New girl||Peter Parker

Chapter t h r e e

"Damn! You've grown up kid!" Clint smiled. A few people you knew or somewhat recognized stood to hug you. It was strange. You weren't used to feeling such a warm welcome.

"I'm Pietro" the man with silver hair, who held my uncles hand spoke up. He had a thick, Russian you think, accent. "And this is my sister wanda." He gestured to the soft faced girl in the red jacket.

"Hi" you smiled.

"I am Thor of Asgard, god of thunder!" A man beamed, the tall blonde one you saw before. He sounded harsh, but looked.. so gentle.

"Hi Thor." You whispered. After hearing his name you recognized him. As a kid you would meet the avengers. You had only seen Thor once and he was your favorite hero. A god. So cool!

"And this is my brother Loki" he motioned to the raven haired man.

"I'm not your brother." He snapped at Thor. Then looked at you, "I'm loki, god of mischief or whatever." Obviously uninterested in you or your arrival.

You finished saying your hellos and excused yourself to your room. All that was on your mind was Peter Parker.
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You felt the vibrations in your jean pocket, slipping your hand in to grab your phone

Incoming call: Mason

You knew you had to answer that call. You couldn't risk ignoring it. You paused Bobs Burgers and slid your finger across the screen.

"Hey mason"

"Hey listen, where did you put my weed. I got a couple of friends over and we can't find it" you heard a giggle in the background of the call, and your boyfriend moaned softly.

"In the cupboard under the tv." You whispered. You were used to him cheating on you, but it always hurt when he did it right in front of you.

"Thanks babe. Don't forget to get me a souvenir. Bye."

He hung up the call as you notice the tears streaming down your face. You brought your knees to your chest as you sat on your bed. You buried your face in your arms as body shaking sobs poured out of you.

He didn't care

No one did

You're alone.

Two small knocks hit your bedroom door. You shot your head up, quickly reaching for a tissue to while your eyes, taking off some of your makeup.

"Come in" you squeaked, holding in the tears, threatening to jump from your eyes.

You press play and face the tv while the person entered your room. You turn your head to see Peter, sheepishly standing at the doorway, afraid to come closer, as if you'd bite him.

"H-hey" he whispered "ohmygod is that Bobs Burgers?! I love that show!"

"Oh.." you swiped at your nose "yeah it's my favorite!"

"Same!" He smiled softly. He had such a baby face. He was so handsome.

"Do you wanna watch with me?" You scooted over from your spot in the middle, patting next to you.

"S-sure!" He stepped forward, stumbling over his feet. Before you knew what happened, strings of white shot out of his wrists, hitting your wall and roof, as he grabbed ahold of them, holding himself upward.

He sighed of relief before looking at you, and letting go of the strings. He stood there, eyes wide, cheeks reddening. He sits there, waiting for your response.

You can feel the heat rise into your cheeks before you bursts out laughing. He stares at you in disbelief. You couldn't hold it in anymore. He chuckled softly. He slipped into the seat next to you before you could notice. You sighed and let out a final chuckle.

"So you're Spider-Man huh..?" You finally said, smiling

"Uh... well yeah.." he blushed and scratched the back of his head.

"Wow." You smiled "so you're not really my uncles intern?"

"No... its kinda just a cover up" he laughed

"Well, sounds... fun" you felt awkward. You were with your crush. You've always loved Spider-Man and here he is...

"So... have any questions?" He smirked.

"Actually I have one" you spoke softly "where did you get that shirt? My boyfriend said I had to get him something from New York and that seems like... something" you gestured to his "I survived my trip to New York"

"Oh... boyfriend" he mumbled "uh I got it at the corner store down the road" he made a hand gesture to his left, which was no help to you.

As you glance back up at the television, sliding your legs back under the covers, you feel eyes on you. You know it's obviously Peter.

You finally force yourself to look into his soft, brown eyes as he reaches forward and cups your cheek.

The kiss was forceful, but now in a bad way. He was passionate. He wanted you to know how he felt. You kissed back with an attempt to match his force, but he was stronger. He had one hand on your cheek, the other against your hip, technically his hand was on the blanket covering you. You had one hand on his cheek, the other tangled in his blond mop of hair.

He pressed his tongue to your bottom lip. As you opened your mouth to grant access, that was when you heard the all too familiar ring tone.