving. "That was weird, but okay," I said with a shrug.

"It's Peter. Is anything new?" MJ commented, and I shrugged in agreement. Maybe I should follow him, I wondered. I think he's hiding something...

"I'll be right back you guys, I realized I left my backpack in my car..." I said, hoping they would buy the excuse.

"Ok," Ned said, and MJ just gave a shrug as she turned her page in her book. I quickly went out the door, just seeing Peter race around the corner, looking worried.

He whipped out his phone and began typing, probably texting someone. "Come on, Peter! I'm supposed to be fashionably late, not embarrassingly late!" A familiar voice said, and I raced around the corner.

Is that...Tony Stark? I took a peek around the corner once again as I heard Tony's Iron Man suit roar to life, staring in shock. "Wow..." I mumbled, watching as Peter places on his Spiderman mask over his head. Wait...Peter Parker is Spiderman?!

First of all, AWESOME! Secondly, WHY has he never told me this?! I'm his best friend, I deserve to know! Tomorrow, he and I are gonna have a long talk about this!
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A/N: wow this was a long chapter!!! Anyway, welcome to my first official Peter Parker fanfic that I hope to stick to writing, which I probably will finish this book. I hope lol. Anyway, keep me motivated to write this by commenting!! Thanks for reading!!!