❝ Will you please stop moving your leg down there?! ❞

✧ CAUGHT IN WEBS ✧

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(Y/N) (L/N)

PETER CAN'T SEEM TO SWALLOW THE FACT THAT I KISSED HIM. I mean, it was just a kiss. It's not even a kiss, it's just an 'I need to get away from you' which worked, apparently.

"I can't believe we kissed." I heard Peter muttering to himself as we exit the previous room we were in.

"Stop making it weird, Parker," I whispered to him as I pinched his arm. "Hey, ow!" He winced.

"What's 'weird'?" Ned suddenly asked since he had no clue what we were doing behind back.

"NOTHING!" We both said in unison. So much for hiding.

Ned brushes off the thought immediately after seeing our panicked faces before going back to the original topic. "First, we put the glowy thing in the mass spectrometer."

"We gotta come up with a better name than 'glowy thingy.'". Peter suggested. "It's literally a Chitauri Energy Core," I stated.

"It's difficult to remember and hard to say," Ned mentioned while I lowered my brows.

Suddenly, from the end of the hallway, we saw two familiar men appear into our view. And both Peter and I immediately recognized those men as the ones from last night.

"Crap." Peter cursed as he pulled me with him in the other direction to hide from the dangerous strangers that would enclose our identities.

"Come on, come on, come on," Peter called out to Ned, who seemed confused to realize what was happening.

"High schools creep me out. They got this funny smell, you know?" One of the men complained as they continued to walk straight towards our original way.

It's either weed, piss, and body odor or all things at the same time.

"Hey, that's one of the guys that tried to kill me and (Y/N)." Peter made it clear to his best friend that they were bad guys and he shouldn't be involved with any of this. "We gotta get out of here," Ned suggested, looking quite scared.

"I'm following them." I proposed while Peter was quick to disagree with my offer. "No, no, no. I'll be the one to do it. You go with Ned and find a place where it's safe." He advised even though he knows that I was too stubborn to even recognize the danger I will put myself in.

"Hell no. You and I started this, we gotta know who's the guy who dropped us in the lake." I said sternly, with a low voice.

"You guys were dropped into a lake?!" Ned said, surprised.

"Yeah, it was not good," Peter added.

"I'm going," I said before walking towards the room that the two men went in while Peter tried to stop me.

He failed so he had no choice but to follow up behind me.

We lowered our stance and were careful with our footsteps once we went down into the area. My stealthiness improved when I would try to steal one of Stark's stuff so god bless me for that.

"Can you imagine what the boss would say if he knew where we were?" The one with a black cap spoke as he searches down below the tables. "It's saying there was an energy pulse here." The other informed.

With our presence clear into their view, both of us have needed to hide from the two.

"There's no sign of the weapon. And even if it was here, now it's gone." The black man started moving in an ungainly manner which made me unable to think straight because I guessed that at any moment he would turn his head towards us.

But before he could get a chance to take a glimpse of us, Peter suddenly dragged me inside of what it seems to be an old locker for cleaning appliances.

A locker that was sitting around the corner of the room that always has this weird aura surrounding it. Like you could dump a dead body inside or something.

With the locker's door shutting, the clanging sound reverberates into the room, immediately getting the attention of the two.

From the tenseness of this situation, our heavy breaths combined together in the small space we occupied. Peter kept his tight gripped on both of my arms, refraining me from struggling or doing unnecessary movements while he stayed completely still.

But the one that really bothered me was how little the gap between us. We were in a complicated position, but for this matter, I shouldn't complain. His right leg is literally between my legs and it's seriously making me nervous.

'What the fuck I wanna decompose right now, get me out of here.'

"Shit," I muttered as both Peter and I took a glimpse of what was outside of the locker hole. Luckily, for its old state, the punctured vertical lines grew out the past year that it has been here, leaving us enough room to see clearly what was outside.

The two men slowly started to approach our way. We needed a distraction.

From our small peek hole, I could see the sharpening machine and decided to turn it on using my powers.

It turned on and it successfully shifted their attention to it due to its loud noise. "Shut that down, you idiot! Before someone comes and finds us here!" The one holding a peculiar gadget ordered to his partner.

"You know what, let's just leave." The man suggested while the other agreed after managing to turn off the instrument.

As they went upstairs, Peter had the intention to keep on track with the two. And with that, with his perfect timing and sensory perception, he shoots out the spider-like tracker onto the man's foot as it crawled up to its ankle with the guy not feeling a thing.

As soon as we heard their footsteps and their chatter going further for us to perceive, we took a sigh of relief.

"Now, what?" I questioned. And at this moment, I just realized once again how little space we had in between us.

The locker smelled like intense chemicals, but with Peter's scent, it was occupying the air that we were breathing. "Since when did you use perfumes?" I questioned despite under this complicated circumstance.

"When you said you liked guys that smelled nice." He revealed while he quickly covered his mouth, instantly regretting saying the truth.

"I-I mean, well, you know? I have to take notes just in case." He followed up with a shaky voice while I hushed him.

"You know I'd love to hear more of your nonsense talking but I can't open the freaking locker," I informed him while he blinked and brings his hands into the handle.

Yep. It was locked.

"Use your powers, Ms. (Y/N)."

"Peter, this is a locker."

"Right."

We can't just destroy this. I can literally break this in half, but this is school property and there's a chance I'd slice Peter in half as well. As for him, he could also probably just open it by force, but with not enough momentum to make a punch or kick, it would be impossible.

With the tight space, we continued to push each other. My breathing was getting shorter along with Peter's; And it was sounding like... something else.

"Call Ned," I advised, while Peter struggled to reach for his phone behind his pocket.

Peter's hands just went back, resting on the wall beside me. "C-Can you reach it for me?" He asked bashfully, while I just groaned in annoyance.

"Oh, for Pete's sake! If you just let me go here by myself in the first place then maybe the plan would have been executed—"

"A-Ack! U-Uhm... (Y/N) that's not my phone you're holding." Peter suddenly lets out a short whimper when I accidentally touched something I shouldn't be touching.

"S-Sorry!" My hand quickly shifted its position to another area, alarmed due to the fact that I had just touched his no-no square.

'I'm currently traumatized right now.'

With Peter being flustered, he started adjusting his position, which prevented me from reaching his behind. "Peter! Will you stop moving—A-Ah! P-Peter, what the hell! S-Stop moving your leg, you idiot!" I gasped once I felt his leg made contact with my inner thigh.

It was unintentional since he was squirming.

"H-Hold on, I'll try to get us out." He said as he began to hit our surroundings with the side of his fist.

His knee continued to glide up while I started to struggle and feel my cheeks heat up with the weird sensation tingling in my body. "Will you please stop moving your leg down there?!" And finally, he did.

Literal chaos for a whole 10 seconds. This is humiliating.

Once he realized what he was doing to me, he gulped.

"S-Sorry..." He apologized. He swallowed before looking away. He doesn't have the guts to make eye contact with me in this position.

I reached out for his phone behind his pockets and managed to dial Ned using my technopathy. "If you could control cellphones, why didn't you just use your mind or something to control it?"

"Complicated things such as laptops and phones are too hard for me. They give me headaches... It's easier if I touch it." I explained. "And since your phone has a freaking password, I need to gain access."

The call was answered.

"Hey, guys, where are you? I think they're gone now." Ned updated us.

"Uhm, yeah, we need a bit of help," Peter spoke.

"Help? W-Who? Me?" Ned questioned, making sure what he heard was correct.

"Yeah, we're stuck in a locker," Peter informed trying his best to take his leg off between my thighs. And with my leg starting to weaken, I just gave up and sat on it.

"What now?" Ned's tone was puzzled.

Peter's knee slides up again while I let out a short groan. "W-Who locked you guys in?"

"It's complicated it all started when--" Peter was caught off when I went off.

"JUST GET THE HELL DOWN HERE, NED!" I screamed before ending the call.

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Fun Fact: Peter nicknamed (Y/N) 'Mami' on his phone while she nicknamed him 'Papi' for fun. (They don't know and it's a coincidence they had matching contact names.)

A/N: IM DOING MY MATHS UGHHH

QOTD: What's a silly name that friends/families call you?

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