Peter - High School Crush (Pt.2)

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So, someone commented this on the last chapter (Peter- High School Crush) and I thought it was a really good idea. However, even though this oneshot started off as a short, romancey thing, I ended up going over-board and adding in a whole lot of violence and action and stuff. Sorry!

It is the morning after your high school reunion and you are sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a unopened book in the other, staring blandly off into space. You can't stop thinking about Peter.

You know that it is a little more than slightly weird that you are obsessing over your long forgotten crush but you can't help it. Seeing him for the first time in five years caused some feelings you thought were long gone to stir inside you and you have no idea what to do. Do you tell (Y/B/N)? Do you keep it from him? He is your boyfriend after all. You are supposed to love him. But whenever you think about him, your stomach churns and a feeling of quilt washes over you.

How do you tell your boyfriend that you have feelings for your highschool crush who you haven't seen since you were eighteen?

You let out a loud groan and set your coffee and book down, heaving yourself to your feet. Stumbling into back to your bedroom, you fall face down on the bed.

"You ok?" asks (Y/B/N), who just walked in from the bathroom. You nod, you head still buried in you pillow.

(Y/B/N) chuckles to himself and leaves the room. As soon as he is gone, you jump up and pull on a pair of comfy jeans, a t-shirt and a large hoodie. Grabing your keys, phone and purse, you rush out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. (Y/B/N) is sitting at the table, reading a newspaper.

As you walk him, he glances up at you before his eye return to his newspaper. "Watcha doing?" he asks, taking a sip of coffee.

"I'm going to meet (Y/F/N)," you lie. The truth is, you doing know where you're going. You just need to get away.

(Y/B/N) nods, eyes not moving from the newpaper. "M'kay."

You roll you eyes at his nenthusiastic reponse and walk out the front door.

-

As you walk slowly and the street, you mull over everything that is going through your head.

Do you have feelings for Peter? Are they stronger than your feelings for (Y/B/N)? Shoulder tell (Y/B/N) about your feelings for Peter? Shoulder you contact Peter and tell him? Shoulder you keep it hidden from (Y/B/N)? Do you want to see Peter again?

You groan and stop dead in your tracks, squeezing your eyes shut. So many questions are going through your head, it's a wonder that your brain doesn't explode.

Suddenly, you feel a whoosh of air go past your face. Opening you eyes, you have barely a second to look around before you feel rough hands on your arms.

A scream breaks from your lips as you are dragging into the open door of a car that is parked a few meters from you on the curb.

"Try to do anything and I'll blow your brains out," says the man who grabbed you as he slides into the car next to you.

You glance around the cramped space. There are four men in the car, two on eitehr side of you and two in the front, all wearing black ski masks and motorcycle jackets. The man on your left, the one who took you, is holding a gun and it is pointed straight at your head. Your blood runs cold.

Slowly, you nod your head in a agreement. The man in the drivers seat starts the car and you can feel yourself start to tremble as he presses the gas, shooting the car down the street.

"W-where are you taking me?" you stutter, your eyes wide and full of fear. The man on your left chuckles, toying idly with the pistol in his hands.

"That's for us to know and you to find out."

The man on your right turns his head slightly. "You should feel very privileged. You get to be part of Spider-Man's downfall."

Spider-Man. You freeze at the name. You remember Spider-Man. Back when you were in highschool, he was a hero who swooped around New York, saving people. But no one had seen him for a good two years and some people even thought he was dead.

"Spider-Man? But, isn't he dead?" you ask the man, acting dumb. He chuckles meanly and pats your thigh, sending prickles of irritation and anger up your spine.

"Oh, no. He's not dead. Just very good at hiding. But now, his time is up! We are going to use you to bring him out in the open again."

-

You let out a muffled scream as a boot collides heavily with the back of your shin as you step out of the car, causing you to fall to one knee.

"Get up, girl!" snarls a menacing voice and you are hauled to your feet again by your hair.

A man stands before you. He is very tall, probably around 6'7ft, with swirling black eyes, no hair, ghostly white skin and a skeleton structure. His fingers are abnormalling long and his face is oddly elongated, giving him the appearance that he was somehow stretched.

"Come," orders the skeleton man, spinning around and waling away from your. The two men who sat next to you in the car, grab you by your upper arms and march you forward.

"Do you know why you have been brought here?" asks the skeleton man without turning aound to look at you. You shake your hair out of your face and glare at the abck of his bald head.

"One of yor idiots said something about taking down Spider-Man."

You feel the grip on your left arm tighten as the man who told you taht glares at you.

"Yes," replies skeleton man. "But it is so much more than just taking him down."

He suddenly comes to a stop, the black robe like clothes he is wearing billowing out as he spins around to face you.

Stepping forward, he grabs your chin with one spider-like hand, his black eyes burning into yours.

"It's about showing the world what he truly is," skeleton man whispers before throwing you away from him. You stumble back, almost falling before your are steadied by the two men holding your arms. However, as soon as you have regained you balance, they let go and move away, to stand by their master.

You blink at they in confusion, only to see a evil grin appear on sleketon man's face. "Goodnight," he whispers before you feel a needle in your back and your eyes slide shut.

Sorry that it's quite bad. There WILL BE A PART 3 AND MAYBE EVEN 4!!!

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