Imagine Book 2

Bullies and Break-Ins- Peter Parker (Spiderman: Homecoming)

Fem Y/N

The cafeteria was alive with noise, as usual, the sound of laughter, chatter, and the occasional clatter of trays filling the air. Y/N sat at a corner table, quietly nibbling on an apple and minding her own business, when the bullies decided to strike. It started with a casual, almost sneering tone.

"Nice sweater, Y/N. Did your grandma knit it for you out of leftovers?" one of the girls jeered, her voice dripping with mockery.

Y/N stiffened but didn't look up. "No. I bought it myself," she said evenly, hoping they'd take the hint and leave her alone.

But of course, they didn't.

"Oh, with what money? Your allowance of two pennies and a button?" another chimed in, triggering laughter from their table.

"Do you even own more than one pair of shoes?"

Y/N's knuckles tightened around her apple as she glared at them. "I own what I need. Why don't you mind your own business?"

"Maybe you need better things if you don't want to look like a hobo," one of the boys piped up, smirking.

Peter Parker, seated a few tables away, had been watching this unfold. His heart clenched at the sight of Y/N, his long-time crush, holding her ground but clearly on the verge of snapping. He admired her strength, how she never let anyone see her crack, even when life was obviously hard for her. But this? This was too much.

The bullies laughed again, louder this time, and one even mimicked her, calling her a "poor little princess" as she clenched her jaw.

Peter stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He couldn't let this go on.

Walking over, he plastered on a nonchalant expression that didn't quite mask the anger simmering underneath. "Hey, why don't you leave her alone?" he said, standing in front of Y/N protectively.

The bullies turned, and one raised an eyebrow. "What are you, her knight in shining armour?"

Peter crossed his arms. "Maybe I am. Got a problem with that?"

The group stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Seriously, what's your deal? You think it's cool to pick on someone because they don't have rich parents? That's pathetic," Peter added, his voice sharp. "Try growing up. You'll be less embarrassing to look at."

Y/N looked up at him, surprised, her wide eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment.

"Whatever, dude," one of the bullies mumbled, feigning boredom. "We were just joking. No need to freak out."

"Sure. Real funny," Peter shot back, his tone icy.

The group shuffled off, muttering under their breath, but Peter didn't care. Once they were gone, he turned to Y/N, who had stood up, gripping her tray.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft now.

"Thanks," she mumbled, her voice cracking slightly as she avoided his gaze.

Then, before Peter could say another word, she bolted, leaving her apple and tray behind. Peter's heart sank as he watched her retreat toward the bathroom, her shoulders shaking slightly.

The rest of the school day passed in a blur, but Peter couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. He kept replaying the moment she ran off, his heart aching at the thought of her crying alone in the bathroom.

When he got home, he tried to focus on his homework, but the memory of Y/N's tear-streaked face haunted him.

A crackling sound from his police scanner interrupted his thoughts. The report mentioned a string of robberies at convenience stores downtown. Peter's instincts kicked in. Quickly donning his Spider-Man suit, he slipped out of the window and swung toward the scene.