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Saved - 1 (Peter Parker T.H)

You sighed as you heard the voicemail of your best friend, after ringing him for the fourth time that night.

Hi! It's Parker, Peter Parker. Call me later? His chirpy voice sounded through your phone speaker, as you sat on the curb of the road, sniffing slightly, rubbing your watery eyes furiously.

"Peter? It's Y/N. I've rang you , like,  four times now. Can you please pick up? I... I needed a lift home, but Mom is out of town, and Y/S/N isn't replying and I don't wanna walk through Queens by myself in the dark and-"

The answering machine cut off with a beep and you cursed softly.

"Damnit, Parker."

You couldn't wait any longer - you'd been sat outside your boyfriends - well, ex boyfriend, now - house for twenty minutes now, after storming out after a particularly bad argument, and you probably needed to accept that   neither Peter, nor your sister, was going to pick up the phone anytime now. Pulling your sweater sleeves down, to cover your cold hands, and swinging your bag over your shoulder, you looked up at the darkening sky, the moon just beginning to show, and began the twenty minute walk home.  It'll be fine. You told yourself, chewing at your already bitten-to-the-quick nails. It's not even properly dark yet.

Your phone was in your hands, so you'd have something to look at, anything, to distract you, from the anxiety that was building up in your stomach, but you had no one to text. The only people you were close enough to message were seemingly ignoring you, and you found yourself wondering just why Peter was ignoring you. Perhaps he was with Ned , you mused, or MJ. You didn't know exactly why you felt jealous at that. It's not like Peter and I were best friends first or anything... You thought sarcastically, hating your slightly bitter tone.

You were ten minutes away from your home, a little apartment on the top floor of a building on the outskirts of Queens, you realised, as you passed a closed café you often frequented, for the ice blue slushies that you and Peter drank on a hot day, or warm pepper mint coffee in the midst of winter. You could do with a warm drink right now, at eight o clock in November, your warm breath steaming out in front of you, visible from the dim light of your phone.

A  ping came from your phone, distracting you from your surroundings.

Peter Parker 🦕 is typing...

A small smile appeared on your face. He hadn't forgotten you at all. He was just busy. Your anxious thoughts subsided for a few minutes - you weren't annoying him, he-

"Give me the phone." A harsh voice spoke from in front of you, and a tiny, shocked, shriek, elicited from your lips, as you looked up to see a teenager, perhaps only a few years older than you, his face partially shadowed by a hood from his jumper.

He was taller than you, only by a little, and in the day time, perhaps you wouldn't have been so scared.

But nighttime, in an empty street? A whole other thing.

You froze, like a deer, in headlights.

"I-"

"Give me the phone." He snapped.

"No, I-" You protested weakly, thinking about how many photos and memories were contained in the iPhone in your hand, the one you cursed yourself for waving it around, almost asking to be robbed.

"I won't ask again. Give me the fucking phone."

You were trembling, as you held out the phone, trying to think of anyway you could get away. But you knew, in the stupid heeled boots that adorned your feet, you couldn't exactly run.

He grabbed it hastily, and it occurred to you that he didn't seem like a very experienced robber, him looking around every few seconds for what you could only assume were the authorities, that very rarely patrolled this part of Queens anyway.

"Please, don't take my phone-"

You were cut off, shrieked again, not by the boy in front of you, but by a presence, another person, who seemed to have dropped from the fucking rooftops.

You blinked, ready to run, heeled boots be damned, when you properly looked at the person, and felt a gasp elicit from your lips. Spider-Man?

"Everything okay here?" He looked directly at you, in a tone that sounded deep, but almost as if he was putting it on - it kept cracking.

The robber in front of you was as pale as you now, mouth open wide

in surprise.

"H-He took my phone." You were still trembling from shock, pointing at the older boy in front of you.

The boy looked down at your phone, back to Spider-Man, back to you, and then, quick as a flash, dropped it to the ground and took off running, faster than you would have guessed he could have.

You immediately dived towards the mobile, on the ground, picking it up hastily, as Spider-Man took off too, after the would-be robber.

You were still shaking, but more in shock than in genuine fear. Two or three large cracks now were on your phone screen, and you sighed a little, but were just glad that that was the only casualty of the night. The notification from before Peter Parker 🦕 is typing... still remained on your screen, but no more joined it. No frantic phone calls from the boy, not even a single text was on the screen. You stared at that for a few seconds, unsure of what you had done to him to cause him to ignore you, before deciding that the situation at hand was arguably more important.

Standing up, dusting off your baggy jeans, you carefully zipped your phone into your bag, surprised the robber hadn't tried to take that also. You looked around, to see that both people who had been on the street with you a few moments ago had both disappeared. What were you supposed to do? Wait for Spider-Man to come back? You decided that you had already waited around enough for people tonight, and began glumly walking back home again, looking around you constantly, on edge, and therefore, saw Spider Man just before he frightened the living daylights out of you again, dropping down from above you.

"Jesus, dude, you really need to stop fucking doing that." You pointed out, crossing your arms.

"Sorry, ma'am." He had an almost grin in his voice.

Huh. Ma'am?

"You okay?" He continued, still trying to put on that deep tone. You could almost swear you recognised it.

You shrugged. "I guess."

"Why are you walking around alone?" He questioned.

"Broke up with my boyfriend. I was hoping my friend would come walk me home - he knows I don't like the dark much. He didn't show though."

You very much sounded like you needed pity, and you very much so hated that. You continued.

"It's fine. He was just busy. He's busy a lot."

The boy next to you, walking, not swinging around the rooftops as he was usually pictured, paused for a few moments.

"I'm sure he wanted to be there, he-"

You shrugged. "It's like this a lot. I'm, unfortunately, used to it. I get it. We're just growing apart."

"I-I'm sure that's not it-"

"Look, Spider-Man , I don't need you to be my shrink or whatever."

You laughed a little. "But thankyou. For saving me."

He turned in your direction, and you'd imagine, without a mask, he'd be grinning. A soft grin, that barely pulled up the corners of his mouth - he'd be tired, you guessed, and -

"No problem. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Hi Y/N, I'm Spider-Man." He replied.

You laughed. "I don't get a real name?"

He paused again. "I-I don't usually-"

"It's fine dude. I get it. Anonymity is key." You smiled softly, before walking in silence for a few minutes.

"You gonna follow me the whole way home, Spidey?"

"Just wanna make sure you're safe."

"I appreciate it." You smiled at him, before looking up at the building in front of you. "Well, this is me."

You looked at him.

"See ya around, Spidey."

He laughed, a cute laugh, that, god didn't you recognise it?

"See ya around, Y/N."