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It was a Saturday morning, in which it was 8AM

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It was a Saturday morning, in which it was 8AM. Both Eliza and Hobie were sleeping, in the same bed. Hobie slept on the right side while she slept on the left side. And guess who had all the blanket?

Mr. Brown.

Eliza's father had woken up earlier to get ready for work. He had drank his morning coffee, which was just straight coffee and water, this bothered Eliza all the time since it was nasty.

He always said his goodbyes when he was about to go to work. Eliza hated this, she always told him to say "see you later" instead, since a goodbye would mean a fair well to her. After all, that's basically what her mother did.

He grabbed his keys and everything he needed, making his way to Eliza's bedroom.

He then knocked on the door.

"Eliza?" He spoke a little loud so she could hear him.

She didn't.

Hobie woke up, not fully awake, just half awake. He sat up a bit and didn't realize her dad was about to walk in.

"I don't know if your sleeping or not but I'm going in." He mumbled as he turned the door knob. Hobie rushed and got out of the bed, dragging the blanket down with him, making him tumble down.

And he's fucking Spider-Punk?

Or should we say Spider-Man, since he doesn't like labels.

That's not even making it better, anyways.

In which he then quickly made it to her bathroom, noticing he forgot his shoes. "How did I forget my shoes?" He muttered as he leaned his head against the door, he's screwed.

The man looked around the room, noticing her fully asleep. He knew she was a heavy sleeper but that didn't explain the blanket on the floor and the shoes next to it, which obviously weren't hers.

He walked over to her as he tapped her shoulder to wake her up, only then he had to shout her name to actually wake her up.

"What the fuck, dad?" She shouted as she sat up so fast looking to her right. He wasn't there.

"is he here right now?"

"Who's here?" She asked him.

"Don't play dumb with me Eliza, who's damn shoes are those?"

Fuck.

"Hobies.." She raised her hands as she prepared herself for the yelling of her life. "He's not here, he just dropped them off because fun fact, he got a new apartment."

"Don't lie to me." He stated as he began to fiercely walked around the room to look for him.

"How about you go ask him, you already know his situation." She shrugged.

"He's such a bad influence, you can do great things, you have potential." He pointed at her

Hobie leaned against the door, listening to their conversations.

"Just because he does things that you don't like, doesn't mean he's a bad person dad!" She shouted as she felt bad for Hobie listening to everything.

"Dad, the only reason you don't like him is because he literally does whatever he thinks is right, in which he is always right." She pointed. "That's literally what you did back in your day, you tried to stop a robbery when you were 14, I guess you wanted to play cops and robbers badly enough that it ended up terribly."

"No no, do not turn this on me." He walked towards the door as she got up. "I was a very responsible kid, but when he gets the cops called on all the time, that's where I cross the line."

"Yeah and I wonder why." She stated, giving him a look.

He sighed, understanding what her point was. "Son, get out of the bathroom." He shouted as he stared at the bathroom door.

Captain wasn't really the one to play with so he had to listen. He reached for the doorknob, opening the door and slowly walked out.

Busted.

"Long time no see Captain.." He saluted him and stopped his pace.

"Yeah sure." "You're grounded, one month." He glanced back at Eliza and which all she could do was frown.

"For what?"

"For what?" He paused. "Did she just say for what?" He asked Hobie as Hobie in fact himself had a little smirk on his face. "I would think so."

"Dude, your totally not helping in this situation." She sighed as she threw a small pillow at him, in which he caught.

"Did you sleep in her bed?" He questioned him, taking him by surprise.

"Dad!"

"No funny stuff, grounded 2 months now, this is an unbelievable situation." He raised his voice as she hurried him out the room.

"Oh my gosh dad, see you later." She shut the door and stood there processing everything that had just happened. Hobie broke out into laughter as she stared at him, 'no funny stuff'? Are you serious dad.

But no matter what her dad just told her, she broke out into laughter too. She didn't know why she was laughing when she just got grounded for 2 months.

"Dude, why is the blanket on the floor?" She asked as she tilted her head in confusion, stepping over it as she made her way to the closet.

"I tumbled onto the floor in a sweet rush to hide, i panicked okay." He chuckled a little as he saw her smile.

"And your the spider person ?" She furrowed her eyebrows, smiling, as if nothing had happened a few seconds ago.

"Yeah don't mention it mate."

Her mind full of ideas. She definitely wasn't going to be staying in her room on a SATURDAY. Plus, she got bit by a spider and can do supershit.

"We're leaving and your teaching me everything about your spider lifestyle." She quickly grabbed whatever shit she could find and made an outfit.

"Aren't you grounded?" He asked her as he put his shoes on, and finished making her bed.

"He'll get over himself."

"I've caused you to become a troublemaker." He joked as she slapped him on the arm, making her way to grab her phone.

"I'll go shower, you wait here."

"If your pops come back home and still sees me here, ill probably dead y'know." He said, falling back onto her bed.

"You're spidey boy, lock the door and web the doorknob."




-I PROMISE WE ARE GETTING TO THE PART WHERE SHE SPIDERWOMAN AND SWINGS AROUND THE CITY, trust me y'all 😞😞. i hate this chapter and will rewrite it tomorrow but it's 12am. MAKE SURE TO COMMENT AND VOTE, it gives me a motivational boost but you reading makes my day anyways. 💓💓

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