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

V. The Blossoming

Hey y'all, this is part five, and I'm gonna try and get the formatting a little neater so... that's it. Requests and criticism are always on the table, so you do that! Please. And I know... Issa butt.

Y/N flashback:
"Hey daddy, guess what happened at school today" You said to your father as you were in 3rd grade. You were one of the best in your grade, already learning the beginnings of algebra.

"Hey buddy, what amazing thing did you do today? Did you get a new friend? Did you stick up to someone who needed it? If you did, I'm so proud of you, and if you didn't, I'm just as proud." He had said as his smile beamed. If you had seen it, you would then know how much he had truly loved and enjoyed his son.

"Nope, but I did help a kid who fell on the ice, I think we're friends now, which is pretty cool. His name is Kyle. We're gonna hang out soon." You said, so sure that it would get you to hang out.

"Okay bud, okay."

Flashback over:

You woke up. There was a piercing blackout. The pain. Was inevitable. You were on the blacktop with the pool quickly forming around you. You had heard the faint, 'Karen, active instant kill.' As you fallen into inevitable sleep once more.

You woke up. You had started to hyperventilate. 'Hey buddy, here's some O2. It'll help.' You heard from the very soothing EMT woman. You looked around and saw that spider dude who helped you, he was wearing really... interesting clothing. He was in a Sesame Street t-shirt and boxers, which must have been very cold on their thighs. His mask looked very extended and stretched out. You fell asleep again.

You woke up. There was an extremely bright light followed by beeps and people talking. Out of no where there was a blinding pain, but you couldn't move at all. You felt as if your stomach had completely flipped over, and has detached itself. You looked over, and you saw a monitor, which looked exactly like what you had thought. You saw how they had brought this knife and brought it towards your abdomen. As they cut, it had felt like you had hit your funny bone, but with a semi truck. It was blinding, so you gave up. You fell asleep.

You woke up. You were in the ICU. You could tell because, in giant letters, it said 'ICU'. You looked around and there was that spider dude with his boxers and the Sesame Street shirt, but his mask was somewhat undone. You didn't bother because you didn't care. You fell asleep.

You woke to your mother and doctor standing at the foot of your bed. You stared for a while as they talked grimly. Once they saw they that you were waking groggily, your mother's face changed from grim and dire to warm and soft.

"Hey bud, I heard you ran into a creepo yesterday. I'm extremely glad that spider guy had helped you out. Otherwise... I don't know what I would do without you." You smiled wearily as you slowly dozed off again.

You woke up to many faces and new people.
"Hey Y/N, I-I uh, I brought some people who are, uh... talking and hoping they would be friends with, well... you." There were a lot of mumbled 'heys' and 'what's ups'.

"These people are all w-with you during your- uh your j-journey." He had then quickly left the room, with an other kid, umm... Jeb, nope Ned walking quickly behind while he others had showered you with their thoughts and prayers, which was nice, but it wasn't Peter though.

~Peter~

'Oh god oh god oh god oh god.' He thought as I paced the halls as I pondered with all the possibilities on how he could've helped you.

"Hey, what's up. Is it the Spider-Man deal, like a guy that got away or..." Ned had said as he came to comfort him.

"Ned I don't think I can cope with him being here. Like, I can't live seeing him everyday without him knowing. I'm the one who could've helped him. I'm the one who could've helped him walk off okay, but now... now he's stuck here without those... wounds."

"Hey don't think that. You saved him for dying, or worse(Expelled. Haha sorry for the Harry Potter reference). Now he can be with us. Even if I met him like 5 minutes ago, I think he will be good in the group. Plus you shot the dude who, brought him here. If this isn't commitment, then I have no clue what the hell it would be."

There were now streaks of red on his cheeks as he pondered about the event on the bench in the hallway. Ned came and gave Peter an embrace to try to lift his spirits.

"Now let's give that kid some friends, shall we."

"Let's."

~Y/N~

After that horrible event, you've been zoning just about everyone out, with an occasional nod or 'uh-huh'. But once Peter walked in again. Your ears were much more attentive. You were able to answer his questions in sentences and even sat up to listen to his stories.

"And that's my study system. It can help so much with tests." Peter had finished his backstory, his realization of how to study, and how he studies for every test. You were so fixated on his bland story that you hadn't realized that everyone has gone except him and that the aura had changed to organized chaos to peacefulness.

There was only Ned, MJ, you think she has simply been sitting in the corner reading, and this guy named Harry.

He doesn't seem like the best of friends with them all, but he stuck around to hang out, or maybe just for me. He had been so sly and surreptitious, which is what you were supposed to be like. He had kept on staring at you with that grin like he knows how the world is going to end.

You had been observing, and is you were, you saw how Peter had glared at Harry while he was watching you, and he had glared at Peter while he was watching you, with those soft brown eyes, which look like a chocolate fountain mixed with the darkest of oaks

(This if you didn't know).

Harry hadn't seemed to enjoy his time with Peter. He would glare at him while Peter would fire bullets of compliments, questions, and statements about you. You were flattered, of course, but you had no clue how to react, but Garry did. Maybe he was jealous, or he liked you.

Maybe... just maybe.