Peter Parker Imagines

You're Spider-Man? | Peter x OC

Word Count: 2200
Warnings: Sexual Harassment

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After spending the afternoon at my friend Liz's house to study for an upcoming Physics test, I said goodbye to her and headed towards my own home. It wasn't too far away since we were both in the suburbs.

My walk was peaceful, and I texted my boyfriend Peter to let him know I was on my way home in case he wanted to drop by. He had a thing for unexpected visits through my window.

As I turned the corner onto my street, a set of footsteps started to follow my own. I could hear them, heavyset boots compared to my own lighter footsteps. I'd never experienced any kind of harassment, so this was terrifying to me. As quietly as I could, I called Peter on my phone. It took only two rings for him to pick up.

"Hey, sweetheart!" I heard him shushing someone in the background, and it sounded like Ned ranting about Star Wars. "Peter," My voice was shaking, and Peter clearly noticed it. "What is it? Where are you?"

I was only two streets away from my house, but I didn't know the name of the street I was on. "I'm close to my house." Hushing my voice, I nearly whispered into the phone as I walked faster. "There's a man following me."

There was an angry sounding huff, and I could feel tears growing in my eyes, which I swallowed down. "I'm on my way. Just keep walking, and do not turn around, whatever you do."

Peter hung up before I could say anything else. I walked faster, tucking my phone back into my pocket. The footsteps quickened, keeping up with me.

I was one street away from my house. So damn close, when I felt the man grab my wrist, forcing me to stop dead on the sidewalk. "You're a fast one, I'll give you that." He wrenched my wrist, turning me around to face him.

I was shaking now, trying to avoid looking at him or saying anything. "An' a pretty one too," His breath reeked of whisky, and I flinched away when his free hand tried to caress my cheek.

"Don't move away." The man growled at me, and it took everything in me not to burst out in tears. Peter said he was coming, so there was a slim chance he could get here in time to stop him.

He tried to touch my cheek again, but I turned my head away, blinking rapidly to get rid of my growing tears. "What did I just say?!" His hand clenched my wrist, and I swore I heard a crack. Pain flared up in my wrist, causing a soft whimper to leave my lips.

"HEY!" Another voice called out from behind the man, and I peeked over his shoulder to see Spider-Man himself standing there. My assailant chuckled, still holding my wrist in a vice-like grip. "What's with the costume, kid?" The eyes on Spider-Man's suit narrowed.

"It's Spider-Man. And I'd like for you to unhand the girl." While I was glad Spider-Man was here to help me, I was still waiting out for Peter. He said he was on his way to me.

"Not happening, kid." The older man spat at Spider-Man, and I felt him tug on my wrist. He had pulled me towards him, and was now forcibly pressing his chapped lips against my own. I fought against him, but he squeezed my jaw, enabling him to explore my mouth with his tongue.

He tasted like whisky, and my stomach churned as I shoved against his chest with my free hand. "Get off of her!" A sticky web latched onto his back, pulling him away from me.

In his surprise, he'd let my wrist go, allowing me to fall back onto the concrete, furiously wiping at my lips. "Never come near her again, or I swear I'll break your fucking nose,"

Spider-Man was holding the older man by the front of his jacket, almost lifting him off the ground. "Fuck- Just have her already!" Spider-Man let go of him and stood his ground, watching him run down the street.