Peter Parker/Spider-Man Drabbles

7, 13 and 22

"Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy." 

"Looks like we're gonna be stuck here for a while."

"You can scream if you want."

WARNING: swearing

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I click the home button on my phone for the thousandth time.

Still no texts.

No calls.

Nothing.

I close my eyes as I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I've been stood up.

I collect my things, stand up, push my chair in, grab my coat and pull it on as I walk out of the restaurant.

I consider calling a cab, but home isn't too far away. I mean, walking will take 20 to 30 minutes tops, but I want the time alone. I need to think of what I'm going to say to him.

There's a lull in traffic so I cross the street quickly and start walking slowly, but briskly.

Even with the ambient light and the constant sounds of traffic and shouting and the subtle smell of piss, walking around the city has always been comforting to me. I haven't left Queens that much, my personal universe is contained in a 10 block radius, but it's mine. It's home.

My phone buzzes in the pocket of my coat and I pull it out. Peter's stupid face and caller ID flash across the screen and without hesitating I ignore the call.

I don't want to talk to him right now. I'm almost halfway home. I want to get out of this dress as soon as possible, pull on my PJs, curl up in bed with my laptop and a big mug of hot chocolate, and watch cartoons.

My phone buzzes again.

I don't look at it this time. I know it's Peter again. I click the lock button, sending him to voicemail.

I pull my coat tighter around me and walk a little faster, eager to get home and warm up.

I turn the corner that will put me 4 blocks from home, just as someone grabs me from behind and I shriek as I'm lifted into the air.

My arms flail for something to grab onto and end up wrapping around the neck of a red and blue masked stranger.

I want so badly to strangle him, but seeing as that would send both of us dropping to our deaths, I resort to hanging onto him so tightly that I hope I leave bruises.

His right arm lets go of my back and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and squeeze my eyes shut.

The wind hits my face hard and picks up my hair and whips it around. I try to focus on the sound of the web shooters and not the pendulum-like swinging or the knowledge that we are well above 10 stories off the ground.

"I'm so, so sorry!" Peter yells. "I know we had plans! I'm so sorry that I didn't call! Something came up and I was busy! It's...it's a long story!"

"Save it for later!" I manage to shout back, even though the icy wind bites at my throat.

Peter laughs, but his shaking freaks me out so I grip him tighter.

The swinging continues for another few minutes, then we land.

Peter absorbs the shock of the drop and I open my eyes, climb off him, and instantly start backing away as he takes off his mask.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" he shouts, startling me. He lunges toward me and grabs my hands and pulls me close. "Watch the edge," he laughs lightly. "It's a long fall to the lobby."