1. A Girl, Her Best Friend, and a Superhero (Peter Parker)

Chapter 13

"Will?"

Peter steps in front of me protectively, placing his hand over mine.

"Well, would you look at that. I have both the back-stabbing best friend and her stupid ass boyfriend in one place. Christmas must have come early."

The look on Will's face was a look I had never seen before. He wasn't just scary. He wasn't just frightening. He was more terrifying than words could describe. I squeezed Peter's hand, hoping he would give me strength. He squeezed back.

"What happened to you Will?"

"Let's just say someone helped me to see the truth."

I gave him a confused look, not really sure what he meant. He took a step towards us, making both me and Peter step back, Peter still standing in front of me.

"Will, someone did something to you. This isn't you, the same way it wasn't you on the roof last night."

"You see, that's where you're wrong. The people that kidnapped me didn't do something to me, they just showed me things that I was trying to ignore before. Like how my so-called best friend decided that there were more important people in her life than me."

"That's not true!" I was starting to cry, but Will didn't care. He ignored everything I said and kept talking.

"So, since I am not important to you anymore, I think I'll take away the important people in your life. Starting with your precious little Peter Parker."

Before either of us could do something, Will reached forward and grabbed Peter. Peter tried struggling out of his grasp, but even with Peter's strength, he couldn't break free.

"Call Mr. Stark!" Will covers Peter's mouth as he calls to me, still dragging him away. I stand there, stunned, not sure what to do. I just watched helplessly as Peter was taken away.

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I'm standing in my kitchen, pacing back and forth. Peter told me to call Mr. Stark, but I didn't know his number so I called Will's dad and asked him for it.

"Thank you, Mr. Bouler." I hung up the phone, sitting down on a stool. I had come home as soon as I could move to make sure my mom was okay. She said she was fine except for worrying about me for the past day. I looked up and saw my mom sit down on our couch, turn on the T.V., and go to the news channel. The mention of Spider-Man perked my interest.

"Spider-Man was nowhere to be found earlier today when a bank robbery occurred. Thankfully no one was injured and the perpetrator has been caught. This just leaves us with one question, where is our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?"

I turned away and walked down the hallway, heading toward my bedroom, trying to stop from bursting into tears. Spider-Man was trapped by my best friend, unable to break free in fear of revealing his identity.

I wipe the tears out of my eyes and take a deep breath. Everything was going to be okay, I just had to call Mr. Stark. I dialed the number that Will's dad had given me and waited for someone to answer, my worry slowly starting to creep back into my thoughts.

"Hello, this is Happy, how may I help you?" A man with a voice that completely lacked enthusiasm answered.

"Hi, um, is Mr. Stark there? I really need to tal-"

He cut me off before I could finish. "You've gotta be shitting me. I don't have time to deal with whatever it is you think is so important you can talk to Mr. Stark abou-"

I cut him off this time, rushing so he wouldn't get the chance to cut me off again. "Peter's in trouble!"

"Peter? As in Peter Parker?" I heard a bit of concern in his voice.

"Yes! He told me to call Mr. Stark so could you let me talk to him already?"

I heard some movement and Happy say something about teenagers these days not having any respect for adults. Finally, a new voice came on the phone.

"Hello there miss, mind telling me what exactly you're talking about?"

"Peter Parker is in danger. He told me to call you. I'm assuming he thinks you know what to do. He can't escape without revealing his identity."

"Are you okay? You said Peter told you to call me, which means you must have been involved some way."

"Honestly, not really. I'm worried that the guy who took Peter is gonna come after my mom next."

"Why would you think that?"

"He told me he was going after the people that were important to me."

He didn't respond for a few seconds, probably thinking. Finally, he said, "Look, kid, I have to go find Peter but I'll send over Steve to watch over you and your mom."

"Steve? As in Steve Rogers? As in Captain America?"

"You can fangirl later, I have to go. Please call if anything else happens. Goodbye." He hung up, leaving me with a jumble of emotions.

My biggest one still being worry. I leaned back on my bed and closed my eyes. One thing kept going through my head: is Peter still alive?

Author's Note

Finally the next part is here! I left you guys on a bit of a cliffhanger and I know you all were just dying for the next part (probably not really but whatever). I might have time to get a new part up tomorrow but not sure yet cause I haven't actually written it yet. Don't forget to vote and comment!