Y/N doesn't remember much about city life, except that it's fabulous and full of glamour. However, her and her mother's stingy new apartment in Queens isn't quite the same. Things just don't seem to be looking up for the once popular high school que...
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Y/N POV
Almost everything in me screamed "It's a murderer! Don't go!" as I opened the sliding door to the fire escape. However, before I reached the ladder, I knew I needed something to protect myself. I ran back to my room and reached under my pillow. I pulled out a small pocket knife my dad had given me when I was little. It wouldn't do much, and it was just more of a memento now, but if all went wrong, maybe it could help. I slid it into my back pocket as I placed my foot on the first rung. I continued climbing, praying to god that none of the neighbors saw. When I reached the last balcony, I looked at the final ladder to the roof.
"Now or never, Y/N. Take a chance." I whispered to myself and gripped the ladder. After the short climb, I flung my leg over the roof. I was about to hoist the rest of my body up when a bright red hand stuck out.
"Need some help?" In truth I didn't really, I was strong enough. But, if this was who I thought it was, a little help wouldn't hurt. I reached my hand up and was quickly pulled onto the roof. I was right, it was Spider-Man. But what did he want with me? I fixed my hair and put my hand in my back pocket.
"Thanks. Uh, hi?" Not really knowing what to do, I let out an awkward laugh, "God, sorry I don't really know what to say. I've never really talked to a superhero before." I smiled and looked around. I hadn't ever been on the roof of a building before, and to be honest, the height was thrilling yet terrifying. "I guess I have a lot of questions actually, how old are you?"
"Sixteen, just like you." Spider-Man's eyes were following me as I began to walk around the roof.
"How do you know how old I am?" Everything about this seemed shady, but at least I knew he wasn't like 30 or something. He couldn't possibly be, he sounded like a 16-year-old.
"Oh, well, it was a guess. And we have some similar friends." He paused between each of his words, trying to make sure he said the right thing. Then I smiled, remembering I saw him fly into the same apartment Peter lived in. Peter told Spider-Man about me after he saved me? That was so cute. Speaking of cute, I was hoping to God that Spider-Man was cute.
"And I'm assuming you can't tell me who you are?" I turned just my head around to speak to him. He shook his head, the eyes on his mask squinting a little. "Hm, so why'd you bring me up here again?" I asked, turning my full body to him.
"Oh, I just wanted to follow up that you were ok after I, um, I saved you." His mask was kind of mimicking the facial expressions he would have made if he didn't have it on, and let me tell you, it was hella cute.
"Well, saved? More like caught me." I began to walk towards him, realizing he hadn't picked up on my sarcasm. "No, saved. You saved me from getting trampled by him, what was it?" I walked up to him, closer than before by just an inch.
"A-Angus Lester." He put his hand behind his head in the way cartoon characters do when they're confused.
"Yeah, him." I reached up and brought his arm down. I mean he was a superhero my age, why not take a chance and be a little flirty? I grabbed his hand and squeezed it quickly. "Thank you again for that." I let go and stepped back. He cleared his throat a little and he looked kind of content through his mask. "So that's it? You just wanted to see how I was doing?" It seemed a little random to just ask how I was doing and then leave.
"Oh! Uh, no I almost forgot." He turned around and grabbed something off of the ground. When he came back up, he looked a lot more nervous than before. He began to speak faster than normal."IwantedtogiveyouthisbecausewhenIsawyouyourcasebrokeandI'msorryaboutthatbutIhopeyoulikethis." And at almost lightning speed, his hand popped up with a little brown box in it.
"Aw, that's so sweet." He was so dorky but it was actually kind of adorable. He felt less like a superhero and more like a person now. A person who I'd like to see again. I reached out for the box. "Should I open this now?" He nodded. I opened the box to see a plain white phone case to replace the one that broke and a small ring. I picked up the ring to see that it was in the shape of a wave. I looked up at Spider-Man, smiling widely. "This is so sweet. Thank you so much." I closed the box and looked up at him again. "Is this a normal thing you do for people you save?" I laughed.
"Um, not really, but not everybody breaks something when I save them." I honestly think he was surprised by how flattered I was. We both smiled and let out a small laugh before I leaned in to hug him and oh my god when he wrapped his arms around my waist, I swear he was the best hugger ever. I think we both let go smiling wider than before.
"Well, I'm assuming you have some superhero business to attend to, so." I gestured that he could go and smiled "Thanks again, S."
He nodded and I watched him shoot webs away. I checked my phone, it was already seven. I sat at the edge of the building and hung my feet over the side. Looking out, I could see the sun setting over the water, just a few miles away. I sighed, this is definitely not what I expected living in New York to be like, but honestly, I liked it a lot. Was it weird to say I was falling for a guy I didn't know? Because I definitely was. I had two more hours before Mom came home, maybe I'd hang out on the roof for a little bit longer. I opened the box again and looked at the phone case and ring. I picked the band up again and slipped it onto my pointer finger. I slid the case onto my phone and put it back in my pocket. I pulled out the knife from my dad and studied it. I missed my dad a lot, but he wasn't coming back. Plus. Mom would kill me if she ever found this, not only because it was Dad's but because it was a freaking knife. I popped the blade out and turned to the side. I began to carve scribbles onto the roof until I got a better idea. I reached farther away and carved my first initial. I drew a + next to it and was deciding whether to write S.M. or S. I went with S because that's what I called Spider-Man earlier today. When I was done, I drew small hearts around the letters and smiled. I looked at the now dull knife in my hand and popped the blade in. I needed to let go, of the past and of Dad.
"Fuck you, the past is the past," I whispered to myself as I threw the folded knife into the street. I smiled, looked one last time at our initials, and headed back down the fire escape. What a day this was.
A/N Yeah I know that knife thing was dramatic but we're all divas sometimes, right? Also I'll hopefully have another update by Friday! <33
