Imagine

"Something's wrong."

The next few weeks of school flew by, a mix of homework, studying, training, and lunches with MJ, Ned and Peter. I had a really nice time at Peter's house too. May was so nice, and treated me like I was her daughter. The only thing I struggled with was the homework, but the others helped me when they could, Steve turning out to be a total history nerd.
I suppose that fitted though, because he had been alive for a while now.
It was Friday evening, and I was lying on my bed, listening to music and finishing up some chemistry I had leftover, while waiting for dinner to be ready.
Just then I heard a little tap at the window, and saw Peter standing there in his suit. I pulled out my earplugs then opened the door to the balcony, and he rushed over to hug me.
"Hey," I laughed, stumbling a little at the force of the hug.
"Sorry," he said, stepping back, "I just had to make sure you were okay."
"Any reason?" I asked, studying his worried face.
"No," he looked strange, like he was lying. I called him out.
"Are you lying to me, Peter Parker?" I stared him down.
"No," he said slowly, "I just wanted to check on you," he added with a small smile. "What were you listening to?"
"Line without a Hook, by Ricky Montgomery,"I told him, "it's one of my favourite songs."
He grinned at that, and took one of my earplugs and put it in his ear. I pressed play, and he smiled as the song started.
"Dance with me," he asked suddenly, taking my hand in his.
"Okay," I agreed, putting the other earplug in. I put my other hand on his shoulder, he put his on my waist, and we danced to the song, doing a little waltz out on the balcony.
"You never told me you could dance, Spideyboy," I grinned, staring into his eyes. He smirked.
"You never said anything either, love."
My heart jumped at the nickname, and I lent my head on his chest, as we swayed in the evening sunshine. He began to whisper the lyrics into my ear, and twirled and dipped me when the beat dropped. It was pure bliss.
After the song finished, he took my face in his hands, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me closer.
"I have to go," he whispered, suddenly pulling back "I'll see you tomorrow, lovely."
I smiled, disappointed, but not letting it ruin my mood.
"Bye Pete," I replied," giving him one last kiss on the cheek. He blushed, and waved as he swung out of sight.
I sighed. Dancing had been lovely, but I couldn't help feeling there was something he wasn't telling me.
Steve called for me to come down, and I left my room, trying to focus on the good, rather than the possibility that Peter was lying to me.

Dinner was also weird. The others kept exchanging looks, like they knew something I didn't, but whenever I tried to bring it up, they began talking about something else, like school, or training.
Eventually I was fed up.
"Something's wrong. What are you guys not telling me?" I exclaimed, causing Bruce to choke on a pepper.
"She's smart, Tony, if she figured out something was wrong then you ought to tell her." Steve told my dad.
"That bit was easy, you guys never talk over me, and you always answer my questions. So what's the big secret?"
"I'm not telling her." Tony sighed, "She'll only get in trouble."
"Tony. she could be taken if you don't tell her," Nat countered.
"Okay, now I'm freaked out. Dad, no ones going to take me away, are they?" I said, panic rising in my voice.
"No." He gave Natasha a glare. "You're staying with us, no matter what." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "It's nothing, sweetheart, I promise."
"You're lying."
"I'm not. Believe me when I say that, I'm not."
I stood up, accidentally knocking over my glass, which spilled over the table.
"Y/N!" Tony scolded.
"I'm done. If you're not going to tell me what's up, then I'm going to my room." I started to walk away, ignore the others telling me to come back. Tony huffed, and sat back down.
"Well, she's got your stubbornness." Steve quipped, trying to lighten the mood. No one laughed.
I ran up the stairs and into my room.
"FRIDAY, lock the door." I instructed, and fell back on my bed, trying to make sense of it all. I went over to my chest of drawers, looked in the mirror and shook my hair out from its ponytail. I spotted something and looked closer in the mirror.
Something flashed past outside my window, a dark shape and I whipped round, edging towards my weapons closet.
"Peter?" I called out, hesitantly. "Is that you?"
I took a knife, holding it close as I opened the balcony door.
I tried to scream as a hand yanked me outside, but it covered my mouth and muffled it. My knife clattered to the floor, as I felt a cool needle press into the skin around my arm, and the world began to fade away.