Punk Rock (Spider Punk//Hobie Brown x Gn!Reader) ON HIATUS

3: It's Very Manly to Sew

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      When you reached your apartment, you noticed that none of the lights were on, lucky for you, that probably ment either your Uncle Sam was gone or asleep. 

      Climbing up the side of the building to the window in your living room, you silently slid it open and began crawling inside. In the blink of an eye, the lights suddenly came on.

      A strain of anxiety filled your voice as you say to your Uncle, "Officer Stacey! How are things going?".

      As he stood there, crossed arms in front of him, he said, "Hey there S/N.".

      You fully crawled though the window and shut it behind you. 

      He pulled something out of his pocket and put it on the table. 

      You quickly noticed it was a Polaroid photo of you with your mask off, standing on top of the Brooklyn Tower, you knew you shouldn't have left that in your pocket, he must've found it while doing laundry.

      "Oh, yeah, about that-" You were cut off by him squeezing you into a hug.

      "Oh I'm so proud of you, my little Y/N all grown up, saving the world just like your old Uncle" He said, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

      "But I thought you hated S/N, er well, me, in a way" You question.

      "Well, I've had a change of heart, also your suit is torn on the shoulder" He says.

      You pull your mask off and hug him back.

      "Why don't you go get changed, and I'll fix up your suit while you make something to eat" Your Uncle Sam suggested.

      You nod and quickly walk off to your bedroom. Letting out a sigh, you grab an outfit and change into it, folding your suit and carrying it out to the couch where your Uncle Sam sat with a sewing machine sat and a bunch of fabric.

      "Are you planning on redoing the whole suit or something? What's all this for?" You question as you hand the suit over.

      "Well I had a few ideas if you want to listen"

      The two of you had sat on the couch brainstorming and writing down ideas for around three hours before you had decided on a final upgraded design for your suit and the sewing had begun.

      "If I'm fast about it, this should be done by tomorrow morning" He said with a determined look.

      You laughed before turning towards the kitchen to make something to eat.

      "Hey kiddo, are you up?" Your Uncle Sam said as he slightly cracked your bedroom door open.

      "Hm?" You groan as you sit up in bed, slightly covering your eyes from the artificial light pouring in from the living room.

      "Oh! My bad! I'll just leave this here" He apologizes and sets what you think is your suit on your desk chair before shutting your door.

      You look over at your phone, turning it on to check the time.

      5:47 AM

      You begrudgingly sat up, walking over to where your suit was neatly arranged and folded on your chair. 

      Quickly, you put it on. It was even more comfortable than it used to be. 

      All of a sudden, you heard your uncle's radio go off.

      "All available officers, please report to the Flushing Bank at 186 Montague St. We have a hostage situation"

      There was rustling in the living room as he scrambled to get his uniform on. 

      You opened your door, now wearing your entire suit, except for your mask, which after a bit of searching, you noticed was lying on the living room table. 

      You quickly shot a web at it to grab it before pulling it over your head and opening the window.

      "See you there kiddo" Your Uncle Sam said as he walked out the door and ran down the stairs.