I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?
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"You're sure Ned won't mind me tagging along while you guys hang out?" I ask nervously as Peter and I walk to Ned's apartment.
"No, I cleared it with him earlier, don't worry." Peter assures me.
"Right. I just don't want to feel like a third wheel or something." I say, and Peter laughs.
"A third wheel? Y/N, we're the one in the relationship."
"No, I know that, dummy. But still." I reply.
"Ned's fine with it, don't worry." He says, and I nod. "But knowing him, he's going to grill you with questions like he did the other night. I think he still thinks you're Prophet."
"Well, I am Prophet." I remind him.
"Well, yeah, but he doesn't know that!" Peter opens the door for me and we head into the lobby of Ned's apartment building. Peter clicks a button and buzzes up to Ned's apartment.
"Hello?" A woman's voice comes through the speaker.
"Uh, hi, Mrs. Leeds, it's Peter and Y/N."
"Oh, hi, Peter. You guys come on up, Ned's in his room." The door unlocks and Peter holds it as I walk through it.
"You know, maybe I should tell Ned." I say as we walk into the elevator.
"What?" Peter asks.
"Well, it's not really fair to him if I don't. You know, Betty knows, and we all know that you're... you," I eye a security camera as I talk.
"Well, don't do anything you're uncomfortable with." Peter says. "I don't want you to tell him if you really don't want to."
"No, I do," I insist, because it's true. "Ned clearly is good at keeping secrets, since he's been keeping yours for so long, so I don't think he'd tell anyone. He'd probably freak out a little, but it would be nice not to have to sneak around." Peter nods.
"You're right." We get off the elevator. "But it's really up to you." Peter knocks on the door and we wait for a moment until Ned gets us.
"Hey, guys. Thanks for coming over." He says, somewhat out of breath from what I assume is the long walk from his bedroom to the front door. He motions for us to come in and we do so.
"Hey, Mrs. Leeds," Peter calls towards the kitchen.
"Hello, Peter!" A woman calls back. She comes from around a corner wearing an apron. Her hair is tied up into a low messy bun and she has flour on her face. "You must be Y/N." She grins at me. She's younger than I expected, and there's this sort of sparkle in her eye.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Leeds."
"Oh, please, call me Annie. Peter only calls me Mrs. Leeds because he's too polite to everyone." She teases, and I laugh.
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Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader
Teen FictionY/N L/N leads a pretty normal life: an A average student at Midtown High, well-liked, well rounded, etc. A not so normal part of her life? Being Prophet, a superhero like figure with incredible abilities and the difficulty of not being able to tell...
