Imagines By Hufflepuffholland

"Did they hurt you?"

"I'm not sure, mom," you sighed into the phone as you went to your work locker to take all your belongings out. "Yes, I'm heading home after I pick it up – I know, I'll be safe." You shut your locker and headed to the front of the music store. "I'm sure dad will give me a ride if I ask for one. No, you don't need to pick me up right now. Dad lives like four minutes away from here." You grabbed your house keys and walked out of the front door, locking up the store and double checking its safety before walking away completely. "Yeah, I know. I'm fine. Love you, too. See you in a few." You finally hung up the phone and walked toward your dad's apartment complex.

Your parents had just recently separated, so you spent a lot of your time in completely different spots in New York – not that you minded. The only thing you wished you could change was being your parents' messenger. They couldn't stand to be in the same room together, so that meant you having to deliver your dad's mail, any left belongings or delivering any message to your dad – like what you were doing right now. You glanced at your phone and sighed as you read the time. Summer in New York around this time, close to ten, always made you nervous. People stayed out longer – people you didn't really associate yourself with – and four-minute walks felt like two hours with the constant paranoia overwhelming you.

Just three more blocks, you thought. You felt the hairs on your arms rise as you heard another pair of footsteps – more than one. You picked up your pace and clutched your bag closer to you. "Hey," you felt a harsh hand on your upper arm and felt a rush of nausea when the stranger's hand whipped you around to face them. "Didn't you hear us calling you, beautiful?" You audibly gulped, trying to find words but always coming up empty. "I'm talking to you!" You winced as his grip tightened.

"Listen, I just – I'm just trying to get home. My dad's expecting me," You shivered at the sinister smile on the guy's face. "He'll come looking for me."

"Honey," the guy shook his head, "we don't want you all night." Your eyes widened.

"I'm sure I just heard this nice person tell you they were just trying to get home." You and the men who stopped you looked around, confused. "Hey, assholes. Up here.' You all glanced up at the streetlight in time to see someone flying down and colliding with the two men, sending them to the ground with the masked person's feet. You recognized the blue and red themed tights anywhere. "You okay?"

"Huh?" You asked, still in a daze. From the corner of your eye you could see one of the crooks standing up.

"One second. Hey, Karen?" Spider-man lifted his wrist, "Two web grenades, please," without another word two webs shot out and exploded, sending the two thieves to the wall. "I'll call that in later," he said to no one in particular, before turning back to you. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Your hand unconsciously went up to rub your arm, knowing a bruise would form there later. "Where you off to?" You looked toward the direction of your dad's apartment, just wanting to go home. "Want me to walk you home?"

You looked up at the masked hero, nodding weakly as you took his extended, gloved hand.

"Hold on tight, Miss."