❝ So, it's an aromantic relationship and you guys just like to make out for fun in the janitor's closet or something after class? ❞

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(Y/N) (L/N)

PETER COULDN'T STOP APOLOGIZING OF WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN US in the locker. It's literally better if he didn't bring it up and we'd just agree it never happened.

With that passing and having to successfully plant the tracker up to the man's sleeve, Peter decided to cancel out his daily routine after dismissal and decided to invite us in his apartment so we could talk about more of the glowy thing—I mean the energy core. Jesus.

I already texted Happy about me staying at Parker and he just seen zoned me which often means an 'okay'.

"This is so awesome," Ned said, mesmerized by the hologram map of the location of the strangers.

"I know, right?" Peter said in a low voice, jumping onto the bed next to me. "They're in Brooklyn."

I'm fighting the urge whether to tell Dad about my little team-up mission with Spider-Man. He knows about the weapon problem and he doesn't seem to give a damn about the whole thing.

Suddenly, a single chip comes into view with Peter holding on to it. "Hey, you okay?" Peter asked, concerned, while also trying to offer me a Dorito.

I took the chip with my mouth and replied. "Y-Yeah, don't worry about it."

"I-Is this about the thing earlier? I-I'm sorry, it's kind of a tight space so—"

"Let's not talk about that ever again."

"Staten Island," Ned muttered to himself as he continued to be fascinated over the techy map.

"That reminds me... Can you show me your power, (Y/N)?" Ned turned his head to face me and Peter, who was feeding me Doritos casually.

"Yeah! That would be so cool! I never really saw like the exact ways of your ability." Peter mentioned excitedly as he jumped down smoothly and instantly lying down the floor with a hand resting on his chin as he gazes up at me with loving eyes.

Peter always has that soft look on his face. He's an angel—I mean, what?

"Hm... Maybe a bit of preview wouldn't hurt." I giggled as I fixed my sleeves up to present get my hands into view.

Purple rays of small energy formed into my hand as they made crackling sounds. These were the stuff the shoots out when I use my beams.

Ned suddenly brings his index finger to the cackling sphered of psionic energy. Before I could warn him, he was already electrocuted. "That was weird." He said, acting surprised.

"Oh, yeah? What does it feel like?" Peter questioned, sitting down to reach for it and having the urge to try it for himself.

Seriously, these two.

"Ouch! Oof." Peter winced as he retreated back his fingers and waving the pain away. "Feels like I was electrocuted and burned at the same time," Ned informed blowing his fingertips to reduce the sting.

"Man, that's so awesome. Reminded me of that night when you attacked and kiss me." Peter suddenly blurts out while Ned darted a look at him and then at me.

"Uhm..." Peter and I both said in unison as we tried to come up with a lie.

"I know you guys are hooking up, it's okay," Ned said, giving a thumbs up and a smile.

"W-We aren't doing t-that! Besides, me and (Y/N) are just friends." Peter explained, which actually sent a stabbing sensation into my heart for some reason.

"So, it's an aromantic relationship and you guys just like to make out for fun in the janitor's closet or something after class?" Ned guessed which was clearly false. How can he say all of these without having a slight shame, he's doing this on purpose, I bet.

"N-No! Ms. (Y/N) would never do that!—I mean w-we're not dating or anything in the first place!" Peter's face was in full panic mode while I remained to have a deadpan look on my face.

To be honest, I don't mind making out with friends. Never done it before, what's the worst thing that could happen.

But I mean, it's all fun and games until you fall for the person.

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'Man, what the hell is wrong with me?'

Peter asked himself as they continued to wait for any go-signals of the presented map. Bad guys weren't the only problem he was dealing with today, but also his love life. Ever since he and (Y/N) became close, he just forgets to breathe sometimes when she's around.

'I like Liz. I like Liz. I like Liz. I like—'

An image of (Y/N) passed once again in his head.

"Agh! I hate myself!" He complained as crouches down in an upside-down position on the ceiling. He used to like her, but that was when she was 'Camille'; Camille was a different person and besides that, (Y/N) probably thought of him as a friend.

And at those times when he evidently tries to make every move just to touch her hand, that night when he kissed it and at the time where he taught her a handshake supposedly meant nothing.

At the time in the locker, he was going crazy on the inside that time. Something was rising, and he knows it ain't Jesus.

Ned fell asleep on the bottom of the double-decker bed while (Y/N) slept above.

Every time he would look at her, his chest was pounding. If only she knew what his heart would like when it comes to her. He always shrugs off the thought of them together. He reckons that it was just probably infatuation, considering they had lip contact before, which was completely chaste.

"Maybe... I just think she's pretty..?" There is never a day where Peter doesn't convince himself that he doesn't have a crush on his new girl best friend.

"Very pretty if that's the case." He said in awe, completely captivated by how careless and fragile she looked while sleeping.

He was sticking to the ceiling, walking around, and gathering his thoughts as he would always do.

"Dang... You look so soft and gorgeous I could just eat you up--Wait, no, that was weird. God, Peter you're weird." He spoke to himself, giving a light slap on his cheek to scold himself for saying his intrusive thoughts out loud.

The urge of lying next to her grew and grew until eventually he gave in and decided to come down onto the top bed where she was having her nap.

"(Y/N)... Who am I kidding? I don't even know anything about you." He whispered to her as he stared at her sleeping frame.

She looks so serene and brittle. He wanted her to be with him, but he doesn't want any danger coming on her way. Despite being aware of her mission and her status as an agent, he knew that she needed someone to look out for her too.

"You're so cute when you sleep." Peter's ever so soothing voice tickled (Y/N)'s resting face. With a trance state, his hand comes closer to her relaxed expression and places a strand of hair behind her ear tenderly.

"Why do I keep coming back to you?" Peter said with a sigh, as if the female was awake and had an answer for his question that he can only answer for himself.

With those muffled words of his, it was enough to wake up the girl lying just in front of him.

"Were you watching me sleep?" (Y/N) drowsiness completely disappeared as soon as she was welcomed with Peter's gaze when she opened her eyes. And the fact that he was next to her was what made sense.

"H-Huh? W-What? No! Of course not!" Peter denied with a shaky voice. He's good at lots of things, but lying wasn't one of them.

"You are, huh?" (Y/N) spoke, raising a brow as a light scoff escapes her lips in disbelief. "What? Am I too pretty for you? Sorry, I'm not really into creepy nerds who watch me sleep." She teased, trying to make the situation less embarrassing for Peter and more of her amusement.

"I mean... You are kinda cute." He admitted, trying to sound unconvincing.

Before (Y/N) could send a response to his horrible admiration for her appearance, Ned who was lying down, suddenly jolted the top half of his body as soon as he heard the beeping sound from the tracker's map.

"They stopped." He informed while Peter, straightens his body to face Ned, who was wearing his mask while still sticking on to the ceiling.

"Maryland?" Peter studied the figure. 'That's like 200 miles away.'

"What's there?" Ned questioned.

"I don't know... Evil lair? Heh." Peter snickered, excited about the thought.

"They have a lair?" Ned followed.

"A gang with alien guns run by a guy with wings? Yeah, they have a lair." Peter ended.

"How are you gonna get there? It's far from New York."

"I mean, the only chance you have is the decathlon but since you're not going you should sta—" (Y/N) quickly slapped her mouth shut once she saw the two's growing smiles.

"That actually a great idea. It's not far from D.C." Peter concluded while the woman at the top of the mattress immediately regretted giving him the idea to leave New York City.

'Shit.'

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Finally, the two men that were sent to search for the lost Chitauri Energy Core came back to their base with no success. But, despite these circumstances, they have made a very big discovery.

"Where the hell have you been?" Adrian Toomes asked as every word of his raised its tone. "Did you find the weapon?"

The two gulped and shook their head in a 'no'.

Adrian scoffed at their dwindled plan to do a simple task without having the call to fight somebody out in the field.

Wherever that weapon could be, all of them would be in big trouble.

"Boss."

"What?!" Adrian burst when his worker called since he was in the middle of despondency.

"Does the name, (Y/N) (L/N)? Sound familiar to you."

"Oh, that reminds me of the name you saw in Mid-Tow--" Before Randy could even finish his sentence, he was immediately shushed by Schultz.

For a moment, Adrian went quiet. The name sounded like he had an association with it before. A name that everyone forgot about and called it a 'conspiracy theory' for who knows why.

"(Y/N) (L/N)... Hm. That does ring a bell, the only thing I know about her is that she's Tony Stark's daughter—Anyway, I'm ordering Chinese for dinner, do you guys want anything—" Phin spoke from the computer as he continued to battle the urge to grab the potato chip from the table.

"Wait, repeat that again one more time," Adrian mentioned.

"Chinese for dinner?" Phin repeated, only to receive a scoff from his boss for his stupidity.

"No, you idiot, the other one."

"Ohhh... (Y/N) (L/N) is the daughter of Tony Stark, rumor has it that she wasn't killed after the 2010 incident and was instead continued to be raised by him," Phin stated, opening the bag of chips with no interest whatsoever of what was coming.

(Y/N) (L/N). A person consigned to oblivion. The infamous rumor about the daughter of Tony Stark that destroyed a part of the city many years back.

With this supposed alluded discovery of an exact name of the once acclaimed villain of the Avengers, Adrian concluded that debunked rumor from years ago was actually true.

Tony Stark really had a daughter. A criminal one—A murderer.

He had access to the newspaper so finding those old clippings of the girl attacking the city would be a piece of cake considering that it was one of the huge controversies of the well-known billionaire.

"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Adrian spoke with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Dumplings for dinner?"

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Fun Fact: Peter likes being called 'Spidey' and 'Spider-Boy' only when it comes from (Y/N).

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