Along Came A Spidey

CHAPTER 9

It's probably good that I don't have vertigo or acrophobia. It was very exhilarating but....don't try it at home, kids.

We went a little far away to a small deserted park. It was close to where Liz used to live. (It's the same park where Iron Man rescued Peter)

A picnic was set up on the ground next to the climbing hemisphere. Instead of a picnic mat, a web hammock was secured between two trees. Dozens of burgers and fries and juice boxes were placed on it. Not to mention, candles were floating on air. Paradise.

"Peter, you didn't bring food for yourself."

He laughed in response.

"You like it?" He asked, biting his lip and looking adorably nervous.

I smiled at him.
"I love it! If we don't work out, my next boyfriend has some pretty hard to beat standards to live up to. I shouldn't talk about us breaking up. I'm stupid." I ended my sentence with a groan.

"You're adorably stupid."

"Thanks. That makes me so happy." I sad sarcastically, then curiously, "Hey, how'd you get the candle floating?"

"They aren't candles. They're balls of fire. I had some help from Mr. Stark." He muttered the last part.

"Awesome. Can we eat now?"

"Your food awaits, my lady." He escorted me to the food.

I had like half of the burgers which led to Peter looking at me like he couldn't believe I hadn't burst yet.

"I got so many because Aunt May told me to pick up dinner to last a couple of days. Thank you very much for securing the fact that May'll yell at me when I go home."

I only nodded.

We had fun. Really. We talked as usual, with just a bit of romanticism in the air.

Suddenly, his ears cocked and his head shot up. Faintly, I could hear police sirens.

"I have to go." He said sadly.

"Yeah, I ...I understand. You got your suit?" I was horribly disappointed but I would.not.show.it.

"Yeah. I'll change on the way."

"Go get 'em, tiger. Eh, that nickname doesn't suit you. I'll think of something else by the time you come back." I kissed him before he could protest against me words.

I don't know how long passed. It could've several long moments, or it might have been half an hour-or possibly several moonlit days- (Thank you, Mrs. Rowling)  before we broke apart. His lips were soft and inviting and the kiss itself was....amazing. It was pretty much the best kiss on a web hammock of all time.(Thank you, Mr. Rick Riordan)

"Whatever you call me, we're doing that again."

"Oh, definitely."

He still kept looking at me at which point I asked him whether or not he had a city to help. Then he fumbled off the hammock and fell smack down.

"How about 'clumsy'?" I chuckled.

"Oh, SHUT UP." He yelled as he swung away.

Help me, I can't stop writing.