ON HOLD
#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧
"Witnesses have made statements of seeing you with the wanted vigilante Spider-Man, so what we would like to know is whether or not these allegations are true."
"Half the city of New York has been seen with Spid...
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"OH MY FUCKING GOD PETER!"
Pure adrenaline cascaded throughout every inch of my body, my arms and legs helplessly wrapped around Peter's suited up frame, screaming for my life.
Buildings whipped past us as I tried my best to keep my eyes closed, but the wind and the feeling of freedom overcame me in the instant.
"Not so loud!" Peter exclaimed in my ear, making my grow red with embarrassment.
Our bodies jolted together when he released one web and shot another, the restaurant coming into clear view. I'd say I'm never doing this again, but this feeling of bliss is stronger than anything I've ever felt before.
"Sorry!" I screamed, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck and hiding my face in his now repaired suit.
My hair whipped past my face with zero effort, Peter's swings coming towards the ground as we neared the restaurant my father is inside waiting for us at. I screeched as Peter landed in an alley, my body wrapped around his torso like I'm a gigantic baby.
But the adrenaline hasn't stopped, so I'm not sure I can just simply release my hold on him until I calm down.
Peter chuckled, his arms wrapping around my back in a soft hug, my heart swelling as I buried my nose deeper in his neck.
"We've landed, MJ." And I know that we have. But my heart continued thumping ferociously in my chest, my skin crawling with nerves and my cheeks bright red from the realization of how intimate swinging with Peter can be.
"Mhm," I mumbled into his neck, wishing we could just stay like this and not have to face my dad on a day like today.
But, man, what a crazy ass day, huh? Near sex with Peter, drunken sadness with friends, skyscraper swinging with Peter, and now dinner with my dad and his new girlfriend on my mom's death-iversary?
Crazy indeed.
Sighing, I released my hold on Peter and jumped onto the ground, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans.
Peter was most definitely smirking at me under his mask just based on the way his head tilted at me, but he didn't seem like he had anything to say on the matter.
"What now?" I asked, looking at him suited and standing in front of me like I was the only thing left in the world.
"I change," he said, grabbing a backpack I had zero idea was on his back the entire trip. He slugged it off of his arm and onto the ground, unzipping the bag and looking back up at me.
My wide-eyed gaze locked on his masked one, me not having a singular idea what to do right now. Especially because I was wrapped around the guy so tightly, I hadn't even noticed a backpack on him. Embarrassing, right?
