Marvel // Wrong Number

Chapter one: 1 Broken arm and 2 churros

A/N - This is my first story so comments are appreciated, I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I do -Peace out

Current time: Queens NY 1:35am

Peter: Ned!
Dude!
Uh...I was on my way home and I kinda very much broke my arm..can you tell the teachers I won't be in class tomorrow?

??? - Who did you kill?

Peter: REBECCA ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK

???- I wOnT HeSiTatE BiTcH

Peter: Ok- you're not Ned

???- How do you know?

Peter: Ned would be concerned

???- So..how did you break your arm exactly?

Peter: Are you going to sell my information to the government and have aliens kidnap me?

???- Hell yeah!

Peter: oK

Peter: I might have kinda accidentally...fell off a bridge onto a car that is currently going off

???- Haha, you need some milk

Peter: Ma'am this is a Wendy's drive thru

???- K, you got my respect kid

Peter: Who you calling a kid
OMg are you a creepy old guy that wants to SELL my ORGANS on the black market??

???- Nahh...dw I already got all the organs I need

Peter: Oh..well good
....WAIT WHAT

???- Bahaha I'm joking jeez
I'm 16 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Peter: Wait fr?
Dude we're the same age

???- Ayee no way
Also quick question..we've been talking for some time now how are you not dead yet?

-At that moment Peter was slowly walking back towards his apartment after patrolling, there wasn't anyone around so he wasn't worried. After the fall he had wrapped his arm in place with his webbing, so he had propped up his phone on his bad arm and was stubbornly trying to text-

Peter: The willpower of suffering teenager keeps me alive

???- Mood
Anyways seems like you got the injury covered
Do you have a name?

-Peter was grateful that they didn't push on the subject. He would take painkillers and fix it up when he got home, knowing that his quick healing was already starting to kick in.-

Peter: That's a lil sus bro

-Though honestly Peter was starting to like this person-

Peter: Well screw it
I'm Peter. Peter Parker

???- Cool, I'm Jared, I'm 19 and I never learned how to frickin read
Tho..
Honestly didn't think you'd tell me haha

Peter: Well who are you *cough* Jared

???- That, I cant tell you sadly so you'll have to call me something else

Peter: It's like ya gotta hide your identity?
I know a thing or two about that

???- Says the person who just gave away their name?

Peter: Oh- right
...shit

???- Dw Peter I totally won't tell everyone I know your name, I swear ( *｀ω')

-Peter just rolled his eyes at that point-

Peter: So what am I supposed to call you?
Also, pronouns? I don't want to assume

???-  Respect, it's she/her/hers
And hmmm
My bro calls me a smart but terrible nightmare, which I took as a compliment of course
Tho I prefer the title memelord

-Peter snorts-
*peter has changed ??? to DivaQueen*

DivaQueen: Yasss!
My true purpose in life has come!

Peter: *Plays the sacrificial kazoo*

DivaQueen: Take my money

Peter: Haha imagine having money

DivaQueen: As a totallyyyy 100% normal teenager with a totallyyy normal life, mood

Peter: Okayyy then
Dang I'm home

DivaQueen: Hi home, I'm dad

Peter: Did- did you just

DivaQueen: Yes, yes I did

Peter: I feel like nothing else can surprise me more at this point

DivaQueen: Is this a challenge?

-Peter not thinking where this person might actually be located then said-

Peter: 2 churros take it or lose it

DivaQueen: Ight bet

-As Peter struggled singlehandedly through his bedroom window he couldn't help but give a slight smile. Who was this person? He thought and why do I have a feeling that something interesting is going to happen soon. He shrugged it off and quietly slipped into the bathroom to fix himself up. When he walked out the pain was already decreasing he'd just have to remember to be careful in the morning. He decided he'd grab food on his way out tomorrow just in case May was still home, man he didn't want to stress her anymore if she saw the arm. Soon enough Peter had passed out into a deep sleep thinking of churros completely forgetting he was originally trying to text Ned and totally unaware of how eventful the next day was going to be.-
~end~