Here for You

Chapter 3: Peter Benjamin Parker

I sat up and watched the brawl, and took in the moment.

I had never really seen up-close violence before, but I always got adrenaline rushes just from watching the Avenger fight scenes. Of course, this wasn't nearly as intense, but it was fun to witness.

"Hey fella. Next time, pick on someone your own size!" Spiderman called as he kept dodging hits and firing webs.

Kid was a cocky little thing.

I was a bit shaken up, but I got over it easily now that I knew everything was alright.

I scooted forwards a bit more, when my hand came in contact with a different texture from the ground; the backpack.

Some of the books were spilled out across the ground, so I tried to tidy it up for whoever had left it there. As I picked up a composition notebook, a name written in thick black sharpie caught my eye:

Peter Benjamin Parker

My eyes widened at the notebook. This was his backpack?! Upon a slight further inspection, there were clothes tucked inside. I slipped the notebook in and zipped it up.

Then the grunting and thuds stopped, and I turned my attention back to the action.

Or, lack of it.

"Aw come on!" Spider-Man whined as I saw the homeless guy run off.

"That's the third one this week," Spider-Man muttered to himself, kicking a pebble on the ground. It seemed as though for a second he forgot about me, so I stood up and moved into his line of sight, before he dorkishly turned around.

"Wow...um, thank you. I was just trying to find directions...and I noticed he was stealing this backpack," I said, holding it up to him and I could see his posture change. He lightly took it from my grasp and held onto it.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah I-I'm fine. Just was a bit sudden you know? I know to avoid sketchy people when in New York but...I didn't really expect anything to happen," I said, indicating it was my first time.

"Oh. Well that's...that's a relief," he said, staring at me, and it made me a little nervous. There was a silence between us before he spoke up again.

"Oh yeah! Um, you said you were looking for directions?" he realized and my mind went black for a moment.

"I-I did. Yes. Uh. I need directions to the..." Come on Y/N think!

"A certain high school. I forgot the name, which isn't helpful, but I just transferred there so..." I stumbled over. Shit I'm so bad at lying.

"Do you mean Midtown? Midtown High School?" he asked, and I assumed that was the one he goes to, since it was the first high school he thought of.

"Yes! Midtown. Right. Of course! Yeah, where is that?" I asked.

"Yeah, come here," he muttered excitedly as he took my hand moved out towards the street. The brief touch gave me a fluttery feeling that I quickly ignored.

Once we reached the street, he looked towards the right and pointed his finger down the road.

"Okay so. You're gonna go straight and turn left on 77th Street. From there you go down past the deli towards Jamaica Ave, and take another left there. Walk about a quarter of a mile, then it should be on your right, past the train station stop, pretty hard to miss," he instructed carefully. I have a pretty good memory so I got all of it down.

"You got that?" he asked lightly. I nodded.

"Okay. But just in case...here one second," he said as he fumbled through his backpack. I watched him closely, until he looked back up and changed his tone.