Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

(HC) The Curse [Part 2?]

This one is kind of like a continuation of (HC) The Curse of Good Things. If you want a quick recap: basically Peter had to choose between you, Ned, or Stacy (his crush) to die, and he chose you. For obvious reasons, you didn't like that very much. It's up to you whether this is a continuation or its own separate story.

I haven't really been feeling up to writing recently and when I do I hate everything I come up with, so go easy on me. I'm trying. 

"I told you: I haven't been in his life for years." You crossed your arms in your seat and glared at the man interrogating you. A lot had happened in the past 24 hours, and to say it was tiring would be an understatement. Peter had gotten his identity revealed to the entire world, and now you were dragged into the spotlight because you had both been friends sophomore year. Since then, well, it hadn't gone so well. You pulled out of the friend group, put distance between you and Peter because everytime you looked at him, you remembered thinking you were going to die because of him. Kinda sours the mood. So you found new friends to hang out with, and tried to see Ned every once in a while. It had been months since you'd seen your old friend.

"Did you stop hanging around him around the time you, Ned Leeds, and Stacy Goodwin were kidnapped?" The man didn't seem to care that you bristled at the memory.

"Yeah, so I don't know what he's been up to since." You leaned back and wished glaring at him would stop this pointless conversation.

"Why did you stop hanging out with him? Because you found out he was Spider-Man?"

"I didn't know he was Spider-Man until, what, 20 hours ago? I'm as shocked as you." You rolled your eyes. "Can I leave yet? You've got nothing on me and you're just holding me here because you can."

"We'll see." The man stood and walked out of the room, leaving you alone with the very obvious one-way mirror. You waved just in case someone was watching, then looked down at your hands. When you saw Peter again, you were gonna beat him.

A couple minutes later and the door opened. In walked the man you wanted to see the least. "You." You glared daggers at Peter as he sat awkwardly in the corner. "You're the reason I'm in here!"

"I'm sorry (Y/N)!" he squeaked, wanting to look away but trying his hardest not to.

"I don't see you for years and then suddenly I'm thrown into a cell because I knew you at one point." You weren't stupid. You knew they put him in here because they wanted one of you to confess something, so you were careful about your wording. "Also, what's with the whole Spider-Man thing? There's no way that's you."

"That's what I'm telling them." He gestured toward the mirror.

"Good luck convincing them. I have yet to convince them we aren't sleeping with each other." His face went bright red and you laughed. "Seriously though, somebody pissed in their coffee or something."

"They haven't let up interrogating me for hours." He ran a hand through his hair. "I hope May and MJ are alright."

You perked up. "MJ?"

"Michelle."

"She knows?"

"She figured it out," he mumbled. You cracked a smile.

"You always were terrible at keeping secrets. Hey, did they grab Ned by chance?"

"Yeah." He rubbed his hands together worriedly. "I hope he hasn't said anything."

"Stacy?" Something flashed across his eyes.

"No."

"You two not seeing each other? I thought for sure you would've hit her up after crushing on her for so long." Maybe you were bringing her up so they go could interrogate someone else, but you were still shocked.