I quickly stand up, wondering what in the world it was. I head to the kitchen and grab a couple of small knives that I could easily throw. I place a few in my pocket but keep one in my hand. Slowly, I move out of the kitchen and back into the living room. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I see a shadow slowly moving from the doorway into the hallway to the bedrooms, so coming up behind it, I jump on its back putting the knife to its throat.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" I whisper into its ear.
"Tiff, it's me, Peter."
"Sure you are, prove it."
"I just met you today on the bus, and now you are staying at my apartment until you get a chance to go meet your Father, Tony Stark."
"Fine." I say as I jump off of his back. "Sorry about that, I am a little on edge. What were you doing anyway?"
"Spidey stuff."
"Ahhh. Night."
"Night." I head back to the couch and lay down, chuckling a little over that encounter.
A.N. Sorry for such a short chapter guys, I am kind of getting uninspired with the lack of reads on this book. If you like it and want me to continue with it, please let me know!!
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