Along Came A Spidey

CHAPTER 23

The first part of this chapter is going to be all about Netty.....Bed.....Ned/Betty...whatever, you get it. Peter won't be in this. Second part is angsty for Sanya/Peter.

I was annoyed. Peter was saving lives and thus skipping again. We'd had a fight. All we seem to do is fight nowadays. Michelle had pox and Betty...

"We had seeeeeex." Someone sing songed into my ear. Speak of the devil.

"Ooookaaaay." I replied in the same manner. "Why is that important? This wasn't you two's first time, right?" I smirked. Betty didn't  answer. Wait. "RIGHT?" I asked loudly.

She looked guilty. "Actually....." She bit her lip. Oh, My God.

They hadn't? They've been dating longer than Peter and I have! 

"This was your first time? Oh my God really, Bets?" I whispered into her ear as she eyed Maria who was passing us.

"Yeah........" She muttered, fiddling with her blonde hair.

"But you've always been..." So PDA-y. I didn't even need to finish my sentence.

"I know." She looked anguished. "But the time and place was never good. Ned's house is never empty....and my parents almost always leave a babysitter when they go out. But yesterday they didn't. We did it last night at my house....my young sister was sleeping in the next room!" She pulled at her hair. I smacked her hands away from her hair.

I didn't know what to do. "Uh......Our first time wasn't perfect either. It was on his bunk bed when May had to go to work urgently and we were supposed to be studying." Yes, comparing. That was what I was supposed to do. I was about to pull out my hair.

She'd started sniffling. "Really? I can't believe I am almost crying. I'm so hormonal." She banged her head on the table.

"Well, pregnancy doesn't show its symptoms so soon." I meant it as a joke but it only riled her up more.

"Are you CRAZY? Don't talk about pregnancy. I'm 16! I can't be pregnant. I can't. I'm on birth control and we used protection. I'm not pregnant." She muttered the last part to herself.

"Jesus Christ, calm down, Elizabeth Lilian Brant." I was not having a good day. I could not deal with a hormonal female on a bad day. "Stop freaking out." I ordered harshly. "You are not pregnant. Ok? And if you were, it's a month till you could find out. So stop. Going. Crazy. Now. And eat your salad." 

Betty looked irritated. "Whoa, someone took her bitch pills today." She crossed her arms.

I gave a resigned sigh. "Pe- Peter and I had another fight." My voice broke a little.

She looked sympathetic now.

"What happened to you guys? All you seem to do is fight nowadays. What was it now? Can I help?" She held my hand as she said this softly.

I coughed. "Um, you know Peter's internship?" I couldn't tell her the truth but I needed advice.

"Yeah..." She nodded.

"He's really invested in it. He comes home really late and you know how New York is at night. So he keeps getting beat up- he holds his own- but he gets hurt. I'm just scared he's going to die. And I'm going insane with worry so I can't sleep and I can't concentrate on studies or anything and- I'm scared he's going to forget and leave me if he gets-" I gasped and gulped, ready to cry. It was a bad day for girl's hormones.

Betty was over on my side in a second. She rubbed circles on my back. I calmed down. Thank God for best friends.

"He's not going to leave you, ok? He loves you so much, anyone with eyes could see that. He probably works so hard for us, you and his aunt and his friends....I've known Peter since kindergarten. We were never really close till this year but he's the nicest and most selfless guy I have ever known...save Ned." She blushed at his name. #couplegoals.

Well, that's a beautiful way to look at Peter almost killing himself every night: he does it to make the city safer for all of us.

I took a deep breath and smiled. "Thanks, B. That made me feel so much better."

She grinned. "Anytime, bestie. Well, I must go. Ned's band practice should be nearly over. Love ya." She yelled as she walked away.

"Love you." I said absently as I looked at Peter's laughing face on my phone, wondering whether I should call him or not.

3rd Person POV

(Start flashback)

"You hate the fact that I'm Spider-Man, don't you?" Peter screamed at Sanya.

She was crying by then. How had a little fight about dinner turned into so much? 

"No, of course not. I love the fact that you're a hero. Peter, I'm just scared that.."

"That I'll leave you? That I'll walk away the second I get a better offer? Then you don't know me at all." He said. He was so. Tired. Of everything. Of getting beat up every day, of disappointing Sanya, of killing her and May a little every time he came home late. He just wanted it all to go away. Just for a little while. 'I'm a horrible person.' He thought.

"No! Well, yes but the fact that you might die and I'll never see you again hurts me more than all that. Peter, be careful." She pleaded. This was the same goddamn thing they'd talked about at the pool. But that conversation and this one were worlds apart.

"You think I'm not careful? I'm not stupid, Reza!" He softened. "I know me dying scares you. But I'm going to be around for a long time. I promise. Don't worry. Stop panicking. Concentrate on us, on your writing, on your studies. Not me dying. That's what's stupid." He'd said the wrong thing.

Her face hardened. She stopped crying.

"Worrying that the love of your life who happens to be a frickin' superhero might die and getting anxiety attacks about it is stupid? Oh my god, you insensitive tool. You think I want to be worried about you? No! I don't. But I am  because I love you. Because I care about you." She looked defeated. "Ok, that's stupid. I'll sleep in Salman's room tonight. Night." She left, wiping a tear and didn't see Peter falling on his knees with his head in his hands.

(End flashback)

Back to Sanya's POV~

"What's happening with us?" I banged my head on the table just as Betty had.

~time skip~

"Peter, I'm sorry. Can we just forget it?" I said as I entered my place and saw Peter pacing.

"Can we forget it?" His eyes looked red as he looked at me.

I went to him, wiping my tears and said as I hugged him, "I don't know. I don't know." I cried. My chest felt like it was about to burst.

"Please sleep with me tonight?" He said after a while. "I don't like the nightmares." He said in a small voice.

Aww. I gave a watery smile. "I don't like the dark. It's a plan." I sniffled. This sniffling business is going around.

We're not going to be the same anymore. Are we?

Wow, that was gut wrenching to write. I'm crying. Of course, it doesn't take much to set me off nowadays. Anyone ever meets Sreejit Biswas, douchebag extraordinare, give him a good kick wherever it'll hurt a lot.