POISON WEBS ↴ PETER PARKER

⇢ 6 | GOUDA IS A CHEESE

Y/N 🍪

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I NEED TO FIND THIS AUNT MAY.

I know it's technically none of my business, but I started asking around the school for information about Peter. After yesterday's incident, I was a little concerned why a teenage boy was hanging out in the middle of the night, bruised and limping, and in an entirely different district.

I had two theories:

Peter is in a gang.

This 'Aunt May' is a suspicious character.

And yeah, maybe Peter really did just fall, but I was worried! It was the bare minimum to at least find out if everything was okay, regardless of how long I'd known him. Seriously, though, what was Peter Parker getting himself into?

"I bet you're thinking of Spider-Man," Luka said, whacking me over the head with a baguette, "you've been staring at that wall for five minutes straight."

Endowed with the knowledge that there were probably now breadcrumbs in my hair, I narrowed my eyes, spinning around to stare at my foster-brother in the face. He had his blue hair pinned back by snake barrettes, and a guitar pick earrings dangling next to the smug grin on his lips.

"No, I couldn't care less about Spider-Man," I frowned, swatting him with my hand, "I'm thinking about Peter."

"Who's Peter?" Luka asked.

"Peter Parker, he's in our class."

"Oh..." the boy said, narrowing his eyes, "yeah, I know him."

The tone he said that with was highly questionable, and I cocked a brow. Luka really only had eyes for a few people, Bucky included, but I didn't think he'd judge someone he couldn't even recognize by first name. Picking up my backpack from the floor of the cafeteria, I motioned for him to follow me on my journey to my locker.

"He's in my gym class," my brother continued, "like, the dude is super fit, but he's more awkward than those Captain America videos they force us to watch."

I had to stop myself from laughing. Peter was definitely awkward, but I thought it was endearing at the very least. I shouldn't say that. I can't call a boy I barely know endearing. Jeez, [y/n].

"Why do you have that baguette?" I asked, changing the subject.

Luka shrugged. "Marinette and I are trying to make it into a guitar for our band Kitty Section."

"You're going to make a piece of bread into a guitar?"

"Did I stutter?"

"No, but that doesn't make it any less confusing."

Coming to a stop in front of my locker, I grabbed the lock, twisting in the digits to unlock it. I usually didn't like to stay after school for long, because of my science projects, so making sure I grabbed my stuff quickly was on the top of my list.

"I've been thinking," Luka continued, watching as I shoved my books into my bag, "we need to find Spider-Man."

I didn't look up. "Why?"

"Because he's your soulmate, you idiot!"

"Doesn't mean I want to meet him," I frowned, "he's a spider, and I hate spiders."

I knew the boy was going to go on another ranting spiel about 'how Spider-Man isn't an old man' and how 'he's not actually a spider', so I considered tuning out and thinking about something else. I had a lot of homework, some unfinished things regarding YANA, and movies on Netflix to watch.

Rolling my eyes, I went to shut my locker door, but I nearly fell over when I saw a shadow hovering behind the metal flap.

It was Peter.

He was standing there (awkwardly), one hand on the strap of his backpack nervously, as he rocked back and forth on both feet. The bruise I saw on his cheek yesterday was mysteriously gone, but I resisted searching for any traces of covering just in case he noticed. I didn't want him to think I thought anything was wrong.

"Hey," I smiled, properly shutting my locker, "how are you Peter?"

Luka scoffed from behind me, but I ignored it.

"Gouda," Peter said, his eyes bugging out of his head, "cheese, no that's a cheese, I mean good, I'm good."

I laughed softly. "What's up?"

"Nothing," he mumbled sheepishly, "are you doing anything right now?"

"Uh, well—"

I was about to prepare a response, but I was cut off rudely by Luka, who finally decided it was his time to shine in the conversation. He grabbed the handle of my backpack, tugging me away from my locker.

"Sorry," Luka said curtly to the boy, "we're actually really busy."

Peter's eyes dimmed. "Really?"

"Yeah, we're going on a quest to find Spider-Man," my brother continued, "so sorry, man, catch you later."

Before I could say anything else, Luka had dragged me down the hallway, leaving the brown-haired boy standing alone by my locker. I felt bad, and I didn't even get to question him about Aunt May and if he was in a gang.

"What was that for?" I frowned, shoving him off me.

Luka continued walking out the doors and down the stairs.

"He was totally going to ask you out," he explained, letting me shuffle after him, "in whatever awkward way possible, I guess, but I could see it in his eyes."

"You don't even know Peter, how could you 'see it in his eyes'?"

"The stammering? Then asking what you were doing?" He sighed, "If he wasn't going to ask you out, then he has some crippling fear of you and wanted to know what places to avoid."

I narrowed my eyes. "Thanks, Luka."

"Besides, you shouldn't focus on other men, we have to focus on finding your soulmate."

"How are we even supposed to find Spider-Man?"

"Flies."

"What?"

"Nothing, never mind," Luka said, tapping his chin in thought, "I think we should stage a robbery and let him come help you."

Okay, now was a great time to tune the boy out. Whatever devious plans he was cooking up in that brain of his were always ridiculous, and I didn't even want to find my soulmate. Just because we were 'bound together' doesn't mean he's guaranteed to be a good person. Or nice. Or that he'll like me, or that I'll like him.

So no, I don't really want to meet Spider-Man.

And I doubt he'd want to meet me.

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it's 3am, but I'm too happy to sleep, so I thought I'd update!!