IMAGINE !
o. BEING IN THE CITY AT NIGHT ALLOWS PETER TO PROTECT YOU . . .

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Feelings of uneasiness and worry leisurely crept up your spine, starting to pick up the pace on your walk. Just moments ago, you had gotten out of the local small supermarket. In one hand, you had a plastic bag full of candy and junk food, and in the other, your apartment keys awaited to be used.

Normally, you wouldn't have gone out after eight at night, but it was finally Friday night and you were low on snacks for your iconic movie nights between you, Ned, MJ, and Peter. Of course, you had no idea if Peter Parker would show up, considering that he had been bailing on almost everything known to man. First, it was your little study sessions for finals, then your planned hang-outs. You, MJ, and Ned had already declared that Peter had gone insane.

Placing your keys in between your fingers, you prepared yourself for what usually happened in the movies. Fortunately enough, barely a soul happened to be outside, so no one could virtually help you if something were to go wrong. How perfect! Looking over your shoulder you noticed a hooded figure trailing behind you, hands in pockets. Making sure that they weren't just a regular person, you watched as you turned down a relatively empty alleyway. Now that you thought about it, your decision wasn't the greatest.

Your heart started to beat faster, trying to make it to the other open side of the alleyway without making it seem too obvious. Feeling a slight touch on your arm, your pace started to pick up even more, starting out into a run. You were only a block or two away from your apartment. Surely you could get there safely if you run fast enough, right?

Another rough grip on your arm was enough to stop you in your tracks, tripping over your feet. However, you caught yourself and quickly turned around, your fist coming in contact with the person's cheek. A groan escaped their lips, stumbling back and coming in contact with the wall. They pulled a knife out of their pocket, glimmering in the moonlight. A lump in your throat formed when you realized it was just you and him in the dark alley.

A sound rang through the alley. Opening your eyes, you noticed a significant structure of webs surrounding his hand. Turning around, you sighed, thankful that the Spider-Man was making his way down to you.

"Oh God, small knives are my weakness!" He shouted, a bit of sarcasticness in his voice. A small smile formed on your lips when you realized that he was there to save you from the person who was trying to attack you. "dude, you have to use your brain more. y/n-I mean, uh, girl are you alright?"

You furrowed your eyebrows when you thought you recognized the voice, but you couldn't put a pin on it. How could they have known your name? The masked hero managed to tie him up with webs and leave him for the police to find him - or at least until he found a way out of the webs, which was virtually impossible. The person behind the mask looked at you, walking towards you and wrapping an arm around your waist. They raised their hand up, shooting a web up to the top of a nearby building.

Your feet touched the loose gravel, suddenly remembering what happened and where you recognized his voice. After all, he was one of your best friends. The wind blew your y/h/c hair in front of your face, obscuring your view from the masked boy.

"One, why the hell did you bring me up here? Two,"

"Peter?"