speak now•peter parker✓

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The next day at school was a blur. Peter clearly didn't tell Mj yet. She was still affectionate to him, which made Grace angry, but also a bit happy. Mj didn't open up to most people, but Peter had completly changed this. Was Grace ruining their perfectly healthy relationship? She wasn't sure what her place was in all of this.

But she could tell Peter's feelings for Mj had truly faded. He seemed less intrested in her, and Grace wondered how she didn't notice this sooner. He cared about her, but not in that way. And she noticed him sending a lot more looks her way today, rather than his own girlfriend.

She didn't speak one word of what Peter told her yesterday. He trusted her, and she wanted to prove that she could always be trusted by him. He never lied to her (at least she didn't think so), so she would keep his truth.

After school, Grace was walking home. But she was taking the same path the day she got saved by Spider-Man. It still uneasy to take this route home, but it was one of the quickest and most convient ways. And she trusted that she was safe, especially with Spider-Man watching over her. Grace felt truly safe with him.

Speaking of Spider-Man, was that him over there?

Grace spotted a familar superhero in spandex, sprawled out on the concreate of the empty parking lot. He made noises as if he was in pain, and she quickly rushed to his aide. Before crouching down to talk to him, she looked around for any bad guys he may have been fighting. But there were none.

"Spider-Man? Are you ok?"

She was genuinely concerned, and he seemed to relax when he saw her through the mechanical eyes of his mask. "Y-yeah. Just a little hurt."

He didn't look a little hurt.

"What happened?" Grace asked.

"I was fighting a bad guy. I managed to take him down, but he left me with some nasty scars."

Grace didn't really have any medical experience at all, but she was going to try her best to help him. She couldn't take him to the hospital, or to anyone else for that matter. His secret identity would almost one hundred percent be revealed, and he would hate her for exposing him. And if he didn't want it to be exposed to the world, she wouldn't let it.

Although, she was dying to see who was hiding under the mask.

"My parents aren't home. I'll take you back to my house, and I'll try my best to help," Grace whispered.

She helped him stand up, and their arms were wrapped around each other to help support the hero. Grace blushed a little bit, knowing how close they were. She tried to stop since she needed to focus on the fact that he was hurt. But she just couldn't.

"You don't have to do that for me."

"It's the least I can do. You saved me in this exact spot."

He slowly nodded, and she helped him back to her house. Spider-Man observed the rest of her apartment as she walked him to her room. Spider-Man had only ever visisted in her room, and through the window.

"Your apartment is nice," Spider-Man complimented through coughing and struggling to stay awake.

A familar scene then occured. Spider-Man in Grace's bed room. She helped him sit down on the bed, and then assured him she would only be gone for a few minutes to grab some things to help patch him up.

She grabbed some materials out of a med kit, including bandages to help cover whatever cut he had recieved. In a hurry, Grace returned to her room. But Spider-Man was passed on her bed. She assumed he was asleep, unable to tell with the mask covering his face.

"Spidey... can you please wake up?" Grace whispered softly.

"Mmmm... huh?"

He suddenly lifted his head up, and Grace then helped him stand. "I'm sorry. I've just trying to help."

"Ok..." She took a deep breath, trying to figure out how she was going to do this. "I can get you something to change into, and then I'll help you. I don't think I can really do it with your suit on."

That felt weird, really weird, to say out loud. But he sofly nodded, as she settled on an oversized shirt and sweatpants to lend him. Grace extended her arms that contained clothes to the hero, which he accepeted.

Grace turned to face her wall as he changed. She just knew that his mask was off behind her, and it was ever so tempting to look. To know who had saved her, and who had visited her all of this time. But this felt good to her. Finally being able to pay him back for saving her that night just a few weeks ago.

When he was ready, Grace turned back around. It was an unsual sight. The still masked hero with other clothes on other than a Spider-Man suit. His suit was on the ground next to him. Grace could almost sense that he was smiling under his mask.

She approached him with shaky breaths. "Can I lift your shirt up?"

Spider-Man was stuttering big time. "Uh, y-yeah. Of course."

The hero was so confident, unlike her real crush. She hadn't heard him stutter this much before. It was probably just because he was so hurt, and so vunerable. Grace had asked him a bit of an uncomfy question.

Grace's fingers touched the T-Shirt he was wearing, and she lifted it up. A small gasp escaped her lips. Before, she had told her friends that he must be hot under the mask as a joke, but maybe it wasn't a joke anymore.

He had abs alright. Grace had almost forgotten what she was doing.

"You alright?" Spider-Man asked, sounding back to his cocky and confident self. Yet, he was still sweet about it.

"Shut up," she mumbled, beginning to tend to his wounds.

He wasn't being overdramatic though. He had a big gushing wound right across his chest. After Grace did her best to mend it, she patched it up. "I tried my best," Grace said, finally finishing tending to him.

She could tell standing for so long while so weak was bothering him, so they both sat down again.

"I'm so tired," he mumbled.

Grace had never seen a superhero so vunerable before.

He once again collapsed onto her bed, but this time taking her with him. His arms were embracing her, and she wasn't sure what to do. Interally, she was panicking. On the outside, she tried to keep her face firm.

His touch... felt so good. "Spidey, you have to go back to your home. Wherever that is..."

"Can I stay?" he whispered, a gloved hand suddenly touching her hair.