𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, peter parker

CHAPTER 3

"TOUCHING HIM WAS LIKE REALIZING THAT ALL YOU EVER WANTED WAS RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOU."

ANDIE WAS SITTING IN HER BEDROOM with her hair in a messy bun doing her homework. It was midnight, her mother was sleeping so she only had her one lamp lighting up the room.

Noises weren't unusual for New York, it was the city that never slept. However, when she heard scraping at her window, that wasn't normal.

The brunette girl grabbed the pocket knife she had stored in her bedside table and waited to fight. She had survived one terrifying event during the night in New York, she could survive another.

She was shocked, to say the least, when she saw a familiar red and blue skin — tight suit. Spider — man.

"Holy shit!" Andie exclaimed, opening her window. "Mr. Spider — man, sir. What the fuck? And are you okay?" she ran her hands through the loose pieces of hair from the sides of her bun.

Spider — man groaned, his suit had scratches and blood stains all over it. "Im
sorry, Andie. I just need a sec'." he breathed heavily, he was sitting on his knees on Andie's bedroom floor. She paid no attention to the fact that her bedroom was fully carpeted and New Yorks very own superhero vigilante was bleeding all over the white carpet.

"No, Spider — man, you aren't okay. It's fine, stay here, I'm gonna grab the first aid kit. Alright?" she decided. "I took lifeguarding courses when I was fourteen, I know what I'm doing." she lied.

Andie didn't really know what to do. There was a very injured, loved superhero sitting on her bedroom floor and she had to be trusted with saving him.

The bad news was, the first aid kit was unfortunately in Cléa's bathroom. Cléa's bedroom was the master, meaning it had a bathroom attached which was where the med — kit stayed.

She tip — toed over to the bathroom, quietly opening the cabinet and grabbing the med — kit. Her mother was a heavy sleeper, odds are she wouldn't even turn.

Andie walked back into her bedroom, the boy was still on her floor. Andie didn't know what to do. How do you try to fix a wound that is underneath clothing?

Andie simply tried to disinfect the wounds to the best of her ability and put bandaids on where she could. "I don't know, Spidey. I'd go to the doctors after this." she shrugged, finally sitting up. She was leaning very close to him while fixing his wounds. Probably too close for a complete stranger. "And you're asleep. M'kay." she talked to herself. Andie grabbed one of the many blankets off of her bed and placed it on him.

Then she went to bed as well.

Hours later, her alarm started going off. She had completely forgotten about the boy on her floor, so she ignored her last alarm. Figuring she would stay home today, or go in late.

Cléa knocked on Andies bedroom door. She very quickly woke up. Andie sat up, remembering. "Andrea! Es-tu presque prête pour ècole?" Cléa yelled through the door. ( meaning : are you almost ready for school? )

Andie stammered, "Uh — Um — Yeah! Don't come in, I'm changing!" she yelled back, smacking Spider-man's arms to wake him up before Cléa barged into the room.

Spider-man finally awoke to chaos, he joined in with that chaos as he realized the mistake he had made. "Oh, shitting fuck!" he muttered to himself. "Thank you so much, Andie!" he whispered as he opened the window and left, Andie waved goodbye to him.

Cléa opened the door, Andie quickly turning around. "Ay, you not ready! Andrea! Tu ferais mieux de te dépêcher, c'est ridicule." Cléa yelled. ( meaning : you better hurry up, it's ridiculous )

Andie sighed in relief, thank god. She wasn't sure how she managed to pull that off. A boy — No, not just any boy, Spider-man slept in her bedroom and her mother didn't find out. She was seriously starting to believe she was invincible.