Peter's P.O.V

"Anything for you." Peter shrugged. He couldn't help but smile a little as Y/N looked down, trying to hide her blush from him as she passed. It was his turn to blush as she looked up and gave him one last smile before disappearing to her uncle's black car. He bit his lip, waiting for the car to drive off before starting to jog towards an alleyway. If Peter could have spent all evening with Y/N, he would have done, but since she'd left early, he figured that he'd use the time to do his usual patrol. He looked around, making sure that no one was watching him as he started to tug his shoes off, hopping around as he did. He threw them against a dumpster and quickly got his backpack off of his back, placing it on the ground so that he could unzip it. He grabbed his Spiderman suit before pulling his jeans down, leaving him in his boxers. He kicked his feet out of the jeans, accidentally kicking over a trash can and making rats scurry out of the alley as he pulled his sweater over his head. He quickly jumped into his suit, it very baggy against him since he hadn't pressed the logo yet. He put his mask on and shoved everything into his backpack before throwing it against the dumpster and shooting a web at it, attaching it to the dumpster. He pressed the logo, making it tighten around his body.

"Good evening, Peter." Karen spoke in his ear.

"Hey, Karen, lovely to hear your voice as always." Peter nodded, clicking his web shooters and activating them.

"What's on the agenda for today?" she asked.

"Let's have a look and see." He nodded, shooting his web and launching himself onto the building before starting to soar above the streets of Queens.

Peter sat on the edge of a random building in Queens, his mask off as he just waited for something to happen.

"Anything on the police scanners, Karen?" he asked.

"Nothing." She responded, making Peter groan and lie back against the roof, his legs still dangling over the edge of it.

"I'm so bored, why can't something just happen-." His eyes widened and he shot up as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He looked around, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to work out what his Spidey senses were picking up as he pulled his mask back on.

"Karen, can you tell what I'm picking up?" he asked as he stood up, still looking around.

"I'm detecting what looks like a spiked energy wave in an alleyway near you." She spoke. Peter's eyebrows furrowed.

"A spiked energy wave? That's weird. Karen, can you map the way?" he asked. He nodded in approval as a red line appeared in his line of vision, showing the way to where the wave was.

"Here we go." Peter mumbled to himself before jumping off of the building. He shot a web, making himself jolt and start to fly as his web attached to a nearby building. He soared above the streets of Queens, following the red line in his vision to an alley. He landed swiftly at the entrance of the alleyway and stood up slowly. His eyebrows furrowed as he walked slowly into the empty alley.

"Karen, there's nothing here." He scoffed.

"My sensors are telling me otherwise. I'm picking up what appear to be...drones." She spoke. Peter's eyes widened.

"Surely that's not possible." He mumbled to himself, a sick feeling in his stomach as he remembered the last villain that he'd faced who used invisible drones.

"Peter, watch out." Karen's voice rang out too late as something flew into Peter's face, making him groan as it knocked him to the floor.

"What the hell was that?!" he exclaimed, flipping back onto his feet and looking around cautiously.

"It was the invisible drone that my sensors picked up." She replied, making Peter roll his eyes.

"Woah!" he gasped as something swiped his legs from underneath him, making him fall onto the ground again.

"I hate this thing already." He mumbled as he stood back up.

"Karen, where is it?" he asked, looking around.

"Three o'clock." Without hesitation, Peter extended his arm and shot a web in that direction, making it attach to what looked to be just air. He tugged the web and kicked out, hitting the drone and making it start to become visible.

"Gotcha." He mumbled as he jumped onto the drone, knocking it to the ground. He stamped on it one more time, making it whir away before shutting down.

"I've got to tell Mr Stark about this." He mumbled quietly, getting his phone out of his suit belt and clicking on Tony's number before holding the phone to his ear.

"Hey, kid, what's up?" he picked up.

"Hey, Mr Stark, I'm in an alleyway by the corner of thirty-first street and fifth avenue, and I've just taken down an invisible drone, I wondered if someone could collect it and you could analyse it, or whatever it is you do with supervillain tech." he shrugged.

"Hold on, did you say an invisible drone?" Tony scoffed.

"Yeah. You remember the last person to use invisible drones?" Peter asked.

"You think he's back?" Tony returned. Peter sighed.

"I don't want him to be, but I've never faced anyone else who used that tech." he spoke. Tony sighed.

"Alright, kid. Good job, get yourself home. I'll have someone pick it up." He replied.

"Thanks, Mr Stark." Peter nodded before hanging up. He sighed, looking at the drone that he was crouched on. He couldn't help but feel slightly sick at the idea that he may be back and no matter what he did, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He sighed and shook his head as he shot a web at the building and launched himself out of the alleyway.

Y/N's P.O.V

I walked into school and smiled as Peter was at his locker. I walked towards him.

"Hey, you." I smiled, making him look at me. My eyes widened as I saw the bruise on his jawline.

"Hey." He chuckled.

"Peter, what the hell is that?" I scoffed, taking his chin and moving his face so that I could look at the bruise, making him wince slightly.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." He sighed, trying to move his head to look at me again, but my fingers on his chin held him in place.

"Peter, that's not nothing, and I highly doubt your aunt May did that, so what happened?" I asked again.

"Honestly, it's nothing, I, erm, accidentally opened one of the kitchen cupboards onto my face, I promise it's okay." He chuckled, gently taking my hand away from his face and holding it in his. I sighed and looked at him.

"I promise that if it was something for you to worry about, I would tell you. I promise." He nodded, gently cupping my cheek as he looked into my eyes. I gulped, subconsciously leaning into Peter's touch as he stared at me gently. My heart started to flutter slightly as I realised how close we were, Peter close enough to be able to fully cup my face under my hair without having to stretch his arm at all.

"Woah, what's going on here?" Peter quickly took his hand from my face and I took a step back as Michelle's mocking voice rang out.

"Nothing, I was just making sure that Peter's bruise wasn't anything sinister." I shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I looked down, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks.

"Let me guess, you gently took his chin, pretending to inspect the bruise so that you could touch his face." Michelle teased, grabbing Peter's face a lot more harshly than I had done.

"Ow, MJ." He winced before chuckling and batting her hand away.

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm actually concerned about our friend." I smiled, trying to hide my embarrassment as she was speaking the truth.

"Yeah, that's what it is." Ned chuckled, making me roll my eyes and Peter chuckle as we headed to first period.