Super Human? •PETER PARKER 2•

Chapter 28

I wake up with a shiver I blink and see I'm staring at my ceiling. My bedroom ceiling. Why can't I just have a normal night out with a guy I like? I shake that feeling away and sit up. My door is open and I see someone on my couch. I flip my blanket up. I'm still in the dress so I grab a pair of leggings pulling them on. I throw the dress off and grab a tank top and quickly pulling it on as I go out to my living room. I see Peter sleeping on the couch. I tap him and his eyes jolt open. "Peter?" I ask. He groans a bit and sits up grabbing his shirt from the floor and putting it on. I didn't even notice he was shirtless until he stood up to pull it on.

"How's your head?" He asks.

"Should you be here?" I ask. He shrugs.

"Felicia hasn't been back yet. I was hoping to talk to her so I figured bringing you home would be better," he explains.

"What happened? I blacked out, are you-

"Stella," he says stopping me. "It's fine. Felicia took the photo back to Fisk. The benefit had to end early cause her goons showed up. Pepper helped out, expecting something would happen. I was out for a little bit, but I got the end. I tried following Felicia but I lost her. Thought she'd come back here. So when I brought you back I decided to stay."

"Our couch isn't very comfortable, you probably could've slept in Felicia's bed," I suggest. He shrugs and winces a little bit. I look down at his arm and raise my eyebrows. "Woah, she really got you." I see five large scratches going clear down his arm. The middle one is the deepest and scabbing over the worst. He shrugs lightly again.

"She scratches me all the time. Every time I see her."

"Seems unhealthy," I say joking at the relationship they could have. He chuckles a bit.

"I'm worried she's gonna tell, you know about my identity. I really don't need people I put into the Raft finding out they can get to my aunt."

"Do you want me to talk to her?" I ask him. I've noticed we've sat on the couch at some point during this conversation though I don't remember making that movement. He shakes his head.

"No. I need to talk to her. I think it'd be-

He stops talking as I hear keys jingling outside. The door opens and I see Felicia limp in. She raises her eyebrows at the two of us. "Stella, Spider-Man," she says nodding her head lightly. She puts her keys in the bowl by the door and limps to the nearby chair to take her boots off.

"I'll leave you two to talk," I say. Peter goes to speak but I quickly go to my room shutting the door behind me. "Okay me," I whisper to myself. "Don't listen in!" I whisper.

"What are you doing here?" Felicia asks.

"Damn it," I whisper as I lay on my bed.

"I need to talk to you," Peter says.

"Aren't we supposed to fight? Cat's don't like bugs you know?" I can feel Peter roll his eyes.

"Why are you doing this? Why'd you do that back at the museum? How'd he find out about-

"Peter honestly don't you think I've known? Don't you think people know with how careless you are? Mary Jane, Michelle Jones, Ned, May, Happy, all the Avengers, Stella, those are just some people who know or knew you are Spider-Man and you think it's still a secret?"

"How do you have all those names? How did you figure it out?" Peter asks.

"I'm not an idiot Parker. It's not hard to find people with big mouths and people who hate you. Put it all together and Fisk can find anything. Not to mention Mysterio being a big help," Felicia explains. I hear someone get up and then I hear the couch cushion push down. Gotta love my heightened senses.