Peter's P.O.V

Peter sat in chemistry, absentmindedly tapping his pen against the desk and staring out of the window.

"Peter?" he snapped back and his face went red as the entire class was staring at him.

"Sorry, sir, what was the question?" he gulped.

"What colour do you get when you mix hydrogen peroxide and carbon monoxide?" Mr Harrington asked. Peter's eyebrows furrowed.

"Um, you don't, sir, those two things explode when mixed together." He scoffed.

"Good answer, Peter. Good to know that you're paying enough attention to not be thrown off by a trick question." He nodded. Peter sighed and looked back at his textbook. Suddenly, his head shot back up as the hairs on the back of his arm stood up. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked around. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what, not yet, anyway. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, making everyone gasp as the building shook. Peter's eyes widened, looking up to see dust coming through the ceiling.

"Sir, what's that?" Ned gulped as he looked up.

"I don't know, but I'm sure that everything is fine-." There was another bang, sending everyone flying back as the walls caved in. Peter landed on the floor, making him groan as his head smacked against the floor. He slowly sat up, his ears ringing as a result of the blast. He looked around, gulping as all he could see was rubble, bodies and dust.

"Ned, MJ?" he called out, desperate to find his friends within the wreckage. He choked, looking around but not being able to see them.

"Peter? Peter!" his eyes widened as he heard Ned's voice.

"I'm here!" he yelled out. He got to his feet, resting on the only desk left standing as he went. He sighed in relief as Ned and Michelle rushed to him, both of them also covered in dust.

"Thank god that you guys are okay." Peter choked as he tightly hugged them both.

"We're fine, but what just happened?" Ned scoffed.

"That's what I need to find out. Get as many people out as you can, I need to get into my suit, and stay safe." He nodded before running off.

Peter crawled along the ceiling of the school, his mask and suit on as he looked around. His head shot to the door as five men with guns walked in, all wearing Avengers masks.

"Oh, hey, guys." He spoke, making them all look up at him before firing.

"Hey, I'm one of you, stop shooting!" he continued to tease as he dodged the bullets, dropping down from the roof and onto the lockers. He shot a web at one of the men, grabbing the machine gun from his hands and yanking it, making it skid down the hallway.

"Huh, maybe you're not the Avengers." He spoke as he lurched forward and tackled the man, making him groan as he took him down.

"Karen, web bomb." He demanded, shooting the web. It exploded, sending two of the men back into the lockers before spreading into a web, trapping them against the metal. He stood up and looked at the two men who were left.

"So, you guys blow up the school and then try to kill your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. You really are bad." He nodded. The men scowled at him before starting to fire again.

"Oops, too slow." Peter spoke before firing another web at one of the men, attaching him to the wall.

"Woah!" he yelled as the other man launched at him, knocking him to the floor.

"Not so strong, now, are you, Spidey-boy?" The man spat, wrapping his hand around Peter's neck.

"It's...Spiderman." Peter gasped, trying to pry the man's hands off of his neck. Suddenly, a beam of red energy collided with the man, launching him into the wall behind them and knocking him out. Peter's white eyes widened as he sat up and looked at the girl standing at the end of the otherwise destroyed hallway. His eyes widened further as red energy danced around her fingers, just like Wanda's did, but her outfit wasn't a red coat. Instead, she wore a black catsuit with a red letter "E" on the chest, as well as a black and red mask covering her eyes. He stood up slowly, just looking at her. She gulped before turning around and starting to run towards the end of the hallway.

"H-hey, wait!" Peter yelled as he started to run after her. His eyes widened as she got to the end of the hallway and jumped, red energy shooting out of her hands and lifting her up, just like Wanda did.

"What the hell?!" Peter exclaimed as he jumped and shot a web out, making it catch onto what remained of the school building so that he could fly through the air and follow the mystery girl. He landed swiftly in yet another half-destroyed hallway and gulped as the girl continued to run. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks as another couple of men with guns appeared at the end of the hallway, trapping her between them and Peter. Peter's eyes widened as she shot her energy at one, sending him back and through the window as the other one shot at her.

"I guess that I should get involved." Peter mumbled to himself as he ran down the hallway, shooting a web at the man's gun and ripping it out of his hands as he went. The girl gasped as the man jumped on her, knocking her to the ground. She put her hand up, only to have the man grab her wrist and pin it above her head as he punched her in the face. Peter gulped, trying to think what he could do, as he was still too far away to do anything in time. Suddenly, he noticed the sets of lockers still standing either side of him. He shot a web at both of them before starting to run backwards.

"Here goes nothing." He gulped as he let go, the elasticity of the webs sending him flying forwards feet first. The man looked up and his eyes widened as Peter's feet collided with his face, sending him flying back. The girl sat up, looking at Peter as he landed on his feet swiftly, one hand also against the floor. Peter looked back at her. She gulped as she slowly stood up, Peter mirroring her actions. He studied the parts of her face that he could see, squinting his eyes as he recognised her slightly. He looked down and his eyebrows furrowed under his mask as he somehow recognised the girl's lips. Well that isn't creepy at all, Peter, he thought to himself as he looked at her.

"Who are you?" he asked, taking a step towards her.

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." She spoke, tapping her mask with her finger and hinting that she wanted Peter to take his mask off. His eyes widened as he recognised the voice instantly, but still didn't quite believe that it could be her. He slowly peeled his mask off, revealing to the girl his slightly cut face and his messy hair, a result of fighting the men.

"I had hoped that you'd recognise me by now, Peter." The girl spoke, confirming what Peter thought as she raised her hands up to her face and removed the mask. Peter's eyes widened and he just stared at her face. The face that he had missed every day for the last two months.

"Y/N." he whispered.

Y/N's P.O.V

I stared at Peter, whose eyes were wide as he stared at my now bare face. He slowly walked towards me, just staring at me as he went.

"Is it really you?" he asked, every step that he took making my heart beat faster. I nodded and gave him a small smile. I gulped, becoming even more nervous as his confused expression started to turn angry.

"Where the actual freaking hell have you been for the last two months?!" he spat, his steps towards me getting faster and making me gulp as I started to take steps back.

"Peter, I-."

"I thought that you were freaking dead or something, you could have been in a ditch and I wouldn't have known!" he snapped.

"Peter, please-."

"Nothing from your dad, nothing from Happy, nothing from any of them, what the actual hell?!" his voice started to get louder.

"Let me explain-."

"I sent you over two hundred texts over the last two months, that's a hundred a month, that's twenty-five a week, yet you couldn't send me ONE to tell me that you weren't dead!"

"I'm sorry-."

"Don't you get it?! That's not enough! I thought that you were dead!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face as he was now right in front of me, meaning that he loomed over me slightly. I gulped, my eyes level with his chest that was heaving up and down with anger as he also looked down, but not at me, instead at the floor. I let my gaze slowly travel up to his face, my heart breaking as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Peter." I spoke quietly, raising my hand to cup his cheek. I gasped as he took my wrist, his harsh grip holding my hand only an inch away from his face.

"Peter." I choked, a tear leaving my own eye. He sighed, his grip on my wrist loosening slightly but still there as he lowered my hand away from his face.

"I'm not doing this. At least not in the ruins of our school, with our friends potentially dead and injured." He mumbled as he walked past me, his body so close as he did, making me choke.

"Wait, are you talking about Ned and MJ-."

"No, they're fine, no thanks to you." He cut me off sharply, looking at me with red eyes. I gulped as I just looked at him.

"Peter, we need to find a time to talk about this-."

"I'll pick one. How about after I disappear for two months, don't let anyone tell you whether I'm dead or alive, don't respond to any of your texts and then just show up randomly, acting like the hero at an attack? How's then?" he spat. I bit my lip, trying to stop more tears from falling. Peter sighed and looked down. He pulled his mask back on before shooting a web and flying out of the hallway, leaving me alone again.

I slipped in through my window, trying to be quiet as I shut it behind me, not wanting my dad or anyone else to hear me come in. I sighed, tears leaving my eyes as I sunk down to the floor, resting my back against the end of my bed. I closed my eyes and rested my head against it.

"First mission done, good on you, kiddo!" suddenly, my door flew open and my dad rushed in, along with Natasha and Sam. Their eyes widened and they all stopped in their tracks.

"...did someone die?" Sam asked.

"Sam?!" Natasha exclaimed, thumping his arm.

"Ow!" he scoffed.

"No one died. It went off without a hitch." I sniffed.

"Then why do you look so upset, kiddo?" dad asked as he sat down next to me. I looked down.

"Guys, can we be alone, please?" dad asked.

"Sure. But whatever happened, you did good, kid." Sam nodded. I looked up and gave him a small smile as him and Natasha left. Dad looked at me and gently nudged my shoulder.

"So, why so upset? You and Peter are all over the news, you guys saved the school from those guys with guns." He stated.

"And afterwards, Peter found out that it was me, and lost his shit. Like, really, really lost his shit." I nodded, looking up at him.

"Why? What did he say?" he asked. I sighed and looked down again.

"That he thought I was dead for the last two months, since I haven't been replying to his messages, and you didn't tell him otherwise. He got really upset to find out that I hadn't told him I was alive." I choked. Dad sighed.

"Not going to lie, honey, I can see why that upset him. I would literally never let you out of my sight again if I didn't know for two months if you were dead or not." He admitted.

"I know, dad, I just...what's he going to say when he finds out that the reason I haven't spoken to him for that long is because I nearly killed myself over him?" I scoffed.

"It's not like you meant to. You were very upset and you lost control. Sure, it was bad, but what matters is that you're still alive." He shrugged, looking at me. I sighed.

"I think that you need to get him over here, or at least talk to him. Between you today, you guys took out seven armed and very dangerous thugs, and saved the school from a mass shooting, it's okay that you were too late to stop the bombs. If you guys can team up, you could work wonders. With your powers, and his webs and strength, you could save so many lives." He encouraged.

"Dad, he wouldn't even let me touch him today, he's not going to get back together with me for the sake of saving people." I scoffed.

"I'm not saying get back together, I'm saying at least be friends. But I think you'd be surprised at how much Peter would do to save people. He's still naïve enough to think that he can save everyone, as are you." He nodded.

"That's not naivety, dad. That's hope." I stated. He sighed, giving me a small smile as he stood up.

"Invite him over to talk. Sort this out. Because you guys could save so many lives together. You really can save everyone, if you work together." He spoke as he headed to my door.

"Oh, one more thing." He said as he turned to face me.

"Yeah?" I asked. He gave me a small smile.

"I'm so proud of you, kid. Your mom would have been too." He nodded. I returned his smile as tears pricked my eyes.

"Thanks, dad." I replied. He nodded and gave me one last smile before leaving my room.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter slid through his window and into his room before shutting the window. He pulled his mask off, revealing his messy hair and red eyes as he sat on his bed and held his head in his hands.

"Oh my god, Peter, are you okay?" May gasped as the door opened and she rushed in. Her face dropped as she saw his wet eyes.

"What happened, I thought you saved the school." She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Peter looked down.

"I did. With the help of Y/N." he nodded, looking back up at May. Her eyes widened.

"She was The Enchantress?" she asked. His eyebrows furrowed.

"That's what they're calling her?" he asked. May nodded.

"An anonymous source at Stark Industries leaked the fact that there's a new superhero. Her." She nodded. Peter sighed, holding his head in his hands.

"You know, I spent the last two months thinking that my ex-girlfriend was dead. I spent the last two months thinking that the love of my life was dead, and then suddenly she shows up out of nowhere and gets half the credit for saving the day? It's so screwed up." He spat at himself.

"Are you mad that she showed up, or are you mad that she's alive? Because I think that you spent the last two months missing her more than anything, so the fact that she's turned up absolutely fine has upset you more, especially as you thought that she was dead." May reasoned. Peter sighed and shook his head.

"I don't know, May. All I know is that she disappeared for two months, and no one even whispered a word as to where she was. That really freaking hurts." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"I know it does, honey, I know." She cooed, gently stroking his head. He clenched his jaw, knowing that he had to get out of the room that now felt incredibly small and stuffy.

"I'm going to go out on patrol, I don't want to be here right now." He mumbled as he stood up.

"You sure, Peter? You've had a long day." May sighed.

"I'm sure, all I'll do is think about how mad I am at Y/N if I stay here, and I don't want to think about that." He muttered as he headed to his window.

"See, that right there is how I know that you'll get over this. Because you still love her." May nodded. Peter looked at her.

"What?" he scoffed.

"You know that you should be mad at her, but you can't be. You're distracting yourself from your mind because you know it'll tell you to be pissed off with her, but you don't want to be. That's how I know you still love her." She shrugged. Peter sighed and looked down.

"Don't wait up." He mumbled as he pulled his mask on.

"Okay, but stay safe and don't be out too late." She countered.

"Deal." He chuckled, making her smile as she left his room. Peter sighed again, shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts of Y/N before jumping out of his window and flying away from the apartment.