*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ YOU took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Wiping your sweaty palms on your tights, you shook your head and got rid of all the jitters you had. With your unsteady hands, you picked up your bag and slipped it on your arm. Shakily, you stepped of the edge of your fire escape and wrapped your arms and legs around Peter, who was sitting on one of the steps, watching you in amusement.
"Okay, I'm ready."
"You sure? Do you need to take a couple more deep breaths?" Peter asked with a slight smirk.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "Just put on your mask and get going Bug Boy."
Peter furrowed his brows and frowned slightly, "I resent that."
"Yeah, well I don't care. Just get this over with," you grumbled quietly.
"Well alright then grumpy pants."
"Shuddup."
Peter slipped on his mask and jumped off the fire escape, slinging his webs onto the edge of your apartment building creating a 'thwip' noise. Although, that noise was quickly masked by your shrill screaming of pure terror. Your eyes were clamped shut tightly and you were clinging onto Peter like your were drowning and he was your buoy. Obviously, swinging through the crowded streets of New York couldn't be further from that.
"Ya know," Peter shouted over your loud shrieking, "I don't get why you hate this so much, we've done this so many times."
You simply gripped him tighter and yelled even louder.
Luckily to Peter's relief, he had finally reached the rooftop you two hangout at. He gracefully swung to the roof and landed on it without a scratch.
"Hey, we're here. You can let go of me now," Peter told you while prying your fingers that were dug painfully into his side. Your fingers didn't move though and your face styed buried in his red and black lycra clad shoulder.
