Paper Airplanes ‣ {Peter Parker}

Chapter Eleven ‣ Poptarts vs. Crime

"Everyday people do everyday things, but I can't be one of them."
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Paisley's POV

You know those moments where you are seriously craving Poptarts, but there’s no more in your house. Yeah… I’m having one of those. All in all, I just need to go to the grocery store.

Grabbing my purse, I trudge out of my apartment...I really need to get a car.

I head my way down the next to blocks, to the nearest grocery store. I frowned as I passed where Delmar’s had been. A while back there was an accident, and now it was under construction.

I continued down the block, pulling at the sleeves of my brown leather jacket.

I hurried into the grocery and headed down the aisles to the Poptarts. I grabbed the most sugary poptarts and headed to the counter.

“Is that all, Cutie?” My head shot up to the smug looking cashier at the pet name. What the fooorrrkkk?

“Um, yeah?” My voice came out more like a question. I just want my Poptarts.

“Well, if you ever need anything else, just let me know.” The teenaged cashier said with a wink. I then quickly paid for the junk food with the card my parents gave me for when they were gone (which was all the time).

I grabbed my bagged Poptarts and speed walked for the exit.

The sky had started to darken, and the street lights started to turn on.

“Help!” My head snapped to where the sound was coming from, hoping it was just my imagination.

I heard it again, and rushed to the dark alley (why does it always have to be alleys?), to where I heard the shouting.

I turned my head around the corner, and spotted two large men beating down on a smaller man. My eye spotted one of the larger men holding a knife.

I reached into my purse in search for my phone, hoping to call the police. But, of course, I had left my phone in the kitchen.

I then surveyed the street to see if anyone out could help. No one was there. And I really didn't want to go back to flirty-mcflirtison.

I looked down at my weapons: a bagged box of Poptarts, and a purse. I think now would be a good time to mention that my parents had forced me to do a lot of activities as a kid, so they wouldn’t feel so guilty about being gone all the time.

And one of those were defense classes. Let me assure you, I am no Natasha Romanoff, but I’m not helpless either.

Going against all of my instincts, I tiptoed toward the man with the knife first. I think it would be a better to get the weapon away before anything else.

I swung my Poptarts as hard as I could toward his head, and kicked the back of his knee, causing his legs to give out.

The other man turned around, prepared to hit me. I dodged the punch, and stumbled back a bit.

“Call the police!” I shouted at the victim, who limped to the exit. This kid better not abandon me.

I turned back to see both of them standing, and with knives. Well that’s convenient… not!

They come running at me, allowing me to duck under one of their arms and twist their wrist behind there back. Huh… guess being short isn’t that bad.

I pushed him to the ground, just as the other swung his knife at me. Out of reflex, my hand raised up to protect my face. I let out a gasp at the gash in my hand and down my jacket sleeve.

Alright, now I’m pissed. This jacket was really expensive. I pushed the guy (let’s call him Dumb) on the ground to the one who had cut my jacket (let’s call him Dumber). Dumb stumbled into Dumber who caused both to fall.

I then turned on my heel, and ran for the streets. Apparently, the universe had no plan for that, because a hand suddenly grabbed my ponytail—pulling me back.

I twisted around and brought a knee right up to where Dumber’s sun does not shine. He groaned and stumbled back into the side of a dumpster. I pressed my hand into my shirt, in an effort to stop the bleeding.

“You know, it’s not very nice to be cornering girls in an alley.” Said a familiar voice. I looked up to see Spiderman jumping down into the alley.

“They did not corner me.” I scoffed. Spiderman’s head snapped to mine in confusion.

“Paisley?” He questioned. He seemed to take in my appearance, then rushed over with wide eyes.

“You’re hurt!” He exclaimed as he gingerly took my hand.

“And Dumb and Dumber are getting away.” I said with a nod toward their direction. He turned in their direction and his mechanical eyes narrowed.

“Stay here.” He grunted, as he stalked off in their direction. In less that a minute, the criminals were webbed up and the police were on their way.

That kid forking abandoned me. That’s what I get for playing hero.

“Let’s get you home.” Spiderman said gently after beating the crap out of the two men.

“But my Poptarts.” I pouted as I looked at the spilled box on the ground. I came all this way for freaking Poptarts, there is no way I’m leaving without new ones.

“What?” He asked, super confused.

“I need to get new Poptarts.” I stated as if it was obvious, and turned on my heel. I started to walk back to the store.

“Where are you going!?”

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