Don't Let the Spiders Bite (MaleSpidermanReaderXMarvel)

Chapter 8: Shock to the System

  The weekend arrives as you sit in Dr. Kafka's office going over some homework as she went over her notes for the formula.

Kafka: You know you don't have to be here this long right? You could have left an hour ago.

Y/N: I know. But I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Besides, nothing wrong with a little over achieving.

Kafka: I know, I just worry. Oscorp has been a target for tech related heists as of recent. Can you hand me the uhh. Hmm, oh the red liquid.

  You walk over to the red vial and hand it to her.

Y/N: You think I'd get hurt as an intern?

Kafka: You never know. A lot of thefts have been getting bolder, especially since those Spider-Kids came into the picture.

Y/N: I mean, they look more like. . . young adults to me. You think their making things worse?

Kafka: I don't think they intend to do harm. They seem to be in it for the good of New York, but because they got involved, I fear the crime rate is only going to get more lethal. Can you hand me the chemical salt?

  You hand her the salt as you just lean on the table, watching her work.

Y/N: I think they can handle whatever crime throws their way.

Kafka: Well those two got you in a better mood. You used to have such a chip on your shoulder, but now you seem more relaxed and even happier.

Y/N: W-WHAT?! No. I'm perfectly the same. 

Kafka: Did you finally get a girlfriend or something?

  You stumble on your words as you just scratch the back of your head.

Y/N: What? Me? Noooo. I'm not anywhere near attractive enough for one.

Kafka: Really? The way Ms' Stacy speaks of you, I find it hard to believe.

Y/N: Oh we're just friends. Best friends in fact heheheee. . . . But, what does she say about me?

Kafka: How smart you are, how lucky she is to have a reliable and caring friend like you. Slipped out how handsome you were at one point. Conners still won't let her live that down. But you didn't hear that from me.

Y/N: Well. . . . I guess. I just. . . I just think she can. . . she can do better.

Kafka: What?

Y/N: I mean. . . I. . . I love your hair. It looks amazing.

  Kafka turned back to look at you with a confused expression as she pulls her mask down.

Kafka: Do I have to get my therapist side out?

Y/N: No.

Kafka: Really? Because I'm hearing a lot of self-deprecation.

Y/N: It's nothing, just. . . I just, think a lot of girls could do better than me.

Kafka: So you don't have a crush on anyone.

Y/N: I do. On this one girl at school. Even though I like her a lot, I. . . I still don't think I'd have much to offer anyone. I. . . I can be. . . clingy at times.

Kafka: Define clingy? Do you feel like you hold onto people in a way that feels suffocating to them?

Y/N: I just. . . I just really like. . . Okay, so I don't tell anyone this, but I really like. .  . physical affection. Like, hugs and stuff. When I was younger I used to hug everyone in school, it made people find me annoying, and I was sensitive to being called annoying, so I tried to avoid people all together to counter being. . . being pushed away I guess?