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Medic | Peter Parker

A/N: Oh my god I finally wrote something. It’s not angst like I hoped I would write, but, hey, i got it done! And whoa it takes forever to format on here. Sigh. Let me know what you think!

Word Count: 3,450 (nice, right?)

“I’ll see you later! Good luck!” You ushered your friend out the door, making sure to lock it before you made your way to your room. You quickly changed into sweats, shoving your hair into a ponytail before plopping onto your bed. You had just finished helping your friend Kara plan out and create a homecoming proposal for her girlfriend Erin. It was a cute idea, to say the least. Simple, consisting of flowers, chocolates, and a cute poster board with a pun, but it was adorable. It was about 11 p.m. on a saturday night, and you were excited to see how it would play out on Monday, but you were exhausted.

You couldn’t wait to finally get back to your book, ready to finish the next part of the novel. You reached down below your bed, feeling around on the floor as your eyes gazed through your instagram feed. So many damn homecoming proposals already, and the dance had only been announced a week ago. You rolled your eyes, only realizing you had yet to grab your book when your phone buzzed with a new notification.

M.J.: I’m coming over.

You sighed, giving up on grabbing your book. You quirked a brow as you read the message over and over, trying to find context between the lines. You quickly tapped over the keyboard before pressing send.

You: uh why??

You reached over to close your window curtains, your body threatening to fall off the bed. You caught yourself with your hand, using your other one to grab the curtain and tug. Shit, it’s stuck. Groaning, you pulled yourself off the bed, army crawling over to the curtain and violently pulling it across the window. It still wouldn’t budge, so you stood up, setting your phone on your nightstand and standing on your tiptoes to manually fix the curtain.

Your fingers grazed the hook briefly before you had to stop and take a breath. Why was that thing so damn tall? You reached one more time. Close, closer, almost got it…

Something tapped your window.

“Jesus--” You yelled, stumbling backwards, the curtain coming with you. Well, shit. Now you had to reach to put the hooks on the rack. Perfect. You put a hand over your heart, taking deep, slow breaths. You cautiously looked to the window where your best friend sat, face worried and hair uncontrollably wild. “Michelle?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Open the window.”

“Why are you--”

“Hurry, y/n,” she pressed, looking to her side, muttering words to whatever was there, then looking back to you. You dropped the curtain, stepping over it to unlock the window.

“What are you doing--” You stopped yourself, looking down to a fallen figure at her side through your now open window. You instantly recognised the red and blue suit, the mask, and the iconic spider emblem of Queens’ very own superhero. Spider-man. Spider-man was on your fire escape. “Holy shit.”

“Help me get him in,” Michelle urged, going to the other side of him to grab his legs. You grabbed his arms, struggling to pull him into your room. You weren’t the weakest person in the world, but damn this guy was heavy. You and Michelle laid him on your floor when blood started to pool onto the floor.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You muttered, grabbing your fallen curtain and setting it under Spider-man’s body. “Where is he even bleeding from?” You asked, lifting his arms and legs to inspect the injuries you assumed were there. He had a big gash on his side, carving through his abdomen and into his stomach. It wasn’t deep, but it was large. What was he fighting? He had bruises on the exposed skin you could see, and there were several scratches and cuts on his arms and legs. There was blood everywhere, and you were sure you would have to buy a new curtain. “Why did you bring him here? Where did you find him?”

Michelle sat on the other side of him, tucking her knees under herself as she thought over her answer. “He came to my place.”

“He what?”

“He.. I.. Well, I know who he is.”

“You what?”

“Damn, let me finish, will you?” Michelle huffed before fully sitting down, crossing her legs in front of her. “I’ve known who he is for a while now. He comes over to my place sometimes when he has injuries he cant take home and I help patch him up, but… This one I can’t fix.”

“And you think I can?” You asked, pushing yourself up off of the floor. You walked to the door, opening it a bit to stick your head through, making sure no one was awake in your house. Your little brother and your parents were home and hopefully asleep, so you had to make sure you didn't give them reason to look into your room. After making sure the coast was clear, you opened the door wide and tiptoed across the hallway, opening the small linen closet beside your bathroom.

“Well, shit, Y/N, are you an EMT or not?” Michelle whispered.

“Not. I’m still taking classes, M.J. I practice on minor injuries and cuts. Not superheroes.” You grabbed a white towel and held another one, debating whether or not you’d need a second one. You decided you might, so you grabbed it and closed the closet door as carefully as you could. You tiptoed back to your room and quietly closed the door, hurrying to kneel by the man’s (boy’s?) side.

“At least patch him up? He heals quickly.”

“I.. fine. Fine,” You held your hands up in surrender. You scrambled to look for your medical supplies in your room, digging around your desk and in your closet. You produced alcohol pads and rubbing alcohol, grabbing tissues from your desk and setting them beside the hero. M.J. dug into her black backpack (that you just noticed she had) and produced a hefty first aid kit. “Whoa, you came prepared.”

“I figured you wouldn’t have some of the things you’d need. And I’ve been doing this for a while, so I’ve been stocking up.” You nodded along, grabbing the kit from beside her and opening it, finding some stitching supplies (which you needed) and various patching utensils, including gauze and neosporin and the like. You looked to the patient in front of you, examining the open wounds you could see.

“This is gonna be difficult.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I have to get his suit off to properly disinfect his wounds.”

Michelle made an ‘oh, right’ before pressing on the spider emblem on his suit, the fabric expanding with a mechanical ‘shick.’ She grabbed the material and shoved it down his torso, resting at his hips, making sure not to touch the mask on his face.

“Perfect,” you said, and then you got to work. You set to the big cut on his abdomen first, laying a towel on the ground in front of you and pressing it under his side, laying it out to catch any blood that dared to avoid the curtain. “You can start cleaning the cuts and shit on the other side while I work on this one. It might not be all that deep, but It’s deep enough to need a few stitches.” Michelle nodded before grabbing a few alcohol pads and setting to work on her side. You grabbed a few tissues and doused them in rubbing alcohol, patting the wound with little force.

“Ow,” Spider-Man said, raising his head a bit. You jumped back, watching him struggle to sit up. “What’s happening? M.J?”

“Holy shit,” you whispered.

Michelle jumped to action, pressing down on his shoulders to lay him back down. “No, no, don’t get up. We’re patching you up.”

His visors widened and focused on her, before lulling his head around the room. “We?” He asked, before setting his eyes on you. “Y/N? What?” His voice rose, striking a chord with you. You squinted your eyes, thinking you had recognised that voice.

“Peter?” you responded, leaning forward slightly.

“Yeah? What?” He responded. You gasped. Michelle cursed, slamming her forehead.

“Look, what you just fucking did, Spider-Man.”

“Oh, shit, did I just--” Peter started.

“Yes, you did.” Michelle groaned, throwing her hands up. “Take off your mask, you idiot. There’s no point in hiding it anymore.” You started with wide eyes as Spider-Man slowly reached up and pulled off his mask, revealing that one dork you had in your geometry class, Peter Parker.

“Oh my God,” You whispered, setting the bottle and pad down, standing up. Peter waved pathetically.

“Hi? Sorry you had to find out like this.”

“She shouldn’t have found out at all, Peter. I was busy being careful this entire time and you ruin it in 30 seconds.” Michelle crossed her arms, glaring daggers at the boy beside her. You moved over to your still open window, climbing out onto your fire escape, wiping your bloody hands onto your sweatpants. It’ll wash out. Maybe.

You took several breaths, trying to steady yourself by holding onto the railing. You sat by this idiot every weekday at lunch and you never even had the thought that he could be stopping cars with his bare hands and swinging around Queens after dark. You were just patching up your love interest.

Now let’s clear this up. You never liked the word ‘crush.’ It was too immature and reminded you too much of middle school, which wasn’t a good time for anyone involved. That being said, you didn’t like any other words to describe what you felt, so you decided upon ‘love interest.’ It made you feel as if you were a part of a story and it added just a touch of irony that made Michelle approve when you suggested it, so that’s what you’re going with. There was distant arguing inside as you calmed down, wincing when Peter’s voice rose an octave.

You turned around and climbed onto the windowsill, leaning into your room. “Could you guys argue with less gusto? My family’s sleeping.”

“Gusto, she says,” Michelle, mocked, falling silent when there’s a knock on your door. Everyone froze, faces going slack as the door opened to reveal your 5 year old brother, Michael.

“Y/N?” He asked, small, chubby hands on the doorknob. Peter scrambled to put on his suit and mask, hitting the spider, sitting up (with several ‘ow’s) and turning to face Michael. He noticed Spider-Man, his eyes going wide as saucers. Thank god Peter got the mask on in time. “Spider-Man?”

“Hi, Michael,” Spider-man lowered his voice, trying to sound older and more authoritative.

“You know my name?” Michael responded. Spider-man smiled. At least, you think he did.

“Of course I do! Your sister’s told me a lot about you.” Michael looked to you with disbelief, jaw hanging open like he just met Santa Claus. You put on a smile, shrugging.

“Uh, Spider-Man and I are good friends,” you said, climbing into your room. You got down to your knees as you approached Michael, shutting the door behind him and setting him on your lap. “We like to talk about how good you’ve been this year and that Santa would be happy to hear that.” Your baby brother looked to you, then looked back to Spider-man.

“You know Santa?”

“Of course I do!” Spider-man replied, confusion lacing his voice. He was improvising and he clearly wasn’t used to it. I mean, super heroes knowing Santa Claus? You were sure you broke at least six rules on what you can and cannot lie about to children. “You’ve done a lot of good things this year, Michael.”

“Really? He thinks that? Even when I pulled on Sally’s hair and called her a toad?”

“You what?” You looked from Spider-man to Michael, who’s eyes gazed at his favorite superhero with adoration. “Michael!”

“Er,” Spider-Man started. Michelle covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from laughing. You ignored her. “You shouldn’t have done that, kiddo.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you agreed. Standing him up. “Listen, Spidey and I have some very important Christmas things to discuss, so why don’t you head onto bed, okay? And don’t tell mommy and daddy. This will be our little secret, okay? Can you promise that?” You held up your pinky. Michael nodded vigorously and wrapped his little finger around yours. He leaned in close, heavy breaths and all.

“Can you tell Santa that I want a big red firetruck for christmas?” You looked to your friends in exasperation, then back to Michael.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’ll tell him that.” Michael hugged you, then turned to Spider-Man.

“Bye, Mr. Spider-Man!” He said. “I wanna be a hero just like you when I grow up!”

“And you will be,” he responded. “Goodnight!”

“Night!” You kissed Michael on the forehead and ushered him into the hallway. You watched him walk into his room with baited breath until he closed the door. You sighed.

“Holy shit that was close.”

“Spider-man pyjamas, huh?” Michelle asked. You shrugged.

“His favorite superhero,” you explained. Peter took his mask off.

“I talk to Santa now?” He quirked a brow.

“Like you had any better ideas. I’m just glad he didn’t notice the blood. Now lay back down so I can finish patching you up.”

Patching Peter up took another hour. He had gotten into a pretty bad fight with The Rhino, apparently, and the big gash on his side was a spike on the villain’s suit. Brutal. You asked him various questions every now and then, asking how he started, (‘field trip gone bad,’ he had said.) how long he’s been doing it, and who else besides M.J. knows about his abilities.

“May and Ned,” he responded. “Oh, and Tony Stark.”

“May must’ve been pretty pissed-- wait, Tony Stark? Is that what you do on your internship?”

“How’d you guess?” He quipped, voice flatlining.

“Well, this is fun,” Michelle interrupted. “But I gotta get home. I would stay the night but, frankly, I don’t want to wake up to more Michael and even more Spider-Man questions.”

“Fair enough,” you responded.

“I gotta go, too,” Peter sat up, grabbing his mask. “I’ll, uh, replace those curtains.”

“Uh, no you don’t,” you took Peter’s mask from his hands, instead shoving pain relievers to replace them. “You have to rest. I may have stitched up those wounds but it’s not a good job. I ran out of thread, which means if they break, that’s it. Michelle says you heal fast so I expect it to be all healed in the morning or at least good enough for you to do whatever else you do on the weekends. Until then, you stay here. Doctor’s orders.”

“Ouch,” M.J. says. “Bed rest.” She shouldered her backpack, propping one leg on the windowsill.

“Not bed rest,” you corrected. “Just.. room rest?”

Peter scoffed. “You can’t be serious.”

“I can, and I am.”

“Well this’ll turn out great,” M.J. glanced at you. You glared back. She shrugged. “Whatever. I’m out. See you, Spider-Dude. Y/N.” she gave a two finger salute, and then she was gone. Peter grunted and leaned back against your bed, his arms crossed like a child-- like Michael. You shook your head, gathering the various medical supplies Michelle left behind (‘you’ll need it more than me,’ she said). You shoved them into an empty shoebox in your closet, shoving the door closed with your foot.

“This damn curtain,” you lifted it off the floor (the stainless floor, thanks to your curtain). “I guess this is goin’ in the garbage.” You unhooked the matching curtain from your window and bundled them together.

“Sorry about that,” Peter chuckled, running his hand through his hair. You forced yourself not to watch, choosing to shrug instead.

“It’s whatever. I’ve been wanting to redecorate my room anyway.” Shoving them under your bed, you sat beside Peter, shoulder to shoulder. You nudged his arm with your elbow. “So, Spider-Man, huh?” He looked to the ceiling. Your eyes lingered on his jawline (and his busted lip). He didn’t notice, thank god.

“Yeah. Listen, I’m sorry about tonight. This wasn’t supposed to happen and you weren’t supposed to find out--”

“I figured, what, with M.J. and Ned knowing and not me, and the fact that you said ‘oh, shit’ after you revealed it.”

“Yeah, well, we aren’t exactly close, so…” He stopped himself. “I’m sorry. That was kind of rude.”

You laughed. “That’s pretty obvious. Listen, I get it. You don’t think we’re as close as you are to M.J. or Ned. No problem. I don’t expect you to be my best friend because I know your secret identity, Pete. You can go on doing you and I’ll do me. I won’t tell anyone.”

“No, that’s…” He shoved his palms into his eyes, rubbing furiously. He mumbled to himself under his breath for a second, but you didn’t care enough to hear; you just got acquaintance-zoned. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand and unlocked your phone, viewing your texts. A new one recently popped up from Michelle.

M.J.: how’s Spider boy

You spared a glance to the boy beside you, who was busy trying to figure out what to say. Your eyelids drooped impassively, looking back to your phone, typing out a quick reply.

You: Pretty sure I just got acquaintance zoned. Stay tuned.

M.J.: Acquaintance zoned.

You: yup. More to come once he figures out wtf to say.

M.J.: Dare I say, mood.

“Look, I--” Peter stopped himself again once he saw the look on your face. Neutral, yet impassive. Are those the same thing? It didn’t matter. He drew a long breath, turning his body to sit facing you, wincing a few times as he did so. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to talk, apparently.”

“Noted. Anything else?”

“Damn, you’re cold.” You gave him a cold stare. “I mean-- shit, okay. I wouldn’t mind if we, uh, tried to get closer or anything, you know? Like, you already know I’m Spider-Man, why not stick together?”

“Basically, you don’t want me snitching, so you’re gonna keep a close eye on me.”

“Jesus, no. I--” He covered his face with his palms. “Fuck it-- I like you.”

You stopped breathing. “I’m sorry, what?” You put your phone in your pocket, turning to face Peter. Was this really happening?

“I like you. Like, a lot. More than I should, probably, and I just want you to know that I don’t regret revealing myself to you. Yeah, it was an accident, but I really don’t want us to go back to how we were after this.” He took deep breaths. “I think, since you know now, we could use you on the team. Maybe as our medic! You know what you’re doing, and you’ve already helped me and stuff, and you sit at our table anyway, so I don’t think this would be much different. Just a little bit better, and--”

“Peter,” you interrupted. “You’re rambling.”

He shut his mouth, face going red. “Oh. Sorry, I do that a lot.”

“Yeah, I know, you dork,” You smiled. You climbed over to him, gently grabbing his shoulders and pressing your lips to his cheek. He stared in awe, absolutely speechless for the first time in his life. You didn’t give him a chance to say anything, pressing your lips to his own for something a little more expected. “Luckily, I know how to shut you up. And I think it’s working.”

He remained quiet, staring at you like you were an angel made just for him. Like you were Tony fucking Stark.

“Come on,” you said, lifting him to his feet. “Maybe, if I’m lucky, I can steal some of my older brother’s pyjamas. He’s away at college, so I don’t think he’d care. I’m pretty sure you’re gonna stay the night tonight, anyway, if your wounds haven’t made any progress healing.” You sit him on your bed to wait there as you grabbed the door handle.

“Wait,” he said. You looked back. His face was still red. “So… You’ll be our medic?”

You smiled, hand turning the knob, the other gripping your phone. “Yeah, I think I can make this a full time gig.” You winked, heading down the hallway to your brother’s vacant room. You turned on your phone, going to text M.J.

M.J.: well???

You: Looks like team Spidey has a new medic.

You shoved your phone back into your pocket, smiling like a maniac as you grabbed your definite love interest’s borrowed pyjamas.

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blublirb · 6 years

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Alright, so I’ve been trying to write something for about 2 months now, but after Need to Know Basis, nothing solid has been written. I’ve had many drafts and plots written, but never finished. So, to fix this, I figured I’d let y’all choose what I finish.

Here’s how this is gonna work. I’m gonna give the summaries of what I’ve tried to write, and maybe you guys could tell me what you’d like to read the most? Let’s see how this goes. (Titles are in the works, too)

Get Help: (Get it?) After a night of helping your friend with planning a homecoming proposal, you go to your room for a good night’s reading. However, Michelle seems to have something else in mind when she comes to your window with a certain injured hero looking for some medical advice from her EMT in training best friend-- you.

Genre: suspense? Does the qualify?

Just Throw Me in a Locker Already: Peter Parker’s a nerd. He builds Lego sets with his best friend and he stutters when nervous. The popular people in the school throw him in lockers and call him names like “Penis Parker.” They aren’t supposed to ask him on dates. You aren’t supposed to be asking him on a date; yet here you are, one of the prettiest and smartest (and kindest, despite the rumors) people in the school, and you’re asking him on a date. The problem? Peter hates your guts.

Genre: comedy?

It’ll be Okay: Everything was going well. Peter was just starting high-school, Ned’s voice was dropping from a pitchy squeal, Aunt May and Uncle Ben were happier than ever-- until they weren’t. One run in with a gun and the last father figure in Peter’s life was gone, just like that. After that, he stopped eating, he stopped talking, and even May wasn’t the same. With Ned out of town for the week, the responsibility to take care of the Parkers falls to you, Peter’s childhood friend.

Genre: ton of angst, man. Maybe some fluff? Maybe if this ends up good enough I can get someone to cry. Angst is my jam.

Don’t Forget Me: You were somewhat used to people leaving you. Your father had been gone for years now, having flown himself through the atmosphere for some unknown reason. No note, no goodbye, just gone. You had been taken in by Tony Stark, who had been like an uncle to you anyway. There you had met Peter Parker, a very special person in your eyes. That was, until Liz had gotten his attention, and, just like that, his attention was drawn elsewhere, along with Spider-Man duties.

Disclaimer: I didn’t really think this plot through all the way, so I don’t exactly know where this one would go if I did finish it.

Genre: Angst.

Really, Dad?: You weren’t exactly a technical person, unlike your dad and your grandfather before you. You were more artist than scientist, which was okay. You and your dad had had a great relationship. That was until Parker came along. Seeing a new science prodigy Tony could take under his wing, he jumped at the chance to mentor him. You couldn’t blame him. In fact, you weren’t angry or disappointed. You loved having Peter around and your dad had another person to bond with, which was awesome. But sometimes your dad got distracted with it, sometimes brushing you off to chat with Peter. Feeling like a disappointment, you try to get into science, grabbing some textbooks from the local library (and some small blueprints from your dad to test out.) but Tony instead finds you frustrated out of your mind trying to understand it.

(that was a long summary oops)

Genre: could be angst; could be comedy if i twist it around a bit.

Okay last one for now:

Oh, uh, have fun, I guess: It was a fun Monopoly night with the gang when Liz had gotten stood up on a date. Peter takes a large interest, to your dismay, and convinces you to give your blessing for Peter to pursue her. Unfortunately, you had liked Peter, and thus continues the cycle of preferring the other Allan sister. Promising Peter to help him on his endeavor, you talk to Liz about Peter. Your advice to go for it screw you over in the long run, proving it when Peter and Liz go to homecoming together.

Disclaimer: If I write this, I make no promises that it will end happily. I’m a big advocate for angst.

Genre: Angst, apparently.

conclusion: If you guys prefer one for me to finish, that would be great if you would tell me so I’d get motivation to finish something for the first time in two months. Thanks!

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blublirb · 6 years

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I want to read ur new parts (why didn't u tell me u updated??? i hate you) but that tumblr coding anomaly....

Ok FIRST OF ALL.. I figured you would find out anyway. Oops? And what are you not able to read it?? I can link you the original Google doc I wrote it on if you need

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blublirb · 6 years

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Need to Know Basis Pt. 3 | Peter Parker

A/N: The final part! I really like where this ended up, but damn, this took time to write. Thank you for all your support! I hope you stay around for some more stuff I want to write for this account. Maybe I should open requests? Would you guys be interested? Let me know!

Word count: exactly 2.8k (I worked hard to make it on the dot)

“Dude, you can’t be serious.”

“Try me.”

“Ned. Sweetie. No.”

“I stand firmly in my decision.” You dragged your hand down your face, sighing dramatically. M.J. sensed your distress from the kitchen where she was making the popcorn, but, alas, she did nothing to help you. You jumped over the back of the couch, sitting on the arm as you looked down on Ned.

“Jurassic Park 3 is not the best movie!” You practically yelled. Peter emerged from the bathroom, fresh from the shower, staring quizzically at the two of you as he entered the living room.

“Hold, on, what? Ned, you gotta be joking,” he said, eyes wide. He leaned over the back of the couch, hands clasped together as he stared at his best friend. You looked at Peter like he was your savior.

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, moving your hand through your wet hair to part it on the other side of your face. You had claimed the shower first, heading straight for it with your bag in tow the second you entered Peter and May’s apartment, and your hair was still another hour away from being even remotely dry. M.J. had taken a shower next, then Ned, then, finally, Peter.

“Jurassic 2 is definitely the best,” Peter stated, earning a snort from M.J. as she walked into the living room, popcorn in hand. You were shell shocked.

“What?” Your hands flew up to grab your hair in frustration.

“Now, hear me out,” Peter pleaded, spreading his hands wide. He stood straight, gauging your reaction. He had a fairly strong feeling you would strangle him at any moment. “Jurassic 2 focuses on Malcolm and his daughter, mainly, and has a pretty badass plot.” You made a noise of protest. “I’m not finished,” Peter held a finger up to you, much like Liz had earlier that day, causing you to stop in your tracks. M.J. laughed, taking a seat in between you and Ned on the couch, slouching in her seat.

“Malcolm makes a pretty awesome lead, and they move to a completely different island where the dinosaurs were first created.”

“We know the plot, Parker,” you deadpanned. You had really expected more from the boy.

“But it’s such an awesome movie!” Peter defended, clearly giving up an intellectual tactic on the movie. “When they bring the T-Rex to the mainland and the guy gets eaten and don’t look at me like that!” He nearly pouted when he saw you and Ned both giving him a look, basically pitying him.

“And watch how his argument crumbles,” M.J. says, starting to dig into the popcorn. You reach up to pat Peter’s head. You look to Ned, grinning smugly, narrowly missing Peter blush.

“It’s okay, little one,” you tease. “We all know the original is the best.” Ned groans, pulling at his eyes.

“No its not!”

“It’s a classic, Leeds!” You yell, ignoring M.J. nearly snorting. You give her a suspicious look. “What’s so funny, huh?”

She snickers. “It’s just.. You’re all so petty.”

“Oh, yeah?” Ned crosses his arms. “Which one do you think is the best, then?” M.J. spreads her arms, as if about to state the obvious.

“Jurassic World, duh.” Chaos ensued. Ned started arguing dramatically with M.J. You grunted, spreading your arms out with a little too much force, whacking Peter in the face. He flinched a moment later, almost as if it was a second thought. He covered his eye, looking at you in horror. You grimaced.

“Oops?” The front door opened, revealing May with a bunch of groceries.

“Why is everyone yelling?” She asked, obviously struggling with the bags. Peter immediately jogged over to help her, Ned trailing close behind. You turned around and waved.

“Hey, May. We were just, uh, arguing over which Jurassic Park movie is the best. We’re about to start a marathon.”

“Ooh, fun. The original was always my favorite.” She handed over several bags to split between the boys. Peter groaned.

“Yes! Take that, losers!” You lifted your arms in triumph and let yourself fall backwards onto the couch, your head landing on M.J.’s thigh.

“Um, ow,” she said, monotone. You rolled your eyes, smiling and sitting up, using your elbows to prop you up. May dusted her hands off as she re-entered the living room. She blew a strand of hair out of her face, resting her hands on her hips.

“I’m thinking about trying to make a loaded potato casserole tonight. Thoughts?” Peter came back in, sitting on the ground by your end of the couch, head resting against the armrest your legs lay upon. He quirked a brow.

“It’s 9 o’clock. Isn’t it a little late for dinner?” You lightly smacked his shoulder.

“Don’t ruin her spirit.” You looked up to May. “I think that sounds great.”

And it would’ve been great if May hadn’t forgotten to put the potatoes in. Majority settled for ordering pizza instead, boxes resting between the coffee table and the floor and the couch. May had gone to bed after the first movie, trusting M.J. to keep a watch on things.

“I’m responsible!” Peter protested. “You barely know Michelle!”

May gave a smug smirk. “Yes, but Michelle has barely said a word since she’s arrived. All you’ve done is shout.”

“Not true!” May gave Peter a knowing look, sending him into a grumble of arguments as he slouched against the back of the couch. The rest of the marathon spent in a comfortable silence, the sound of pizza boxes being moved between persons and popcorn crunches being the only audible sound besides the movies. After Jurassic World ended, you all planned sleeping arrangements. Ned had been too tired to move to Peter’s room, and M.J. had no intention of sharing the couch. Since there was really only room for two people in the living room, you and Peter shared his bedroom. Peter had insisted you take the bottom bunk, so that’s where you lay as Peter cleaned off the top bunk for him to sleep.

It had been about one hour since, and you had yet to fall asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the elevator. You saw your friends grow farther away as you fell, holding Ned as tight as you could. You felt your stomach drop, the glass scrape your palms, even the hairs rise on your neck. You couldn’t risk sleeping when you knew you would only relive that day’s events. You wouldn’t dare wake anyone up when they slept peacefully.

You checked if Ned had any problems, but when you walked into the living room, you saw him resting soundlessly on the floor, perfectly fine. You couldn’t help but wonder how he could sleep so well when he had nearly died earlier that day. When you got back to your room, Peter was awake, legs hanging over the edge of the top bunk. He rubbed at his eyes, yawning.

“Y/N?” He asked. You tried to look tired, like you just woke up, but you didn’t have the energy. Ironic. You settled for running a hand through your hair. “What are you doing?”

You debated whether or not to lie. Should you tell him you wanted to know if Ned had been plagued with flashbacks, too, or simply say you couldn’t sleep?

“You’re thinking about the incident today, aren’t you?” How did he know? You tried to get words out, but you didn’t know what to say. You made your way to the bottom bunk, finding it easier to form words when peter wasn’t staring into your soul.

“I can’t stop thinking about it. I wanted to know if Ned was having trouble sleeping, too.” You said, staring at the bottom of the bunk above you. There was silence for a moment, then you heard fumbling above you. The feet retreated onto the bed.

“Do.. Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, his voice quiet. You closed your eyes tight.

“I don’t know. I just.. Nothing makes sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“What caused the explosion? Why did Spider-Man, of all people, save us? Why was he in D.C.? Why wasn’t he in Queens? Did he know something was going to happen?” You heard nothing in reply. Your brows furrowed as you thought the events over in your head. “It doesn’t make sense.” Your palms dug into your eyes, visions of the elevator replaying in your mind. “I almost died, Peter.”

Before you knew it, tears were pooling in your eyes. You tried to keep your breathing steady, but you found it hard when the reality of the situation hit you like a truck. Peter must have heard you, because in an instant he was sitting on the edge of your bed. He hesitantly held his arms up, surprised when you sat up and hugged him. He sat there for a moment, frozen, before he snapped out of it, cradling you in his arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay,” he mumbled. Wait. You lifted yourself out of his arms, staring at seemingly nothing. Why did that sound familiar? “Y/N?” Peter asked. You looked him in the eye.

“Say that again.”

“Say what again?” Peter dropped his arms, head tilted. You gestured your hands in a circle, signaling him to repeat his sentence.

“What you just said-- say that again.” You looked at him with such intensity it scared him a little.

“You’re okay?” You quirked an eyebrow, looking at the wall. Where had you heard that before? You wiped away a stray tear, looking to Peter again.

“Say it like you did before.”

“I don’t understand--”

“Just,” you paused, closing your eyes and rubbing your face. You gently reached for his hands. “Just do it, Parker. I need to hear it.” He sighed. You opened your eyes, studying his features. Things were clicking together, but you didn’t understand what it meant. His gaze softened. He tipped his head slightly forward, as if the words he were about to say were critically important.

“You’re okay,” he said, sincerity and comfort dripping from his words. Realization dawned on your face, and Peter must have noticed. “Are you okay?”

“What do you do at your internship?” You blurted, thoughts racing a mile a second.

“Paperwork.”

“But that’s not true, is it?” You stood up from the bed, looking around the room. You weren’t sure what for yet. You still had to get your thoughts in place. Peter seemed confused for a second, before sitting up straight, wary of your words.

“What do you mean?” Peter stood, scratching his head.

“Why were you so anxious to talk to Ned?” You looked at him dead on, tired of walking circles around the conversation. You needed answers. Peter’s eyes widened, his jaw slackening.

“I… I was going to apologize for missing the Decathlon. Ned was a bit angry and he wouldn’t listen to a word I was saying.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you took a step forward, causing Peter to sit down on the bed again.

“Y/N, I--”

“You’re Spider-Man, aren’t you?” Silence. Everything seemed to stop, Peter staring at you, you staring at Peter. You crossed your arms, silently daring him to deny it. Peter seemed to know he had been defeated. He was at the end of the line. He sighed, closing his eyes.

“Am I really that obvious? How did you know?” He asked. Your gaze lowered, your energy leaving you.

“‘You’re okay.’ You said those exact same words to me earlier today. When you saved my life.” You sat next to Peter, legs folded under you. His gaze stayed on the ground. “Is that why you missed the Decathlon? You were off doing Spider-Man things? Is that why you left the hotel last night? Why you quit band? Why you spend all of your time on your Stark internship?”

He slowly nodded. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, wrapping his body in a hug. You buried your face in his shoulder, feeling him relax. “Thank you.” He let out a breath, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I couldn’t just let you guys die. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I hadn’t gotten there in time.”

“I’m sure Ned would be thankful, too, if he knew.” Peter turned his head towards you.

“Hm? Oh, Ned knows.”

“He does?” Peter nodded, lightly laughing at the memory.

“Yeah. He caught me crawling through my window one night. Didn’t realize he was there.” You looked out the window to the New York streets.

“That makes sense.” You let go of Peter, resting against the wall instead. A thought passed your mind, and you didn’t realize how much it hurt to think about. Still, you grinned a bit. “Dude, Liz is obsessed with you.” Peter furrowed his brow, resting against the wall adjacent to you.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“You okay? Shouldn’t that be sending you through the roof?” Peter took a moment to respond.

“Normally, yeah, but… I don’t think I really care about that anymore.” Well what was that supposed to mean?

“What do you mean? You’ve been interested in Liz since forever.” You tucked your legs under the blankets, exhaustion finally catching up to you. You yawned, not quite sure you wanted to reach the end of this conversation. Your hand rested under your cheek, trying to blink the tiredness out of your eyes.

“Well.. I think I’ve been misplacing my feelings.” Peter held a slightly concerned expression, as if trying to work out his feelings.

“Oh?” You replied. You took the time to study Peter’s profile, commiting it all to memory before you dozed off. He looked graceful, even at what must have been around 3 in the morning. You almost couldn’t describe it. His hair, his eyes, even down to the tiny freckles you almost couldn’t see unless you were really paying attention.

“Yeah. I noticed something earlier-- in the elevator.” You hummed in response, closing your eyes. Sleep was right around the corner, and you weren’t fighting it. “You tried to get everyone else out before you.” You sleepily opened your eyes, realizing this conversation changed to be about you. You looked to Peter, who was already staring at you.

“Yeah, I did. I wanted to make sure Liz and Ned and Mr. Harrington and everyone else would be okay before I was.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, and you don’t have to go out risking your life everyday, but here we are. You know, you do that a lot.” you closed your eyes once more.

“Do what?”

“Change the subject.” Peter snorted, and you wished you had the energy to see it.

“I was leading up to that.”

“Then you better get to it before I pass out.” Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I think… I think I like you.” You smiled a little, slightly shaking your head.

“Aw, Petey’s got a lil crush,” you cooed. “He doesn’t even know if it’s real.” Peter gawked.

“Are you kidding?” He laughed. “I spill my heart out and that’s what I get?” You would’ve rolled your eyes if you weren’t on the brink of falling asleep.

“Oh, shush, you big baby.” You held your arms out. “I’ve liked you long before you even knew my name. I just didn’t realize until yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” Peter scoffed playfully.

“Mmm, and you didn’t realize until just now. Now are you gonna hug me or not, Spider-Man?” You teased. Peter rolled his eyes and moved over to sit beside you, taking you into his arms. “I hope you realize full well that I’m expecting a date soon.”

“I know.”

“Preferably next weekend.”

“Got it.” You let go, sliding down the bed to lie down. Peter moved to get up, going to his own bed, when you stopped him. “Actually, do you think you could stay here? I don’t trust myself to sleep without nightmares. I need Spider-Man to fight them off.” You said, only slightly teasing. You opened your eyes a little, having a bit of trouble focusing your sights on Peter. He sighed, a small smile on his lips.

“Of course,” he said, getting under the covers. You closed your eyes for the final time, content with your night. You felt warm lips grace your cheek, a chaste kiss being placed. It was soft and warm, and it felt like an angel made Peter just to give you kisses. You grinned, pulling Peter’s arms around you.

“So, what kind of stuff does Mr. Iron Man have you do at your ‘internship?’”

Peter laughed lightly, gently pulling you closer. “I’m afraid that information’s on a need to know basis.”

You hummed. “Fair enough.”

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Need to Know Basis Pt. 2 | Peter Parker

A/N: Okay so the first time I posted this, it got wonky. Let’s try this again. So here is part 2! I’m really happy that you guys loved the first one! So here’s the thing. I’m gonna make a part 3. Haha. Stay tuned.

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“You flake! You are so lucky we won.” Your attention was quickly drawn over to Liz, who had taken Ned’s phone. She scolded someone over the phone, and your mind quickly drew up a list as to who she could be talking to. “Y’know, I wanna be mad, but I’m more worried. Like, what is going on with you?” Oh. You walked over to her as Ned put his things on the conveyor belt to go through the X-Ray.

“Hey, is that Peter on the phone?”

Liz held a finger up, signalling you to wait. She argued for another second, hearing frantic pleads to put Ned back on the phone.

“Liz, come on, I wanna talk to Peter,” you stated, crossing your arms. Liz gave you a look before an attendant told her put the phone on the conveyor belt. As she did so, you heard Peter crying out and wondered what on Earth could cause him such distress. Liz and the phone went through their respective x-rays, and you followed suit. Tired of waiting, you quickly sneaked up behind Liz, grabbing the phone and holding it up to your ear as you entered the elevator.

“Hey, Pete. Where are you? We really could’ve used you at the Decathlon. You’re very lucky M.J.-- sorry, Michelle saved our asses.”

“Y/n, I really need you to hand the phone to Ned right now.”

“Well, damn, Parker, at least tell a girl you’re not interested.” You looked to the attendant as the elevator went up, not paying attention to the many boring facts she listed about the monument. “Seriously, though, where are you? We had to stick Flash at the table with us. He’s been talking about how awesome it was that we won, which, by the way, is hilarious, coming from him, seeing as he didn’t answer a single question--”

FWOOM

The elevator stopped. You put the phone to your side, looking around. Ned dropped his backpack to the middle of the floor.

“Oh my God, look at the ceiling,” Flash whimpered. You looked up. You held the phone back up to your ear as Liz told everyone to stay calm.

“I’m gonna have to call you back.” You ended the call, disregarding Peter’s yelling. You subconsciously moved closer to Ned, seeing as he was your closest friend at the moment, since M.J. wasn’t there with you.

“Oh, we’re all going to die here,” you heard Abe say. You felt fear and panic start to boil in your blood.

“Oh, we’re so screwed,” another teammate said.

Your attention was drawn to the attendant as she gathered everyone’s attention. “Okay, I know that was scary, but our safety systems are working. We’re very safe in here.” Bile rose up in your throat.

“And what happens if those fail?” You asked, not really wanting to know the answer. You tried not to imagine falling 500-something feet to your death.

“Everything will be alright. We just need to climb out of the top.” The lady motioned for Flash to help her up. He frantically moved forward, holding his hands down for her to climb up. The trap door opened, revealing guards and citizens working together to open the elevator doors. “Come on!” She said, climbing out to help others reach the top.

One by one, your teammates climbed out of the elevator. Abe, Sally, Cindy, Charles. With every person you heard snapping wires and creaking metal. You tried to steady your breathing as you stayed behind to help the others out. Blaring alarms and flashing lights didn’t exactly help.

“Okay, who’s next?” Mr. Harrington asked. You had hoped to get Ned out next, ready to push him up, when Flash rushed forward.

“Me! It’s my turn!” He hurried himself onto Harrington’s hands. He ripped the trophy from Ned’s hands.

“Man, seriously, what are you doing?” Ned asked. Flash ignored him.

“Don’t worry about the trophy!” Liz yelled. You were about to yell the same when Flash reached the top. The elevator shuddered. You gripped the rails, a small panicked scream erupting.

“Oh, God!” You muttered, horrified.

“Take my trophy!” Flash yelled. The elevator shuddered again, shaking everyone about. The urgency seemed to increase as Flash jumped up. The elevator’s ceiling broke. You, Ned, Liz, and Mr. Harrington screamed as you free-fell. You grabbed Ned’s arm and held on for dear life, your stomach plummeting. Your eyes, watered. You bowed your head, preparing yourself for the end. It reminded you of the time you went to Disneyland with your family, going to California Adventure and riding the Tower of Terror. Except, this time, there were no seats, no bars, and no theatrics.

You briefly wondered how everyone would move on without you four. Without the prettiest, kindest Senior in the school, the endearingly lame Decathlon teacher, the sweetest nerd you’d ever met, and you. You didn’t exactly know how you fit into the equation. You weren’t popular, but people knew you. You weren’t exceedingly smart, but you were on the Academic team. You were a person full of contradictions in yourself, sticking with your three friends and nothing else at Midtown School of Science and Tech. Well, one friend, to be exact. You hardly hung out with Ned and Peter. Mainly only at lunch when you sat with M.J. at the same table they sat at. M.J. was your only actual friend.

You wondered how M.J. would move on. You wondered if she would cry over you. Maybe she would let one single stoic tear fall at your funeral. Maybe she would hold your Decathlon jacket and box it up in a frame on her bedroom wall. Maybe she would save your place at your lunch table long after you stopped sitting in it. Maybe--

A jolt brought you out of your thoughts. More screaming as you felt to the floor. You felt broken glass cut into your palms and knees. Sweat fall from your hairline. You saw Liz and Ned and Mr. Harrington fall to the ground beside you.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I’m not dead.” You let that sink in. You looked up to Ned. “We’re not dead?” He shook his head. And then you fell again. This time was less surprising, and less terrifying, like a rollercoaster you’ve been on twice already before going for another round. This time you didn’t think about those depressing thoughts. You thought about Ned. The exhausted terror in his eyes, like he didn’t want to ride the rollercoaster in the first place. You empathized with that feeling.

You didn’t scream. You let the adrenaline and fear take over, the blood boiling in your system, the plummeting stomach, the labored breathing. You took all the energy you had and reached forward, hugging Ned as close to you as possible, shutting your eyes tight. And then it stopped. You opened them just in time for Spider-Man to hit the floor in front of you, causing the elevator to go off its hinges and freefall once more. You hugged Ned even tighter, getting sick to your stomach. If the fates wanted you dead so badly, why did they have to take your friend, your classmate, and your teacher with you? And for all that is holy, why take Spider-Man with you? Why was he in Washington D.C. in the first place?

You watched as the superhero flung a web up, jumping to the monument’s ceiling and standing, upside down, on what was left of the elevator’s own ceiling.

“Hey, how you doin’?” he said in a heavy Brooklyn accent. It was so heavy, you had a fleeting thought that it was fake. But you digressed. You had no time to be analyzing New York accents. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, I gotchu.” Ned pushed you off, standing up and flailing his arms.

“Yes! Yes! Yes--”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Spider-Man yelled. “Big Guy, quit moving around!”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

You stood up, shaking. Just doing that had taken a lot of effort. You leaned on a railing. “I want off this ride. I don’t like flirting with death.” Spider-Man’s eyes widened as he looked at you, almost as if wondering why you were there. He cleared his throat.

“Don’t worry, miss. I’ll get you out of here as soon as possible.” And, with that, he started tugging on the web he held, bringing the elevator up slowly. You wished he went faster, but you figured you had no right to be ordering him about. After all, he was currently saving your life. Soon enough, he brought you to the top. Sighing in relief, you ushered Mr. Harrington and Ned out. When it got to just you and Liz, you pushed on her back.

“Go, go, I’ll be out right after you.” She complied, climbing out as soon as possible. As you took a step forward to climb out, Spider-Man flew out of the elevator. Wait, what? Your stomach dropped again, making you realize that you were falling again. Spider-Man didn’t go anywhere-- you did. You screamed, reaching your hand out to Spider-Man as he did to you. You felt something latch onto your wrist, and you wrapped your fingers around it, glad to see it was a web Spider-Man had shot out to catch you. Your legs dangled below you as you watched the elevator fall to the ground 500 feet below. You looked up to Spider-Man. “Oh my god.”

“You’re okay. You’re okay,” he replied breathlessly, pulling you up. You steadied your breathing.

“Please don’t drop me,” You pleaded.

“I won’t, I promise.” His voice held a layer of sincerity, something he didn’t have before. He let you off at the ledge. He cleared his throat again. “So, uh, is everyone okay?” He had the New York accent again. Why did he keep switching? You felt like you recognized his voice, though. You knew that voice from somewhere. But where? You nodded in response, not trusting your voice. He stared at you for a moment, as if about to say something. Then he was gone.

You quickly looked down the elevator shaft, holding onto the doors as you watched him disappear.

“Thank you!” Mr. Harrington called. A moment passed.

Flash knelt next to you, trophy in hand as he called out into the abyss. “Are you really friends with Peter Parker?” He yelled. You gave him a look and a swift smack to the shoulder.

“Are you serious right now?” He shrugged. You scoffed. “I can’t believe you.”

You were surprised when M.J. ran up to you once you hit ground level. She didn’t hug you, though. She grabbed your shoulders and looked you in the eyes, examining you. You pulled your chin back in confusion. She snorted.

“So, you’re not dead.” You rolled your eyes and wrapped her in a hug. She stood there for a moment, no doubt feeling extremely awkward in this position. She hesitantly pat you on the back a total of three times. You pulled away.

“No, but I seriously thought I was going to be.” She held her breath, then sighed, rubbing your head.

“You look like shit. I’m glad you’re not dead.” You chuckled as she turned and walked away. You figured that was the closest to affectionate she was going to get. She stopped and turned to you. “Are you coming?” You jogged to catch up with her, messing with your hair. There was definitely small dirt and glass in there. You promised yourself to take a shower later and put your hair in a ponytail in the meantime.

The bus ride home was silent. The kids weren’t up for talking, mostly. The rare times they did, they were calling their parents to confirm they were safe. You had been at M.J.’s for the past few days, as your parents were on a field trip, so you weren’t expecting a phone call. Needless to say, you were pleasantly surprised when your phone rang. You looked at your screen. Mom. You looked around, seeing M.J. asleep next to you, and Peter and Ned in the seats across the aisle. No one was really paying attention, so you answered your phone. It’s not that you were embarrassed to call your mom. You just didn’t like people eavesdropping.

“Hey, mom,” you answered.

“Oh my god, are you okay? We saw everything on the news. You weren’t up there, were you? Are you okay? What happened?” You heard the familiar voice rant. You rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“Ma, I’m fine. Yeah, I was up there in the elevator. No, I’m not hurt. Just a few scrapes and bruises. I’ll tell you everything when you get home.” You thought for a moment. “When are you coming home?” She sighed.

“Good, good, you’re not hurt. Um, your father and I are scheduled to stay at the business retreat for another week, but I’m sure we can get home a few days early if you need us. Do you want us home?”

“No, no, I’m okay. I promise. I can stay at M.J.’s a little longer, if she’ll let me.” You heard M.J. shuffle next to you. She didn’t open her eyes, but you could tell she was conscious.

“I’ll have to ask my dad. He’s visiting my aunt this weekend, leaving tonight, and he doesn’t like friends over when he’s gone,” she mumbled. You sighed. You felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Peter leaning over the aisle.

“You can stay at my place, if you want. I’m sure Aunt May won’t mind.” You gave him a grateful smile, despite the fact he obviously eavesdropped. Maybe you were just talking too loud.

“Thanks,” you turned to your phone. “Mom, I’ll stay at Peter’s tonight. I don’t really feel like going home just yet.” Ned perked up from behind Peter.

“Dude, can I stay, too?” Peter chuckled a little, and it took all your willpower not to focus on it. Peter agreed, sending Ned into planning mode, ranting about a movie marathon and things. M.J. sat up, peering across the aisle.

“Count me in, too, loser. I’m not leaving Y/n alone with a bunch of nerds.”

You ignored them, trying to focus on your phone. “Yeah, mom, I’ll be okay. M.J.’s coming, too, so I won’t be alone with boys.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. You have fun with Dad. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Bye.” And with that, you turned to the boys. “So what’s this I hear about a movie marathon?”

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Need to Know Basis | Peter Parker

A/N: I don’t know what I’m doing lmao. This is my first fic so let’s see how this goes. Planning a part 2 for this. Also this title is a bit of an easter egg, referencing the soundtrack from Spider-Man: Homecoming. And I low-key used a prompt. Anyway.

Word count: 2.1k (oops)

“What is the atomic mass of Nitrogen?”

Ding!

“14.0067!”

“Nice one, Abe!” You shouted, high-fiving your teammate across the bus aisle. He gave you a grateful smile, his eyes brightening as he faced forward once again. You felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you. Turning around, you looked at your friend Michelle-- M.J., you reminded yourself. She’s only officially declared you her friend about a week ago, therefore telling you to call her M.J., and you had yet to get the transition stuck in your head. “Yeah?”

“Try and keep your enthusiasm down a bit. I’m aiming for a completely uncaring look here, and you’re gonna ruin that,” she said, slouching down against the bus seat. You rolled your eyes, fighting to keep a smile down.

“Yeah, okay, sure. It’s not like you can achieve that all on your own or anything,” you replied, facing Liz up at the front again.

Looking you straight in the eye, Liz introduced the next question, as if playfully challenging you to know the answer. “Okay everyone, our next topic is ‘the moons of Saturn.’” She smiled. “What is Saturn’s moon, Tethys’, radius?” It took you a second to register the words, but once you did, you immediately rang the bell that rested on top of the back of the seat in front of you.

“330 miles!” You yelled.

“Correct!” Liz replied, giving you a wink before flipping to the next flashcard in her hands. You looked around the bus, seeing Ned in the back, watching something very closely, but you couldn’t see what. Slumping back into your seat, you looked to M.J. next to you, who was reading her book, silent and content. You nudged her shoulder. Not even sparing you a glance, she hummed in recognition. When you nudged her again, she looked up, but begrudgingly.

“What?” She asked, a small glare on her face. You motioned your head to the back of the bus.

“What do you think he’s doing back there?” You asked, moving your head back towards Ned again, when something in your neck popped. “Ow,” you muttered, moving your hand up to rub the side of your neck.

“Haha,” M.J. said, in her wonderfully ironic tone. You glared. She let out a breath, looking towards the back of the bus. “I don’t know,” she said, turning back around and re-positioning herself. “He’s probably fanboying over a new Star Wars Lego set.” You gave her a look.

“A what?”

“Did I stutter?”

“How do you even know he likes those--”

“--Vibranium!” Peter answered. You looked over, trying to piece together what he had said before that. What was the question?

“Correct,” Liz said, looking up from her flashcards to Peter with a small smile. “Glad to have you back, Peter.”

“Glad to be back,” he replied. He noticed you watching out of the corner of his eye and turned to you, waving awkwardly. You leaned across the aisle to the left side of the bus, towards Peter.

“What was the question? I missed it,” you asked. He seemed about to answer before his phone rang. He made an ‘oh’ shape with his mouth and stood up, looking to Liz.

“Can I take this?” He asked her. She waved him off with a few impassive words, and, with that, Peter moved to the back of the bus towards Ned, who looked up to make an offhand comment. Something about privacy? You didn’t know, and it wasn’t any of your business, so you let out a breath and sat back in the seat, looking over M.J.’s shoulder to read along with her in her book. A few minutes later, you found yourself drifting to sleep, only waking up a few hours later to grab your bags and get situated in the hotel rooms assigned for the team.

The unpacking of your bags was pretty uneventful. So was the team dinner and anything between the two. You had been peacefully on your phone while lying on your stomach on your bed in the hotel room you shared with M.J. when there was a knock on your door. M.J., who had been reading on her own bed, made no indication she was ever going to get up for anything, leaving you to groan and answer the door. The face on the other end carried a bright smile and two king sized Kit Kat bars.

“Hey, Liz. What’s up?”

She handed you the chocolate bars, and you took the moment to take in her outfit.

“Why are you in a swimsuit?”

“The team’s going for an after-curfew swim. Wanna come join?” She asked, her smile now carrying something more mischievous. Michelle sat up from her position on her bed, seemingly interested.

“You guys are sneaking out?” She asked, a bored, but slightly curious, expression on her face. Liz nodded.

“Yup! I read it in a coaching book. An act of rebellion before a big comp could really bring up the team’s spirits and help them perform better,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “So? How about it?” You shrugged, opening the door wider and looking back at M.J.

“What do you think?” It took her a moment to respond. She shrugged in return.

“Okay,” she replied, setting her book down beside her. “I think I packed a swimsuit.” You tilted your head.

“Really? I didn’t expect you to agree. Okay,” You replied, nodding towards Liz. “We’ll be down in a minute or two.” Liz smiled again, waving before walking off with the team behind her. Where did they come from? Shrugging to yourself, you looked out the door into the hallway, freezing when you looked to the left, seeing a starstruck boy in a grey hoodie. Taking a step out, you were struck by how out of it he seemed.

“Peter?” You asked, letting the door shut behind you as you walked up to him. “You okay?” You shuffled on your heels, just now realizing how barefoot you were. You prayed you remembered your keycard. When you received no response, you snapped your fingers in front of Peter’s face.

“Huh?” He looked up, realization dawning on his face. “Oh, hey.”

“You okay, dude? You looked a little ditsy there.”

“Ditsy?” Peter repeated, lightly laughing at your choice of words. You smiled, looking out into the two story lobby where the team silently headed to the pool.

“Oh, shut up.” You looked back to Peter, taking in the moment when you saw him staring down at the lobby, too. You knew immediately what he was staring at. “So, what’s your deal? Shouldn’t you be with her?” You asked, jutting your head in the general direction of the lobby. Peter seemed to already know who you were talking about. His face flushed.

“Ah,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, which was kind of hard, seeing as his hood was up. He compromised with rubbing his forehead. “You know about that?” You nodded.

“It’s pretty obvious. Your eyes dart to her whenever she walks into the room. You seem to barely get out a word when she speaks to you. You blush, like, all the time when she’s around. Pretty hard to miss.”

Peter looked at you with an inquisitive look. “You noticed all that?” You hesitated to respond.

“I’m friends with M.J.,” you started. Peter looked confused. “Oh, sorry. I mean Michelle. I’m friends with Michelle. When your friend observes everything, you kind of find yourself observing, too. I know a lot about everything now.” You laughed to yourself.

“Like what?”

“For starters,” you said, “I know Betty hates mushrooms for no reason other than they remind her of her old imaginary monster as a kid, I know Sally used to have a stutter-- And still struggles with the word ‘Agoraphobia’, I even know that Abe has a weird fondness of Bath and Body Work’s fall collection. You can smell it on him at the start of every school year.” You counted them off on your fingers, wrinkling your nose at your fact about Abe. “Damn, that stuff is pungent.”

Peter laughed, startling you. Looking up, you saw the way his eyes shut tightly; how his mouth upturns in the brightest way you’ve ever seen, the way a little dimple pops up on his left cheek, how his eyebrows furrow together in joy. It was a pretty thing to see-- prettier than you ever thought could come from a boy. You snapped yourself off from your reverie. You found yourself blushing; something that you’ve never done in front of Peter, or even when you thought about Peter.

It’s not like you’ve thought about Peter, you told yourself. Only in a strictly appropriate ‘oh, Peter? Yeah, I know him. He’s my classmate,’ kind of way. Definitely only in that way. Nothing else. What else could there be?

Except you did think of him in a different way. Just now. You thought about everything you noticed about him and realized how much you liked observing him. You often found yourself studying him whenever he walked into the room. You noticed the way his eyes darted around the room lately, like he heard something very tiny, but it was the most interesting thing he’s ever heard. You noticed his sudden disinterest in band and the academic team. And you obviously noticed when M.J. started noticing, too.

In fact, you were the one to tell her that Peter had quit band practice, only for her to bring it up when Peter said he couldn’t make it to the Academic Decathlon. You were just glad she didn’t tell the team that you were the one who brought it to her attention; she had simply told the class that she was very observant-- which she was.

You unconsciously furrowed your eyebrows as you thought those things over. Did all this mean what you thought it meant? It was definitely way too early to tell, but maybe this was the beginning of a crush. You didn’t like that thought. The thought of someone having an emotional advantage over you without knowing it brought uneasiness to your brain-- and your heart. You didn’t like the vulnerability that came with crushes. And you certainly didn’t like the thought of crushing over a highschool boy. A boy. A silly little highschool crush was definitely not what you needed, and especially the night before the Academic Decathlon. That shit would have to wait until afterwards, for sure.

Maybe you could ask M.J. for advice. Of course, she would tell you that highschool boys were stupid and immature and not worth your time. And you agreed with her wholeheartedly. Well, almost wholeheartedly. When the thought of Peter being your crush came to mind, you didn’t think it was that bad. Maybe he would be different, maybe--

“Hello? You there?” Snap, snap, snap.

“Huh?” You looked up, literally being snapped out of your thoughts.

Peter looked very concerned, which, in turn, concerned you.

“What?” You asked. Peter shook his head.

“You kind of blanked out there.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s cool. Anyway, I have to go. I was nice talking with you,” Peter said, quite awkwardly, while walking backwards. You furrowed your brows.

“Wait, where?” Peter seemed to freeze, his mind almost visibly whirring as he made up an excuse. He held his hand up, pointing his thumb over his shoulder mindlessly.

“I was just, uh…”

You pointed finger guns at him, also walking backwards towards your room. “Got it. It’s a need to know basis, and I clearly don’t need to know. See you tomorrow.” You awkwardly chuckled, turning towards your door. You didn’t wait for his response. As you looked in your pockets for your key, you glanced to your right, not surprised that he already left. Of course, your pockets were empty. You sighed as you shamefully knocked on your door.

“Who is it?” Asked M.J.

“John Cena,” You joked. The door opened a few inches, M.J.’s face poking through.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Oh, god, not the vine. Just let me in already.” She let you in.

“Hurry up and get changed, loser. We’re going swimming.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your swimsuit and went to change in the bathroom. “And hurry up! I’ve been waiting 10 minutes for you to finish flirting with Parker.”

“Shut up!”

5 minutes later, you found yourself floating on your back in the swimming pool with ten other teenagers. M.J. sat next to you on the edge of the pool, silently reading her book. You didn’t expect anything else, really. You looked over to Ned, who floated beside Abe and Charles, seemingly talking about nothing. The night had gone pretty peaceful. A couple chicken fights here and there, a few splash wars. You could’ve sworn you saw a familiar face in the glass ceiling, but you told yourself that was the chlorine fumes messing with your head.

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