𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱. 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿-𝗲𝗴𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟵𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱, 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ THE school day seemed to drag on and on, taking too long to end. It was finally the end of the week, and you were so ready to just chill and forget this tiring week. In fact you had a date with your boyfriend, Peter, later that afternoon. You were just waiting for this boring day to end so you could finally unwind.

You looked at the clock, blinking sleepily. Resting your head on your hand, you sighed and decided to close your eyes for a couple minutes. Five minutes wouldn't do anyone any harm.

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When you finally woke up, it was dark and silent. You thought you were still sleeping so you tried blinking some more. When you finally realized you were awake, you let out a long yawn and stretched. Your bones aches from the weird position you were sitting in. You got up, put your hands on your hips, and looked around. You huffed when all you saw where empty desks and stray papers on the floor.

Where is everyone?

Bringing out your phone, you squinted at the bright light and looked at the time. It's seems you slept much much longer than 5 minutes. It was 6:45 in the evening. School had long closed by now. If you were in your right mind you would be be in full on panic mode, but your sleep ridden state prevented you from feeling anything but annoyance.

Huffing frustratedly, you wondered why no one had even bothered to wake you up. Well, you expected that from your class mates, they were a bunch of idiots, but your teacher too? You thought he was better than that. Feeling quite petty at the moment, you stormed up to his desk and messed up his papers.

That'll teach him.

You decided you had enough of the dark classroom, so you went to leave the room.
You went to the door and pushed it. It didn't budge. You stopped for a moment, and then pushed again. You kicked the door and it still didn't open.

Oh righhht, pull not push silly me.

You shook your head at your stupidity and pulled the handle, fully expecting it to swing open. But just your luck, it didn't open. You pulled again, jiggling the door handle.

Well what am I supposed to do, slide it?

Since you really didn't have any other option, you elected to slide the door even though you were almost positive that wasn't how the doors work. You tried it. Surprise, surprise it didn't work.

You stepped back examining the door one last time. Placing your hands on your hips, you said to no one in particular, "Well fuck."

Groaning, you rubbed your hands over your face and sighed. You trudged back to your desk and plopped yourself down, thinking of your next course of action. If it wasn't obvious before, you were extremely tired, and when you're tired, you make stupid decisions. So, you stupidly decided that the next best thing to do was to scroll through Instagram some one came, without even knowing if anyone was going to come.

You brought out your phone, and seeing it was only at 17%, you needed to think of some thing else to do.

Looking around you sighed, not seeing anything of interest.

Might as well sleep I guess.

And that's exactly what you did. You laid your head back down in that uncomfortable desk and drifted of to dreamland, regardless of the fact that it was an extremely irrational decision.

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He was getting really worried now, Peter couldn't find you anywhere. The two of you had a date that evening, and usually you were late, yes, but not this late. Peter already checked at your home, Delmars, the library, and every where else you would go. Well, not every where else; it would take Peter too long to check every food-selling establishment in Queens.

Right now, he was swinging through the city, seeing if he could spot you anywhere. The thought had crossed his mind that you simply decided to ditch him today, but he knew you wouldn't stand him up. He usually stood you up, not intentionally of course. If it was his choice, he would spend all the time in the world with you, but unfortunately he couldn't as he had the weight of the world on his shoulders instead.

Peter began to feel that pit of guilt in his stomach again when he thought about that, but he had to brush it aside for know. He had to focus on his mission: finding you.

Looking back on it, he couldn't even recall if he saw you at your locker. Now he knew he didn't because he would have walked you home, like the gentleman he is. Peter supposed it wasn't the best idea to assume you had gone home by yourself, but you were really tired today. Now that he was really looking back at the events of the day, he didn't even know if he saw you leave your last period.

Peter almost shot his web in the wrong direction as the realization struck him.

What if she's still in school?

Sure, it wasn't very likely, but you do have a history of making stupid decisions, especially when you're tired. He considered that maybe you just fell asleep and haven't woken up yet. Peter would think that someone would at least wake you up when school ended, but he wouldn't put it past your classmates and teacher to just leave you there.

He rolled his eyes at the thought. Quickly, Peter changed direction and started swinging toward Midtown.

When he finally reached, Peter wasn't too sure where to go, so he decided that the lab was the best place to go since that was your last period.

Carefully he climbed up the wall, going to the window to peer through it. His shoulders slumped and he let out a sigh of relief when he saw you asleep on one of the desks. He internally awed at your cute scrunched up expression and you hair spread out around your face like a halo. Snapping out of it, Peter reminded himself that fawning over you was for later, right now he had to get you home.

Using his super strength, Peter pulled up the rusty window that was practically stuck to the pane. He quietly crawled inside and debated whether he should wake you up or just take you home while your sleeping. He decided on the former, not wanting to risk you waking up screaming about why your swinging in midair.

Peter kneeled beside you and used his softest voice, "Hey, Y/N you gotta wake up." He shook you slightly. You started to wake up, blinking when you saw Spider-Man.

"How do I get such weird dreams?" you asked yourself drowsily.

"You're not dreaming," Peter replied indignantly.

"I'm not?"

"No."

"So you're really Spider-Man then?"

"Uh huh."

"You sound like a kid," you said unimpressed.

Peter mentally facepalmed at himself, immediately changing his voice. He had to do it himself because the voice changer in his suit was broken.

"Uhh, I'm not," Peter replied in a thick and obviously fake old-man-from-New-York accent.

You just squinted at him, "Whatever I'm too tired right now. What do you want?"

"Um I wanna get you home?" Peter replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh right," you nodded. You got up and patted the desk, sighing. "I'm gonna miss this desk."

Peter rolled his eyes, "you'll be back on Monday."

"Unfortunately."

"Cmon let's just go know okay?"

"Right. Uh, what do I do?"

"Oh, um,  just hold on to me. Tightly."

You nodded and went up to him staying still for a moment before awkwardly wrapping you arms around his neck.

"You ready?" Peter asked.

"Uh huh."

With that Peter held onto you and jumped off the window sill. You really don't remember what the journey was like, just that there was a lot of wind and your throat was oddly very raw after it.

When you two finally reached your home, Peter gently landed on your fire escape and set you down and made sure you were fully adjusted. Once your head finally stopped pounding, you realized you were on your fire escape.

"Hey!" you piped up, "How did you know where I live?"

Peter started to panic. He let his cover slip again. He really needed to be more careful. And if he was being honest, for a superhero he was quite terrible under pressure.

"Uhhh, I can read minds," Peter blurred out nervously.

"Really?"

"Yup," Peter quickly nodded, cursing himself for being a terrible liar.

"Um okay."

" 'Kay."

An awkward silence ensued before you finally broke it.

"Well I'm gonna go now—"

"Uh yeah okay me too," Peter hastily agreed. The two of you stood there for sometime fumbling with your hands.

"Uh, bye," you finally said.

"Right, yeah bye," Peter quickly replied before swinging off the escape. You watched as he left, leaning over the side of the rail. Once Spider-Man was completed out of view, you scrambled to plug in your phone and call Peter's contact.

Biting your lip, you anxiously waited for him to pick up and when he did you exclaimed, "Peter you will not believe what just happened!"

"Oh yeah? What happened?" Peter sounded sort of strained and there was a lot of background noise, almost like rushing wind.

Confused you asked, "Pete , you good there?"

"Yeah yeah!" He replied. " Just, uh, running the dishwasher! Yeah! Hate washing dishes."

You brushed off his weird response, excited to tell him about your meeting with Spider-Man.
You flopped on your bed and started rambling.

"So I met Spider-Man today! I actually fell asleep in school-oh- that's why I missed our date sorry. Yeah so I fell asleep and then I woke up and everyone was gone and it was super dark. Turns out they locked me in and I was still super tired so I went back to sleep and when I woke up Spider-Man was there! He sounds a lot like a kid. Oh! Also did you know he can read minds? I know I was super surprised too! But I was super cool, and I actually didn't freak out! Anyway, we sung home..."

Peter simply hummed along as he listed to your excited rambling. He was extremely pleased that you were so excited to meet him- well Spider-Man. It was a great stroke to his ego. Peter listened to you, recognizing you were getting sleepier and sleepier as you talked. Eventually, you stopped talking all together and the only thing Peter heard was your soft breathing.

Peter glided into his open widow, landing on the ground of his bedroom. He listed to your soft snores over the phone before a soft smile spread over his lips.

"Good night Y/N."

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𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁! <𝟯𝟯

𝟯/𝟭𝟮/𝟮𝟭