Along Came A Spidey

CHAPTER 27

Only one or two more chapters, I swear.

Well, Peter has been gone 2 weeks. Preparing or something for the dude who's called Thanos or something. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone anything but the boy simply can't keep a secret. He also told me that Thanos looks like a larger than life purple prune. Another Peter had told him that.

Pretty villains the Avengers face. A guy with serious daddy issues....actually two guys with serious daddy issues. Ultron had Mr. Stark and Loki had Odin, wow.

Anyway. Peter tries to drop in every couple of days. He visits May and Ned and me. But I doubt he'll drop in today, it's raining cats and dogs. And elephants and rhinos.

Mood thoroughly downed by my morose speculation, I figured why not do something else I hate.

And so, I set around to cleaning my room. It, to quote my mom, looked like a place even a pig wouldn't live in. It was fine for me. Moms, ya know.

Then I stepped on a half eaten muffin.

Um....

Well.

Maybe my mom wasn't so wrong...

I set to work but a quick ping on my phone put a stop to that.
I locked my door, in case my parents came to see if I was finally cleaning or not.

Huh. It was Deep, one of my best friends from India. He was my brotha from anotha motha. It had been some time since we talked. We chatted for quite a while. He had a girlfriend now. Man, finally. He was 3 years older than me and had just started college.

Then he had to go, the warden was calling him.

I debated messaging Sreejit, the guy who, you know, I'd fallen for when I was 8 at a tuition. He wasn't online but since I really did miss him, I sent a quick hi.

I scrolled through Facebook, occasionally sharing posts.

Just as I was about to open Instagram, there was a quick rap on my window. I adjusted my violet glasses(they had an annoying habit of falling down) and then went to open it.

I opened it, felt the rain drizzle on my face. There was no one, though. Dear God, am I actually hearing things? This is how every psychological horror movie starts.
I took off my glasses and threw it on my bed, I couldn't see anything because of the water on it. Still no one.

Then suddenly Spider-Man came down, down, down on his web till his upside down face was level with my right side up one. He was completely drenched.

I was pretty soaked by that time, too but I really did not care.

"Hey." He says through his mask, the mechanical eyes winking. Or maybe they're malfunctioning, I don't know.

"Hey, Spidey." I grinned at Peter not caring I looked hideous in my homewear.

Peter's POV~

Wow, she looks gorgeous. She's wearing a Star Wars 'May the FORCE be with you' top(she was so annoyed when I gave her that, she'd been hinting at a Harry Potter robe. Joke's on her, I got her that too) I'd given her with bunny bottoms. Her hair was open around her, sticking to her face because of the rain. The millions(I'm not exaggerating) of reddish brown freckles on her brown upper arm were visible from under the short sleeve of the top....Um, freckles don't protrude half a millimetre from the body but I preferred that to.... what did she say those little things were called in Bengali....Daana or something. I can't exactly remember what it means, she'd told me 3 or 4 years ago. Sanya's lips looked impossibly and tantalizingly pink but I knew it was all natural. Her teasing brown eyes looked at me with an appraising look, her white teeth biting her lip. Yep, she looks gorgeous.
Man, her room looks worse than mine. But was that a Star Wars poster I see!?

I was so tired. But I did not want to talk about what was going on. I didn't want to care about what was going on. I am such a selfish human being.

Wait. What was I going to talk about?

Oh, right.
"So. You remember the kiss you'd suggested right before our um, first time." I was sure my face was red but thankfully my mask covered that. I was such a dork.

She laughed.

Sanya's POV~

"It's been ages since we first did it, Peter, you still blush about it?" I gave a large smile. I knew I was blushing a little too.

"Wh- what-uh-ha- I'm not blushing!" He ended shrilly.

I gave him a look.
"Peter. I know you, okay? Besides, we're similar and I'm blushing too."

"Oh yeah.." He scratched his head, somehow not falling to his death, eight floors below.

"You shouldn't have come." I sigh.

"Huh? Oh, because of the rain....well, I missed you. And Aunt  May and Ned. They don't even know I'm gone. Captain America and Iron Man are arguing again. And that for sure is sexual tension." He laughs.

"Can I see your face?" I ask a minute later.

"Oh, um. Sure." He lifts it up just enough for me to see his lips and then behind him I see lightning flash over the bay. I like lightning. He swings round to catch it and when he swings to face me again, he's much closer to me than before.

The atmosphere changes  perceptibly.

"Um....er.... Black Widow is blonde now." He bites his lip.

I laugh nervously. "Saying just anything, aren't we?"

"Yeah...."

"But it was interesting to hear that Black Widow is blonde. It's not permanent, is it? I adored her red hair. It's my favourite hair colour. Maybe It's just for a change. Even superheroes can get bored of their  lo- mmmm. "

The last part as because Peter had placed his upside down lips on mine. It was a little weird and a bit difficult to get into rhythm. But we soon relaxes into the kiss, in a gentle and passionate rhythm.
I placed my hands on his face. His tongue slid into my mouth (gah😝😛) and somehow he won the battle for dominance.

I'd completely forgotten it was 8 stories up and so had he because he pushed me back and I pulled him. As a result, I staggered into the room and fell on my butt but Peter fell down. Down. Down. I'm weird.

I mentally shook my head. I was on my feet at once. I sincerely doubted he would actually get hurt but hey, a superhero's girlfriend who knew his real identity would worry about him. If it was a job, it'd be right up there in the applications.

I ran to the window, stuck my head down and screamed "PETER!"

A moment later, I realised my mistake.

"Um. I mean, SPIDER-MAN." I yelled again.

The guy in spandex (even he doesn't know what it's made of so I call it spandex) came climbing up.

"Sorry." I said, looking sheepish.

"Well. After that kiss, I don't think I could be mad, babe. And then again, we are similar and I really can't keep secrets either. It's a wonder the whole world doesn't know who Spider-Man is, because we both know who he is." He lifts off his mask and throws it in my room. He looked exhausted. Rings around his brown eyes, skin pale. He looked perfect. But he didn't want to talk about what was going on. He wanted to forget it. Every soldier when s/he comes back home wants to forget about the horrors of war.

And so
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Iconic kiss was resumed.

Yay, the Spider-Man kiss. I just had to somehow incorporate it in here. Hope you liked it.