The New Kid on the Block ( reader x Peter Parker)

IV. Grey's(ish) Anatomy

A/n: Hey, y'all! I'm so happy! There are over 100 of you and with only 3 parts! Thank you and if you have requests, feel free to!
~Flashback~
"I'm sorry I'm what?"
"Mr. Y/N, you are expelled."
"Wait, why? I didn't do anything at all, I-I don't understand. I ju-"
"It will be effective immediately, and I believe that you will not find another, after you've been expelled from all in the tri-state area. Your mother had been reported of the subject and will be here soon to pick him up."
"What the he-"
"Goodbye Mr. Y/L/N."
~Flashback end~
You were stuck behind the trash can, an elderly man who's breath stank of whiskey with a twist of... something.
You were truly terrified, but after some time, he started dozing off, which was horrible because there was a sharp pain in your side, which was obviously the knife, so you were frozen, for hours. The street lights turned on, the traffic had calmed down, and it was the most terrifying thing to happen.
After an amount of time, he woke up, still a little tipsy, and grabbed 3 of those fun sized fire balls.
"Okay, now its time for the good stuff." He said as he slowly unbuckled his belt.
'Oh shit, I gotta get out of this.' You thought as he put his hand around your waist.
"HELP ME! HE-" You screamed, hoping someone would here, as you were hit in the head with something blunt.
~Peter~
He was staring at his phone screen, looking at your contact. Not calling, not texting, but just looking. Suddenly, like a feeling in your gut, he sensed something off a few blocks down. Quick into action, he swung right through The Bronx.
He had eventually been in the supposedly correct area, but since the night was quiet, surprisingly, he had the time of his life.
"If you do that trick again, I might have to move a little quicker." Said a person with slurred speech, which made Peter's stomach churn. Peter had looked down from the rooftop, 'Oh shit, that's Y/N, how in the hell did this happen.' He thought as he immediately saw the knife gleam in the street light.
"Whatcha doin' there buddy, oh wow, this is a little uncomfortable." Peter said as he saw you there with your jeans in buttoned, showing your Calvin Klein's, which got him a little excited. After a little time of realization, the drunk middle aged man had grabbed Y/N and pointed his knife towards your stomach. Peter could see the fear hidden in your eyes, which had made you scared.
"Alright buddy, just think about this. Let's ju-"
"Now let's st-stop that right there. I may be drunk, but if you take a step closer, I'll put this into his stomach and he'll bleed out. On. Your. Hands." That made his stomach churn.
"Okay buddy, lets just slow down now." Peter said with a lower voice, attempting to distract him, from anything.
"It's alright don't worry now. Do you have kids?" After some time of awkward silence, Peter had kept on going with the stalling, hoping that the knife might hopefully veer off course.
"Okay you can let Mr. Y/L/N go now. Even if you do have... desires, you don't have to don't have to take him and do it wi-" As Peter was trying to calm the pedophile down, he stepped. He stepped and there was a scram heard, then Peter looked up and there he was, holding his abdomen, with rich blood oozing(I'm sorry that's the only word I could get; I know it's nasty) from his side.
'Oh shit, oh god what am I going to do?!? I know this is Y/N and all... but I gotta be professional about this.' Peter thought as he wondered what to do.
"Okay okay okay... let's take a step back now. See, here's a kid, a nice kid. He's bleeding out now, because of you. You gotta know that this is on you." He then lifted his hand, trying to shoot his web, but there was another disappearance of that glint, again and again, until there was a thump. There you were, lying there with a pool of blood forming, slowly. Peter was standing there, in shock.
(OHH, there you go! I know it's been actually forever, but here's part 4! Per usual, if you have criticism, let me know! Oh and also requests!)