03. Part 1

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by SpideyPool800

by SpideyPool800

italics = Peter Parker/Spider-Man
bold = (Y/N)
underline = other

Walking into the store, (Y/N) greeted the lady at the counter. Humming an unknown tone, the young female states down each aisle before finally arriving at the snacks, a smile making its way upon her soft features. "Ah, my babies. What should I get?" She asked herself as she stated at all the snacks. Sighing, (Y/N) grabbed three bag of chips and two sodas, along with candy and ice cream. It was Saturday and she was planning on staying up all night and watching her favorite tv shows. Arms filled with snacks and junkfood, (Y/N) walked towards the counter with a smile.

A boy with dark brown hair states at the girl, amusement in his eyes. Dropping the snacks on the counter, they young girl smiled at the woman in front of her. "Is this all, (Y/N), or do you want to run me out of business? " Spoke the old woman as she scanned the iteams. A light giggle emitted from the females lips.

"No, Margret. This is all," she answered as the said woman out her iteams in three separate bags. The old female smiled at the girl and handed her the bags.

"That'll be $16.50," Margaret stated before looking at the girl. (Y/N) have her the money and just as Margaret was about to give her money back, the young girl pushed her hand gently away. "Keep the money. Have a wonderful nught, Mar," (Y/N) said as she walks out of the store with a wave.

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About ten minutes later, (Y/N) was still walking home but not many people roamed the streets of New York. Just as the girl was about to turn, she bumped into a hard chest. She stumbled back with a frown, grumbling curses.

"Watch where your going?" A harsh hoarse voice spoke, pushing the girl back slightly. Just as (Y/N) looked up at the man she sucked in a much needed breathe. The man was covered in tattoos and had a scar on his right cheek, his arms muscular and he was much taller than her. The man swiped out a knife from his pocket and walked towards the girl menacingly.

Knowing she as in deep trouble, she said the only thing she though of, "Wanna talk about it, buddy?"