Catch Me // Spider-Man (BOOK 1)

Chapter 5 - Watch your back blondie

By the time I got home that night I felt liking a walking zombie. After everything that went down with Peter and then a whole day of going over everything I'd be working on at Oscorp my brain was frazzled and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Aunt Penny, it's me," I called tiredly as I stepped through the front door.

The greeting I was met with nearly took me off of my feet. Throwing her arms around me and literally pulling me towards the living room my ears were filled with a downpour of questions.

"So how did it go? What did you do? Did you meet anyone nice? What is Oscorp like? Is your boss nice?" Those and tons more. Once I'd humoured her and answered as many as I could remember her asking, yes I was that tired there was only one thing I wanted to do. Jump into bed and go to dreamland. This is my life though, when does anything happen the way I want it to?

There was a knock on the front door which I left Aunt Penny to answer, making my way slowly up the stairs determined to be in bed within the next 10 minutes. When I heard what was being said though, I couldn't help but go to the hall and join the conversation.

"May, it's 11 at night. Is something wrong?" Aunt Penny asked, ushering a concerned May Parker into the hallway.

"I was just wondering if you've seen Peter tonight. He's not come home and he's not answering his phone."

"I saw him earlier today. He walked with me to Oscorp this morning. He left about 1 o'clock though and I haven't seen him since." Where was he?

"Oh honey, it's ok. I'm probably worrying over nothing."

"I'm sure there's an explanation. He'll be fine," I tried to reassure. I've got no doubt Peter was off somewhere researching what we'd seen today. He was not the type that gave up until he got answers. Still though, I was worried a little. Why would he not answer his phone? All he had to say was that he was ok.

Once May had gone back home I went up to my room, not getting into bed until I'd attempted to call Peter myself.

Surprisingly he answered on the first ring.

"Hello?" He sounded out of breath, like he was running.

"Peter where the hell are you? I just had your Aunt around my house worried sick."

"Ummmm, I was at the library. I lost track of time."

"The library closes at 6 Peter." He was fooling no one.

"I fell asleep on the subway?"

"What and you just went round and round?" Queue, rolling eyes.

"Pretty much."

"Pete, why do you sound like you're running a marathon? You sound really weird."

"Lauren are you ok? Like are you feeling ok?" Why does he keep answering my questions with other questions?

"I'm fine. What has that got to do with anything?"

"Nothing, it's just...look I'm nearly home ok. I'll uh, I'll see you tomorrow maybe, ok. Yeah bye."

Did he just hang up on me? My god, that boy is going crazy.

The next morning I was woken up at around 10.30 by the voice of Mr Parker shouting from across the street.

"Peter, what are you doing up there?"

"I'm, umm homework," Peter answered, pointing at a very familiar looking document whilst he sat perched on the porch roof. I'd opened the curtain just a tiny bit so I could see the exchange, wanting to make sure Peter was ok. He was acting really off when I spoke to him last night. Maybe it was all getting too much for him.