I realized that I didn't do one of this cinnamon bun yet, so here you go.

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Peter Parker was a strange guy. Yeah okay, some people may think its because he's a nerd or he just hangs out with weird people and yeah maybe sometimes he ditches you at the worst times, but what I mean by weird is that, I just saw him flip a table into a thug.

I was walking to delmars when it had happened.

Just a simple, normal day after school. I was walking home but decided to pick up the best sandwich in queens. I had skipped lunch because there was a new girl today so I showed her around during lunch. She couldn't show up early for some reason so we couldn't do before school. So I was starved.

Yet still, I never got that sandwich.

I was just about to reach the small but amazing deli when I saw Peter from across the street. I was going to say hi since I knew him. We weren't close but I thought it would be nice. I hadn't even reached the door yet when a table was flung across the deli and slammed right into a man wearing black. It took me a moment to realize he was trying to steal money and wasn't just a customer.

His gun was knocked from his hand and skid across the floor. He was out of luck today. To be beaten by a highschooler must have been embarrassing. This thug who had probably been doing this for years, taken down by a flying table. Not quite the way I would like to go to jail.

Quickly a man that was in the deli had grabbed the thug and pinned him to the floor so he couldn't get back up. Thats when I entered the complex.

"Hey Peter. " I greeted him with a warm smile and a wave. His face immediately shifted from grim to friendly. He smiled, "Hey (Y/n), how are you?" He asked like he didn't just throw a table into a criminal.

"Oh y'know, just hanging around, nothing much." I answered, I glanced at the man holding down the thug. "How are you?" I asked Peter, turning to face him again.

"Oh, uh, good, good." He said quickly. His eyes were shifting from my face to the ground as he crossed his arms. His shyness was utterly adorable.

Suddnly there was commotion coming from the thug and the man holding him down. The thug had somehow gotten out of his grasp and shoved the man away from him.

He made a run for his gun and no one was close enough to grab him. He quickly picked up his gun and pointed it at all the people in the deli, which was about five. He shifted from person to person.

"Woah there buddy, your gonna shoot an eye out." Peter said putting his hands out like he was trying to calm an over energetic puppy.

The man scoffed, "thats kinda the idea." He said making his way toward the door. Before he reached the door though he noticed the cops were about to pull up and if he went out, he was a goner.

Somehow he had hastily made his way to me faster than anyone could have stopped and pressed his gun to my head and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. This day was going great.

"Now, you all are gonna let me leave and this pretty little thing will stay pretty. If not, well...." He was playing with my life here and it was really starting to piss me off. He came here throwing his gun around threatening lives and now he's going to do it again? He really was an idiot.

"Hey, hey! Why dont we just calm down here and let her go." Peter tried to reason. He had to know that wasnt going to work right? There was no way he was going to let me go and think he can go Scott free?

Peter probably had a plan or was thinking of one, he was a smart kid I knew that. But me being me I was done with this gun being pressed against my head and having my life debated.

So I grabbed his arm, bent over and kicked his legs. With the momentum of my kicking him I slung him over my back and slammed him into the floor. He grunted and wheezed out of breath. I had definitely knocked the hair out of him.

I grabbed his gun and pointed it at him. "Im so done with you." I said blowing some fallen hair out of my eyes. He was really getting on my nerves and all I wanted was a sandwich.

The thug glared at me and spat at my feet. He smirked and then made a run for it.

"Fricken asshole." I gritted my teeth and shot him in the leg. He was just about half way out of the door when I shot him and he fell to the ground. Gripping his leg in pain he shouted, his words were only gibberish though.

The police quickly ran from their positions and grabbed the man, pushing him to the ground all the way before cuffing him.

"Well that was- was, well." Peter placed his hand on my shoulder, stuttering over his words.

"Interesting?" I suggested turning my head towards him. His eyes glimmers in amusement. "Yep." He said before laughing.

I never noticed, but his smile was really cute. Never mind his laugh.

He removed his hand from my shoulder, instead placing it on the back of his neck, "well, I uh, better get going." He said smiling at me. His cheeks flushed a bit as he grabbed his backpack and started to walk away.

"Hey wait." I said grabbing his wrist lightly to stop him. "Do you-" I cleared my throat and shuffled my feet. "Do you want to go get ice cream?" I rushed, not exactly what I was planning on saying, but in the same area.

His eyebrows shot up and his jaw went slack. His eyes searched mine for a moment, him not saying anything.

"I-I mean if you don't want to-"

"No, No! I mean yes? I mean, no I want to- so yes?" He said gtabbing both of my hands. His hand were a little sweaty but suprizingly soft.

I smiled and nodded. "Well then, I guess we better get going, Hero." I said and winked at him.

He blushed letting go of my hands as we left to get ice cream. This kid was surely weird, but everyone has their weird right? Some say that even the mightiest of heros are the weirdest ones.

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Okay, this was a little rushed XD do sorry if it was bad! Hope you guys liked it nevertheless and I hope you guys have a good day/night!

Baiiii

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