Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader

13 || Suspicious Minds

We can't go on together

With suspicious minds

And we can't build our dreams

On suspicious minds

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"Mom, I don't think this is edible," I say, picking at the incredibly burnt casserole in front of me.

"I know," She groans, flipping her piece over; it's hard as a brick. "Do you want to go pick up some Chinese food?"

"Yes, desperately," I laugh, and she chuckles.

"Okay," She decides. "I'll call and order, you just go pick it up, alright?"

"Sure, Mom," I say, grabbing the money she drops on the table. I give her a kiss on the cheek before moving over to the door. "I'll be back soon."

I shut the door behind me and make my way down the stairs of the apartment building, shoving my hands in my pockets.

It's cold out now, but I relish it, letting the wind blow through my hair. I make my way to our usual Chinese place which is a few blocks away, giving my Mom enough to time to call in our order.

The bell rings as I walk inside and I wait by the door for my order. I check my phone, just for something to do, but my head shoots up as I feel someone tap me on the shoulder.

"Oh, sorry!" A familiar voice says apologetically. I spin around to see Peter, cringing at how fast I shot upwards.

"Oh, Peter, you scared me!" I exclaim. I sigh with relief and laugh a little, and Peter laughs along with me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I just saw you standing here, so..." He trails off.

"Yeah, I'm... My Mom's not the best cook." I explain, and he chuckles.

"My Aunt isn't the best cook either." He replies.

"So... are we gonna talk about what happened at the party the other day?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm, uh, really sorry about that," He says. "Ned heard about that guy with the gun thing on TV and saw you had a cut and for some reason thought you were Prophet." He laughs again. "And now that I say this out loud, I realize how ridiculous it sounds." I laugh.

"It's fine, but I promise you, I'm not Prophet. It would be pretty cool, though."

"Yeah, I wonder what it would like to be a superhero," Peter awes. I frown.

"Don't you know Spiderman?" I ask. "I think that Flash or someone mentioned it to me a couple weeks ago."

"Oh, uh, kind of? It's a really long story," He says, rubbing his neck.

"I don't mean to sound, um, weird, or like any of the other girls in our school - or Flash, who is obviously in love with Spiderman - but does he go to school with us?"

"Well, I don't really know that much about him, but I don't think so... why?" He asks.

I shrug. "Just wondering," I lie. We stand in silence for a second, waiting for our food. "You should get him to come to Flash's party sometime," I say. "I think he would be so surprised that he would shut up for the rest of eternity."

Peter laughs, and it sounds so familiar, like I've heard it a thousand times. "That would be amazing."

"That would be amazing," I say. "Like if the cast of The Sixth Sense got together for a reunion." Peter looks at me funny. I frown.

"What did you just say?"

"That it would be amazing?"

"No the other thing."

"Oh, that Flash shutting up for the rest of eternity is almost as amazing as the possibility of The Sixth Sense cast getting together for a reunion."

"Is that your favorite movie?"

"The Sixth Sense?"

"Yeah... is it your favorite movie?"

"Um... yeah, why?" The weird look on Peter's face vanishes and he looks down. I blink.

"No reason, it's nothing." He says.

"Did I say something wrong? Do you not like that movie or something?"

"Oh, no, you didn't say anything, um - it's just a long story," He covers. "I have a... friend who likes that movie."

"Oh," I say. "Well, it sounds like we would get along."

"You probably would." He says, but this time it's with a smile.

"Order for Y/N?" The woman behind the counter calls, and I wave goodbye to Peter sheepishly before handing the money over to her. She passes me my food and I turn to leave.

"I'll see you around, Peter," I say, opening the door, letting a breeze inside.

"See you, Y/N," Peter says with a smile. I grin the entire way home, letting the bag swing back and forth in my hand.

"What took you so long?" My mom asks as I come inside, dropping the food on the kitchen counter.

"I ran into a friend from school," I say, taking my jacket off.

"A friend?" She asks, and I recognize her tone with a roll of my eyes.

"Not that kind of friend, Mom," I say, shaking my head. "I have Chemistry with him and he's friends with MJ and I've gone to school with him for a while."

"Is he nice?"

I nod. "Yeah, he's nice. I've run into him a couple times. I saw him at the party I went to yesterday, too."

"What's his name?"

"Peter Parker," I say, helping her unpack the food. I place a can of soda on the table for myself.

"Peter Parker? Like May Parker?"

"I think that's his Aunt," I say. "Why, do you know her?"

"Yeah, I work with her," She says, and I turn towards her.

"You do?"

"I think so," My mom sits in her seat, breaking her chopsticks apart. "I'll have to ask her tomorrow at work."

"Don't do that!" I exclaim.

"Why not?"

"Because it's super embarrassing." She laughs.

"Alright, fine. I won't. But you should try to get to know him better, he seems sweet."

"Okay, Mom, I will." I say, though I'm not sure I really mean it.

Maybe I could get to know Peter. Maybe he wouldn't be a bad friend to have. Maybe I know him better than I thought.