❝ You won't fall... Just trust me. ❞

✧ CAUGHT IN WEBS ✧

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(Y/N) (L/N)

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT PETER QUIT ALL OF HIS AFTER-SCHOOL ACTIVITIES. I memorized everything that he does that's why I know.

"Peter, it's nationals. Is there no way you could take one weekend off?"

And oh yeah, planted a hearing tracker.

"I can't go to Washington. If Mr. Stark needs me, I have to make sure that I'm here."

Yeah, right, Parker.

But I guess he's using it as a reason so he could spend more time watching the City.

Everyone in the other room began to argue about Peter's schedule. For damn sure, soon he will be quitting his school decathlon team for the sake of joining the Avengers, which I see happening.

He was really into this superhero thing that even left marching band and robotics club.

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As soon as the bell rang, I head on to in front of the door of where he was going to come out.

"Hey, Peter." I greeted him.

"Ah!—Oh, h-hey, (Y/N)." Peter stumbled a bit before proceeding with his walk. A walk that anyone could tell he was up to something.

"Where do you think you're going Spider-Boy?" I fasten my pace and blocked him at front making him stop in his tracks.

I leaned closer to the boy which made his head inched backward as he tightly holds his backpack's straps in a nervous manner. "W-What do you mean? I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Quit it, Parker. Even a 6th grader could tell pretend under your act." I uttered.

'I need to stop him so I could check up on his physical and mental state.'

"Okay, okay... It's been always my duty to save the world and stuff, and you know it's been like a daily routine—"

'Stop him.'

"I'm coming with you."

'WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME.'

"And supposedly today is—What? C-Come with me?" Peter has his eyes on me again and was fidgeting.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Are you sure? I mean like... Technically, you are an agent and we could work some things out I guess... W-Wait, why are you coming with me again?" He questions again.

"Uhm. Yeah, I needed to study your overall fitness state and how much help you do for the city... And I'm checking if you could keep up as a hero." I lied, but in some part, yes, it is a reasonable explanation if I were to study more of him.

My only mission was to protect him. Following him anonymously is tiring. Maybe if I could just come with him it would be a much easier task.

"Well... For Nick Fury." He said before pulling me with him and running to the backdoor's exit.

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"Uhm. Where are we going, Peter?"

Peter still had his hands wrapped around mine. The way he squeezed onto it made me quiver from time to time since I was well aware of his inhumane super strength.

According to Tony, Peter had potential and was quite the guy out on the battlefield with Captain America. I found it surprising that Peter haven't told me yet about his fight with America in Berlin.

"I'm just gonna buy a sandwich and we'll be heading off." He explained before opening the entrance of the store.

"What's up, Mr. Delmar?" Peter greeted to the man at the cashier as he grabs Gurley's Gummy Worm from the aisle.

"Hey, Mr. Parker. Number five, right?" The clerk just behind the guy who was in his mid-50s or 60s asked. Guess he's a daily customer for this pretty shop.

"Yeah, um, and with pickles, and can you smush it down real flat? Thanks." Peter ordered. "Uhm, what about you, Ms. (Y/N)? I have an extra 5 with me." He explained, showing me his wallet.

"Same as yours but no pickles."

"No pickles?!" He expresses in utter shock.

"Why did you sound as if I committed mass murder... And pickles ugh."

"Pickles are nice." He defended.

As soon as both of us ended our small feud, the male over-the-counter spoke. "How's your aunt?" Mr. Delmar suddenly mentioned.

'Yeah, I definitely saw it coming.'

"Yeah, she's all right."

"La tía de é les una italiana muy bellissima." Mr. Delmar revealed to the clerk behind him. I snorted at his comment because they have the audacity to talk about Peter's aunt just in front of him.

"¿Cómo está tu hija, eh?" Peter responded back with a smirk which made me shot a look at him. If I can recall, he was also taking Spanish classes.

And what the hell, why would he say that to the Dad. Guess they're even now.

I understood what they both said. Say 'thank you' to the man in a suit that made me learn 7 languages.

Delmar's grin faded. "15 dollars."

"It's 10 dollars." Peter complained, pointing to the posters above of the prices.

"For that comment, 15 dollars... An extra 5 more for saying that in front of your girlfriend." He added wherein I gave him a satisfied grin.

"Hey, come on. I'm joking. I'm joking." Peter justified.

"Gonna introduce me to your girl or not?" Mr. Delmar pointed at me as he grabs the money from the teenager's hand.

"Oh, yeah, she's not my girlfriend haha." Peter awkwardly laughs as he scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

"But erm, (Y/N) this is Mr. Delmar. Mr. Delmar, (Y/N)."

"She doesn't look too happy with that comment. What's with the physical contact then?" He pointed to our intertwined fingers. And no, I'm not mad; I just have a resting bitch face.

Peter's hands are so comfortable I genuinely forgot that he was holding them.

Peter quickly pulled away and gave another awkward giggle as I bit my tongue in shame. He decided to come closer to the cat hanging out above the counter to make the atmosphere friendlier like before.

He went back to our spot after giving the cat a pat.

"So, how's school?" Mr. Delmar questioned.

"Ah, you know. it's boring. Got better things to do."

"Stay in school, kids. Otherwise, you're gonna end up like me." Mr. Delmar advised to the two of us.

"This is great," Peter responded, looking around and letting him realize that this place is special. And to e honest, I don't mind having this kind of life.

"Well, best sandwiches in Queens. Enjoy the rest of the day, you two." He smiled.

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They both exited the area as soon as they got the sandwiches. At first, she thought they were going to take a break, but he proceeded to enter a ditched way where trashcans were dumped.

"Aren't we going to eat?"

"I don't suggest eating a meal before swinging in New York, you know?" Peter stated before heading inside an empty alleyway as (Y/N) followed him from behind.

He started undressing, he didn't even hesitate to remove his pants in front of a girl. She turned around the moment she saw his clear bareback. 'That shit looked softer than my face, what the hell.'

"Woah! Woah—Woah... You know, Parker, I don't know if you're trying to seduce me or you're just heedless ."

"H-Huh what do you mean?" Peter is the most oblivious boy she has ever met.

"You pull me into this alleyway and suddenly start removing your clothes," She claimed, fighting her urge to look back at his rear muscles from behind because girl, who wouldn't?

"Where else do you want me to change?"

'Since we're alone here, wouldn't it be like awesome if we were to fu—What is with my irrational thoughts?!' (Y/N) complained to herself. They've been getting worse the past few days.

A few more seconds passed before Peter told her she could turn around. He was in his full suit. It was her time seeing him in it that it sent shivers down her spine because of how exalted he looked; It made her fold.

"No need to be scared. It's the same old Peter!" Peter chuckled after seeing her troubled look she didn't realize she has the entire time.

"I'm not scared, I'm j-just—"

'Shit. I can't think of a comeback.'

"Moving on!" She stuttered while he gave a short giggle.

Peter throws his bag to the side and webs it at the right time to stick it on the large trash bin. "You ready?" He suddenly questions.

"Ready for what?"

"You said you needed to be with me so it's going to be a bumpy ride, Ms. (Y/N)... So let's go." Peter positioned his hand as if indicating that she should hop in and be lifted bridal style.

"W-What are you doing?"

"I'm going to carry you," He informed, motioning her to come closer.

"H-Hey wait! Have you done this before?" (Y/N) guarded not quite a fan of the idea of him carrying her.

"Well, it's worth trying for," Peter suggested as he did some little exercises and twist for his waist and ankles.

"So, you haven't."

'Shoot. Right, I can't use my powers, so we really had to do it this way.'

"Pft. What's the worst thing that could happen." Peter shrugged and ignores all the worst possibilities that could happen to the scared female.

"I don't know?! Like me falling to my death or something, you dimwit?!" She argued the obvious.

"You won't fall... Just trust me." He offered his hand with an uplifting tone. She could tell that he held that sweet smile even behind that Spider-Man mask.

"I swear to God Peter if you drop me—AHHHH!" Before she could even finish her sentence, he got impatient and decided to sweep her off the ground like she scaled nothing.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" She screamed as she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, not daring herself to even look down.

And they were off.

Skydiving up into the air like they weighed a feather. Humidity prevented (Y/N) from throwing up but every time he would swing it's like her soul leaves her body every now and then. At least there's one thing that she could confirm with this; Swinging is worse than flying.

Flying would be gliding into air and swinging was like being sling shotted everywhere; It's much more terrifying.

"S-See? it's not that bad." Peter comforted as he grunted on every swing he did. Yet, he did this thing so flawlessly.

"Not that bad?! We're 100 feet above the ground!" (Y/N) went back to stacking her face against Peter's chest once she took a peek of the road below.

Peter noticed how clingy she got and was secretly enjoying this moment with her everything pressed against him, it was driving him wild inside his mind. He didn't want to take advantage of her in this way but subconsciously he was loving it all second of it.

Every moment felt like they were about to hit the people down below.

"It's like I'm the one looking out for you now, huh?" Peter pokes fun at the statement wherein she said she was supposed to 'babysit' him. "Don't faint on me, we still have our snacks to eat you know!" He cheerfully reminded.

"Shut up, Peter. The only thing you'd be receiving after this is a knuckle sandwich!"

Peter found offense to what she just said and purposely loosened his grip onto her waist. (Y/N) felt the compression of his hand lighten as she immediately hugs him tighter, even preventing him from taking his arms further into action with his swinging.

'She literally looks like a princess. Ahh~ I'm in heaven.' Peter thought as he watched the frightened girl pressed against his chest.

He brushed off his thought when an image of Liz popped into his mind. It was wrong; He likes Liz now.

He did have a crush on (Y/N) at some point, but that was when she was known as 'Camille'. He thought that since he and she are friends now, he just couldn't just take this perfect chance to be with her. He couldn't use her for his own satisfaction.

(Y/N) knew that Peter noticed her odd behavior once he looked down to her frame to make sure she was okay.

"This is really out of character for you, Ms. (Y/N)." Peter finally commented, which infuriated the hot-tempered girl again. He too was beginning to get flustered over this scenario they were currently having.

Cause for Peter; This memory will forever be in his heart.

"Ya' think?!"

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Fun Fact: Peter and (Y/N) save seats for eachother on their side whenever they get to have the same class.

A/N: lmAo i passed my dream school goodnigHt 💅✨

QOTD: What's an embarrassing moment that you could ever forget?

my whole family went inside an 'on-air' area somewhere in Akihabara LMAO THE CREW GOT MAD SMHUIGWRUFG its so funny and embarrassing