Tending To Those In Need

Chapter One

Summary: Michelle Jones would've never thought to have been saving a nearly dead Spider-Man on her apartment roof during a cold winter December night.

Nor did she ever think she'd be falling for a certain teen who loves talking with his best friend about Star Wars themed construction sets. . .

.../or/...

After a nightly patrol goes horribly wrong due to a malfunctioning suit; Spider-Man is now a wanted fugitive. . . Faced with old foes and new alike, Spider-Man and Peter Parker face a danger that hits more close to home than it ought to.

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Michelle slowly begins to unravel a dark family secret, all while trying to balance education, the Decathlon team, and a unlikely crush on one of the most dorkiest kids in Midtown High.

Idea inspired from @annas (Archive of our own user) check that story out: The Peter Parker Problem. . . It's great. Really Great.

I dont own the Characters or Music.

Keep in mind: My story is inspired by annas story. I am not stealing ideas; my plot is probably way more different. I've been wanting to write a Peter x Michelle fanfiction for the longest. . . annas story just-- created a spark.

No. . .

A fire.

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Dammit.

It was almost 10:50 P.M. on a Friday Night. . .

The roof of the Alpine 6 apartment building was covered in a soft blanket of snow. Michelle made her way to grab her books from her small cozy bench and table that sat upon the roof before they were almost unnoticeable In the powdery scenery. The buildings of Queens surrounding her apatrment building were illuminating with the soft lights of its tenants.

Her chocolate eyes wandered to a unmoving object. . . Or person? It was not that far from the ledge. She adjusted her dark gray beanie on her head, her brown locks flowing softly in the wind.

Her red boots softly sinking into the fresh, crisp snow as she inched her way closer to the figure.

As she neared, she made out the very noticeable colors of red and blue. This was Spider-Man on her roof, was he dead? Should she leave him? She exhaled a shaky breath, as her warm breath hit the cold wind it made a soft cloud before disappearing into thin air once more.

Michelle kept her soft pace going, she heard an audible groan come from him. She stopped, she let out another breath that she had no idea she were holding.

When she were standing at the head of the masked vigilante, she noticed his costumes back was scratched at some parts; not to mention badly. Blood was covering some snow around him. He wasn't bleeding to death was he?

She crouched by his head.

"Can you move?"

There was no answer. She looked at the apartment roof door, it looked so far away from where she was; shit. She were going to drag him. She cursed at her own compassion. She could go to jail. . . There was an issue for his arrest a week ago. He was wanted. But then again, she had worse problems with the law by protesting before. . .