❝ Why are you teenagers so obsessed with fame? ❞

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(Y/N) (L/N)

IT'S FUNNY THAT I STILL HAVE TO GO TO THIS PARTY because Peter will be here. The worst possibilities of outcome are flooding my mind and have literally bothered me the entire day.

No, I'm not a simp. I'm a professional.

If I stopped Peter by force, he'll think I'm just jealous and Ned won't shut the fuck up about how I'm pissed about it, and if I don't do anything Tony is going to forget I was his daughter and send me to lifelong rehab.

"(Y/N)! You're finally here!" Liz cheerfully greeted me as she holds onto her drink while giving me a half hug.

"Haha. Yeah." I did my best to sound as happy as her. "Anyway, we have pink lemonade in the kitchen, I prepared it for you since you told me you don't drink soft drinks."

'That's actually very sweet of her.'

"Oh, um. Thank you, Liz. I'll go get one right now." I smiled as I head onto the other side of the hallway.

Her house was spacious and was enough to probably fit every student in Midtown. Half of the people here were trying to prove themselves that they can be a part of this kind of atmosphere while the other half was just... something else.

Since I barely remember the names of students in my class, I just sat quietly on a couch with a deadpan look trying to find Peter amongst the crowd.

Suddenly a male student sat beside me and started a conversation where I just kept bopping my head.

"Your place or mine?" He questioned, thinking that I agreed with his offer.

"Both. You go yours and I'll go with mine." I declared finally having the energy to walk-off and go to another area where I could judge everybody silently.

'This girl has new boyfriends every week—This one is gay but doesn't admit it—This man's dick pic was literally in a group chat—And this one is... Oh, it's him.'

"I thought you said you weren't gonna come?" Peter approached me with full energy, a smile slowly form its way onto his lips.

"Well, I changed my mind," I replied simply trying to end the discussion.

"Were you worried about me?" He teased with the same grin plastered on his face.

"No! As if I'd be wasting my precious time trying to look out for your stupid ass." I groaned and gave out a disgusted look, which only made the boy in front of me snicker in disbelief.

"You're so cute when you're flustered, Ms. (Y/N)." He commented.

"What?" I didn't hear him.

"It's nothing." He answered back awkwardly before passing my way.

But before he could move on to another place, I grabbed his arm. I pulled him towards me harshly, making him trip with his own foot as I forced him to come with me to a nearby bathroom so we could talk privately.

"Woohoo! Go, Peter!" Someone from the mob of teenagers yelled once they saw us enter the bathroom. Because of that, we caught everyone's attention as they all started whispering. They literally misunderstood the whole situation.

"What's up, Penis Parker!" At the DJ booth is where Flash was since he was in charge of the music. At times, I would just ignore everyone's mean remarks, but there's just something about this guy that makes me want to throw him acid.

I stopped in my movement and faced Flash with the deadliest look I could make of. My grip on Peter tightens, making the boy wince a bit. "Um... (Y/N)..?" Peter called out.

One thing I also hate about Peter Parker is that he doesn't fight back. Like what the hell, beat his ass or something, you're Spider-Man for fuck's sake.

With my uncontrolled and gathered fury, I used my power. My eyes glowed bright purple for a moment as one of the wires of his sound mixer just caused a short circuit which made the loud, obnoxious music stop in my command.

Flash panicked and quickly jumped out of a booth with a girly scream as I head on to our destination.

As soon as we entered the bathroom, I locked the door from behind and glared at Peter before coming closer as I unbuttoned his blouse, which set him off to trepidation.

"H-Hey what are you d-doing?" He asked with a shaky voice as I forced him to comply with my actions.

I raised the bottom hem of his shirt and found that he was already wearing his Spider suit inside. I backed off and raised a brow, waiting for an explanation.

"I'm going to... You know, suit up..?"

"And what?!"

This bastard was lucky enough to get a suit made by my Dad and he was going to use it for his advantage to earn everyone's validation and to fit in the school popularity delusions. What a joke.

Peter gulped, knowing well that I will give another one of my nagging.

"Why are you teenagers so obsessed with fame?" I asked. I've come across a life where everything about me was private. It's not worth it to showcase who you are.

"You have the privilege to wear this suit and fight crimes... What the hell does this party have to do with you being Spider-Man?" I stated as the jealousy that I buried within me started to rise again.

"I-I'm—I just—The thing that happened in the gym--"

"There's no point of proving everyone here that you're friends with a hero."

I know that Peter is a gullible guy basically, everyone makes fun of him. He just wasn't planning to impress the girl of his dreams, but also every student present here.

"Are you mad at me?" Peter questioned, genuinely scared over my reaction to the whole thing. And let me tell you, I instantly became soft.

"Ugh... Of course not Peter..." I said as my voice got less tense. I managed the bridge of my nose as I sat down on the bathtub.

"I'll give you a choice Peter... Either you don't do this and have your hero dignity or be like anybody else who's hungry for their reputation."

'What the hell am I doing..? I should have just stopped him.'

I trust Peter on this one. I wouldn't wanna control him on something he should decide for himself, whether it's going to change his life or not. In the end, I just hope he'll choose the right thing to do as a hero and as a highschool boy.

Even though I know that Tony will kill me if ever an accident might happen and he will be exposed as the Spider-Man.

"You're a loser, Parker," I said as I left the room, leaving him to think over his silly plans with Ned.

I can't help but feel bitter. How could he?

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Peter will most likely not take my advice. Seeing him outside of the house just proved my point that he really didn't. What a disappointment.

But may I just asked why the couch smells like piss? I'm sorry that was really out of context, but what the hell.

I just wished Liz had a dog so that I won't have to pretend that I'm interested in all of these boys since all they ever wanted was a sexy time, which is rather something else for someone at a minor age.

I head outside towards the balcony to watch for any signs of Peter or Spider-Man swinging up into the air; And for the past few minutes, nothing has occurred yet.

And if ever he chose to show-off I'm here to make sure his identity won't be revealed in some way.

As I was gazing out to the empty trees, from afar I saw an explosion of blue shading which was odd since ignition that big is impossible to have a vibrant color. Something weird was going on nearby.

I fought for my urge to go to that area where it has occurred since I have to stay for Peter. Or do I have to?

If ever there was some villainy mischief happening there and I'd be able to stop it... Maybe Tony Stark will rethink again of making me join the Avengers...

You know what? Fuck it. I'm gonna check it out.

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Fun Fact: Peter once approached (Y/N)'s group of friends to ask her favorite food.

A/N: i have no idea what to say its 5 AM good night

QOTD: What's the weirdest experience you had in Highschool?

a cobra was in our direction back to our classroom so the whole class literally just ran for it including me