LOVEBUG.
❝Luna has been bitten by the lovebug.❞
❝Isn't that a Jonas Brothers song?❞
( peter parker x oc )
( pre-civil war - ca:cw )
( first book in the mcu!luna series )
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The next morning, Luna wasn't in school.
Nobody thought anything of it, not even Liz or Mia gave it a second thought. It was only Peter who was on edge. He was constantly looking over to Luna's empty seat in algebra, an ache in his chest. When he got home that night, he found it hard to sleep. Each time he closed his eyes, he could see the look of terror on her face when he pulled her away from that man. The way her tear stained cheeks wore the same red as her nose, her hands shaking at her sides as she was shocked into silence.
He wanted desperately to comfort her at that moment, to open his arms to the girl and just hold her. But he was Spider-Man, and Luna didn't know Spider-Man. He wasn't even sure if she'd accept that sort of comfort from Peter Parker, but at least that would seem less weird than a random man attempting to wipe the tears caused by another random man.
Each period, he found himself asking to use the bathroom, just to walk past classes he knew Luna had at that time. And every time, his chest tightened at the sight of her empty seat, nobody seeming to think much as to why the girl was absent.
When lunch rolled around, Peter found himself venturing over to Liz and Mia's table. Without a word, he sat himself at their table, Ned staring at him confusion. "Where's Luna?" He asked after both girls turned to him in confusion.
Mia blinked, not expecting the question. "Her brother said she woke up not feeling well," she shrugged, and he slowly nodded, waiting for further explanation. Mia rose an eyebrow at the boy, and Peter's face went blank, they didn't know. "We're seeing her after school, you're welcome to join us..."
He considered it. For a short second, Peter thought that seeing Luna after last night would be a good idea. Then he realized what a stupid idea that was. He couldn't see her when she was till suffering from what happened, and he definetely had no right to be there if she was planning on telling Mia and Liz of the event. He didn't even think he could face her just yet, because as soon as he laid eyes on her, he'd be reminded of what she looked like as she cried when they walked in the late hours of the night. He wasn't ready to see her when the wound was so fresh.
"That's okay," he mumbled, standing up from the table. "Tell her I hope she feels better..."
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She had a fuzzy blanket wrapped around her, a half-eaten sandwich resting beside her. Her laptop sat in front of her, numerous tabs open, all relating to the same thing. Her glasses were slipping off her nose, but she was far too invested in what was researching to bother to push them back up.
