Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader

43 || Yesterday's Papers

Who wants yesterday's papers

Who wants yesterday's girl

Who wants yesterday's papers

Nobody in the world

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I wait anxiously inside the Shake Shack for Natasha to get here, my food barely touched in front of me. I'm too nervous to even pretend to eat it.

I pull out my phone and open Snapchat, using the camera to see if the hooded figure is still behind me. Of course they are. I can't catch a break.

I see a woman enter the restaurant and make her way over to me. Her eyes are shaded by sunglasses, and her hair is short and blonde, but she and Natasha have similar noses.

My phone buzzes as the woman puts hers away and I check it nervously. One text from Natasha: "Recognize me?"

Relief flows through my body as I look at the woman again. Of course it's Natasha. "Nice disguise," I type. "The guy is behind you to the left wearing a hood."

"Leave in two minutes," She replies. "Turn down the next street towards that alley and I'll help you from there. Wait for my signal."

"And what will that be?" I text.

"You will know it when you see it." She responds. Hesitantly, I stand and throw out of my food, walking out of the restaurant. I don't turn around, but so can tell that the person is following me.

As Natasha instructed, I turn into the alley, and I hear the person do the same. My heart is racing. What is Natasha doing?

Thump.

I turn around quickly and watch as Natasha tackles the hooded figure, immediately overpowering them. Though they struggle, Natasha pins them to a wall and removes their hood.

A young woman no older than twenty five with blonde hair and green eyes is behind it; and she, surprisingly, looks frightened for her life. Natasha pulls off her disguise and the woman's eyes grow wide.

"Oh my God, you're Natasha Romanoff!" She exclaims, the fear on her face contorting with surprise. Her eyes dart from her to me quickly.

"Who are you?" Natasha demands, not letting the woman off the wall. She gulps, the surprise fading and the fear returning, triumphant as always.

"Please don't hurt me." She squeaks, her eyes shut tight as if preparing for a strike.

"Don't hurt you? How about don't hurt me! You followed me here!" I exclaim, breaking my silence.

"Well, yeah, I was following a lead." She says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Natasha and I share a confused look.

"Who are you?" I ask as Natasha asks "What lead?"

"Can you let me go, please?" She says, gesturing to her uncomfortable pinned up position. Natasha sighs and let's the girl go. She sighs with relief, clutching at her chest.

"Answer our questions." Natasha's voice is hard.

"My name is Jaime Jackson." She says, her voice much calmer now. Why is that name so familiar?

"Wait, Jaime Jackson? You write for the paper, right?" I ask. Natasha raises an eyebrow.

"Uh huh. The Daily Bugle." Jaime nods.

"I've read your stories about Prophet and Spiderman. They're pretty good." I compliment, and Jaime beams.

"Thank you! That's actually the lead I'm following up on." She explains. Natasha and I share a frightened look.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Someone told me you were Prophet." She says, looking at me. My heart drops into my stomach. Last time someone found out I was Prophet, I ended up being kidnapped by HYDRA.

"Who? Who told you that?" Natasha asks, her voice demanding. Jaime's eyes widen.

"I... don't know. It was an anonymous tip. We have a hotline."

"A hotline?" Natasha and I share another look.

"Yeah, you know, a super hotline. For identity tips on unknown supers. I mean, most of you we already know, but Prophet and Spiderman are totally unknown. Prophet bolts after every save, we can't even get her to make an interview."

"Wait, a hotline?" Natasha asks. "How have we never heard of this before?" Jaime shrugs.

"I dunno. It's on our website."

"Why do people think I'm Prophet?" I ask, using as much innocence as possible.

"Well, people saw someone who matched your description coming out of Stark Towers, and now that Natasha Romanoff is coming to your rescue, I'm starting to believe them." Jaime looks between the two of us, raising an eyebrow.

"I come out of Stark Towers all the time... because I work there."

"What?" Jaime asks.

"I'm the intern. I work for the Avengers. Press releases, mission reports, stuff like that." I say casually, and I watch Natasha give me a proud nod.

"Oh. So it's not you?" Jaime looks surprisingly disappointed.

"I'm sorry to disappoint." I say, and Jaime gives a sad smile.

"It's not your fault." She says. "I know you know who it is, though." She adds quickly. "I mean, you work for the Avengers and you are one, Ms. Romanoff, so you have to, right?"

"Well, yes, but-" Natasha starts.

"I also know you can't tell me who it is. And that's okay. I'll figure it out eventually." Jaime smiles confidently. I check the time in my phone and my eyes widen.

"Shit, I'm gonna be late. I have to leave." I say, and Natasha nods.

"I'll walk you home," She offers.

"Sorry for bothering you, um..." She trails off.

"Y/N. I'm Y/N," I say with a laugh.

"Y/N," She repeats. "That's a pretty name."

"Thank you," I say, and we share a smile.

"Oh, here's my number," Jaime says quickly before we can walk away. "You know, in case you need anything. Or if you're ever persuaded to do an expose about working for Stark Industries and the Avengers." She winks, and I laugh.

"We better get going," Natasha says after a moment, and I nod, heading out of the alley. "It was nice meeting you, Jaime. Sorry about the wall pinning."

"Sorry I scared you with the following thing." She apologizes, and I laugh again, and we head down the alley.

(A/N: Only six more chapters of this to go! Thank you guys for almost 3k reads on this story <3)