❛ chasing you ❜ | peter parker

Chapter 4

Peter was in deep shit.

He didn't know what had happened back there, he doesn't normally let petty bank robbers get away, ever. He knew for sure he wasn't drugged, nor was it the headache he had earlier that day. It might have been the thief herself.. Peter hoped it wasn't though. His simple reasoning for that was during the time that she - did whatever she did to him, he was still hung up on why he had let her get him like that. He should have been more professional and less childish.

I mean he could have easily broke the web entwining them..

Spiderman, Peter, could hear feet coming towards him, he thought it could be that girl again but he knew she had better places to be, so he second answer was the police.

He was partially correct, it was the police.. and Nick Fury, he looked angry, angrier than he normally was, Peter could tell by the amount of force that he was walking with, and also the sudden amount of veins that had appeared on his head. Even before Fury edged round the corner Spiderman knew his expression, and it wasn't pretty, it kind of looked like what an angry tiger would look like it you gave it a spicy lemon and it had a brain freeze at the same time, also give Fury the attitude of that poor tiger too.

There were three officers with guns trailing behind him, Nick himself was also carrying a gun, just a handheld one though, Peter could tell he had just arrived and hadn't come prepared to do whatever he was going to do.

"What happened" Fury's voice boomed with anger laced with a tiny thread of disappointment, "You are Spider-Man. This is not supposed to happen."

"Sir- Mr Fury, I'm sorry I don't know what happened" He walked up to Peter and pulled out a swiss-army knife and sliced through the layers of webs wrapped around him finally freeing his body from this cocoon-like experience. Spider-Man almost fell to the ground, as the was a few feet about ground level.

"What was she like, give me a brief description of her"

"Uh- wel- she uh had long blonde, like light blonde hair, like uh kinda white but in between blond and white like - uh platinum?"

"Mhm yes continue" The S.H.E.I.L.D director hummed as he scribbled down what Peter was saying onto a small note pad which had miraculously emerged out of his pocket.

"She was my age? I think? And she had an accent-"

"Accent?" Nick paused, "What type"

"It was like a subtle New York accent. Oh! She also said something in a foreign language."

"Foreign?"

"Like Italian or someth- OH she said something to me in Italian, I think it was mes ami?"

"No- it wasn't because that's French, did she say mio amico?"

"YES yes uh yes she did" Peter stuttered.

"Goddammit Parker, you're literally Italian! Mhm okay so do you think that was a second language or something?" Fury further questioned.

"Maybe, I'm not sure, I mean she could be like learning it in school or something. I'm not sure"

Nick Fury stepped back and ushered Peter to follow him. By this time Peter decided to take off his mask, as he was only with the director it seemed like a safe thing to do.