(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

20: Power Source of Some Sort

"Peter!" I shouted, walking into shop class, almost tripping down the damn stairs in these damn heels.

I found his table, ignoring looks. "Peter you idiot. Why don't you ever tell me what's happening? You never tell me where you're going! You could get hurt and I wouldn't be there to help you!"

He looked at me, saying, "Y/N, Shh!" He looked worried. I didn't care right now.

I glared. "No, I will not Shh. You need to tell me!"

He placed his hands on my hips, spinning me to face the table.

Normally, that wouldn't faze me, but lately I'd developed feelings for him. So him putting his hands on my hips gave me goosebumps.

But now I saw the thing on the table. It looked like a weapon, with a very strange energy core. Peter rested his chin on my shoulder, not moving his hands.

"Peter, where did you get that?" I asked.

Peter started to explain. "Uh, some guy-"

"Hey, thanks for bailing on me," Ned showed up.

Peter moved his hands to his side. "Yeah, well, something came up."

Ned noticed the weapon. "What is that?"

Peter moved out from behind me. "I don't know, some guy tried to vaporize me with it," he said, before cringing and looking at me sheepishly, probably realizing his vocabulary was terrible.

I gasped. "Peter?!"

He cringed again. "I'm sorry!"

We were both mouthing practically so Ned didn't notice.

He was too entranced with the glowy thingy. "Seriously?"

Peter looked back at him. "Yeah."

I gave him a squinty glare.

"Awesome," Ned breathed.

Both Peter and I gave him a look.

"I mean, not awesome. Totally not cool of that guy," Ned corrected himself. "So scary."

I nodded. "Better."

He mimicked me.

"Well, I think it's a power source of some sort," Peter mused, hitting it with his hammer.

I leaned on the table, avoiding his swing.

"Yeah, but it's connected to all these microprocessors," Ned told him, pointing them out.

Peter withheld his hammering.

"That's an inductive charging plate," I told him. "That's what I use to charge my toothbrush."

"Well, whoever's making these weapons is obviously combining the alien tech with ours," Peter said, frowning at the glowy thingy.

Ned smiled. "That is literally the coolest sentence anyone has ever said."

Peter raised his hammer, and I stood behind him.

"I just want to thank you..for letting me be a part of your journey into this amazing-" Ned stopped when Peter swung the hammer hard, knocking the glowy part across the table.

I let out a breath of air, and Peter glanced nervously back at the instructor.

"Keep your fingers clear of the blades," the instructor droned.

I shook my head and looked back to the glowy thingy.

Peter placed his splayed palms on the table, and I copied, nearly shoulder to shoulder with him.

"I gotta figure out what this is and who makes it," Peter decided.

I gave him a pointed look.

"Don't worry, you can help," he whispered to me.

I smiled. "Wise choice."

"We'll go to the lab after class and run some tests," Ned told Peter.

"Let's do it," Peter agreed, and they did their 'secret' handshake.

Then Peter turned to me and we simply high-fived.

"Soon you'll be kissing and Peter and I will be doing our handshake," Ned whispered.

Peter and I shot him a glare.

"...or you could have your own handshake? Please don't kill me."