The New Girl - Peter Parker X Reader

~Chapter 3~

"So what can you do?" Spider-Man asked me as he swung in the air beside me.

"You'll see, Spider-boy. And I don't care what Tony says, I'm changing my name."

"Ok. What to?"

"Zaphire. My old friend and ex-boyfriend used to call me that."

"Oh, cool."

"Hey, look!" I pointed to the street, where there were four men with guns, in front of some sort of speech that was happening. "Let's go!"

"Ok, but be careful, they have guns!" He yelled.

"I'll be fine," I chuckled. "You be careful!"

I landed on the ground, in the least cringiest superhero pose I could manage.

"Hey, assholes! Over here!"

They turned towards me, and away from the scared civilians. Police cars were started to show up, and news vans.

"Who the hell are you?" One of them yelled.

"Why do you care? You know, it's bad to shoot people. Put those guns down, will ya?" I asked, slowly stepping closer.

Interesting event. It's about the Avengers, the civilian's gratitude or something.

"Hey if you're gonna shoot anybody, shoot me!" Spider-Man yelled, placing a hand on his chest.

"Alright," The tallest guy said, and they all pointed their guns at him. "You've got 3 seconds, buddy. 3...2..."

"No!" I exclaimed, and stepped in front of Spider-Man. I heard a couple gunshots, and turned so I was facing him, blocking his body.

"Zaphire no!" He yelled, and reached out to grab me.

(A/N): Insert badass music now lol.

I turned back around, and smirked at the men.

"Dumbass," I mumbled.

They kept on shooting, though. People were now screaming, and running around. I looked down at my body, as I watched the bullets harmlessly bounce off of me. I slowly walked towards them, as they all had a scared look on their face.

I punched one in the face a few times, and he passed out. The other three, they kept reloading their guns and shooting at me.

Idiots.

The next two were easy, they're pretty small.

On the last one, I had to think about.

First, distract target.

"Spider-Man!" I yelled. He got the sign, and started shooting webs everywhere.

"Huh? What're you doing?" The guy asked, confused.

Then, block his blind jab. Counter with a punch across the cheek. Discombobulate.

Dazed, he tried to punch my shoulder.

Block with elbow.

Then, a body shot. Right near the stomach. Block upper left, weaken right jaw.

Now fracture. Break cracked ribs. Traumatize solar plexus.

Heel kick to diaphragm. 

In summary, ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm hemorrhaging. Physical recovery, about six weeks. For physiological, about six months.

And now, he's on the ground.

People started to crowd around me, whispering 'Who is she?" and 'What a freak!'.