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He knows he shouldn't. He knows it.
It's creepy and stalkerish but he means well.
He can't help it. There's just something so captivating about her.
Maybe it's her silvery blonde hair that looks almost metallic at night.
Maybe it's her glowing blue eyes he could see from down the block.
Maybe it's the way she dresses herself and carries herself like she runs the world.
Her life is a movie and everyone else was casted as extras.
He couldn't place it, but whatever it was about her kept Peter coming back to the roof of the parking garage across from her apartment building.
He'd begun keeping track of what time she'd gotten home from work, the direction she always came from, which apartment was hers.
He wanted to get up in the morning and see if he could catch her on her way to work so he could watch over her there as well, but following her to work is where he drew the line for himself.
If anything would be just too creepy for him to do, it would be to follow her to work every morning.
He hadn't told anyone of his secret admiree but by god did he wish he had someone to brag to about her.
One specific evening, however, he'd noticed that the mysteriously gorgeous woman hadn't come home when she usually did.
He tried not to let himself worry too much and just assumed that she either got caught up at work or decided to do something on the way home.
He prayed she wasn't with a different man. He didn't allow that thought to linger in his brain too long. He hated the way jealousy bubbled to the surface when he thought of her with someone else.
He stayed seated on the roof for two hours. But eventually he'd finally gotten himself to believe that she likely was with someone else and wouldn't be home.
So back home he went and tuned in to his police radio whilst twirling a pencil around in his hand.
'Need backup units to 37 South Street. Stray wolf-like dog running rampant and attacking civilians.'
Usually he'd undermine calls about stray animals and left those for the animal control. But the fact that the police had taken the case and were asking for backup peaked his interest.
He'd suited up and swung down a few blocks to the street that the call was on. Sure enough, he saw a team of officers chasing down a blur of white fur.
The poor dog wasn't attacking anyone like the call had said. It was dodging people and swerving faster than anyone could react so people were hurting themselves trying to avoid the animal.
Peter couldn't hold back a laugh when the dog managed to lose the officers. They'd run out of steam but the dog/wolf seemed to have years of stamina saved up.
He swung behind it as it fled down an alleyway. He stopped when the wolf stopped and sat to take a break. It was panting pretty hard and was favoring their front right leg.
Peter landed behind the animal seeing as it was cornered. He didn't wanna scare it but when he got a good look at the animal, that's when he saw the thick blood stains on its leg.
It's injured.
"H-hey, buddy. I'm not scary. Well, I might look scary to a dog. The whole bright red suit thing," Peter reasoned, holding his hands up towards the animal. He gasped softly when the wolf locked its eyes on him.
Those glowing blue eyes. He'd know them anywhere. But he shook his head. There's no way. As far as he knew he got rid of all the mutants after he imprisoned Harry.
But if this was the woman he'd been watching over, she didn't seem to be an evil mutant. She seemed scared. Confused. Injured.
"Can I touch you? I just wanna help," Peter crouched next to the wolf and half heartedly smiled through his mask when it laid on its opposite paw.
It offered its bleeding leg to Peter but yelped when he gently picked it up.
"Hey, it's okay, sorry," He cringed and shot a web on the wolf's leg, then wrapped it securely around the wound to stop the bleeding. "There. That'll stop the bleeding. Now um... I'm gonna... pick you up now. I gotta get you to May. She'll know more about this than I will."
The wolf growled softly when Peter slipped his arm under it's abdomen and lifted it, but once it realized it was safe in his arms, it settled and seemed to lean into him.
With a couple thwips of his webs, he made it back to his and May's cozy little home. Thankfully, his aunt was seated in the living room with a mug of tea, still dressed in her nurse clothes.
