(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

22: Evil Lair

That night I set up with Ned and Peter in Peter's room. May had thought that was adorable.

But we were actually on an undercover spy mission to catch the Vultures henchmen.

Sounds way cooler then it actually was.

"This is so awesome," Ned said, while holding Peter's web shooter with the tracker projected out of it.

I lay beside him. "Totally."

Peter flopped onto the bed. "I know, right?"

As the rest of the day and night dragged on, Peter and I found entertaining things to do while Ned built some of the Death Star.

For example, when Ned announced, "They're in Brooklyn," Peter and I were lip syncing to a Rhianna song.

And when Ned informed us that they were in "Staten Island," Peter and I were doing a bang-up job of Hamlet.

We were doing so cause I was in theatre class and was cast in the play, but right now we were totally messing around. Which is why Peter was wielding a bat as a sword and I carried pencils as flowers.

But hey, I was learning my lines.

With the help of what sounded like a Scottish Hamlet, thanks to Peter.

And when Ned told us they were, "Leaving Jersey," Peter and I were having a SpiderMan drawing contest.

I won.

Cause I'm in art class and am very talented.

His looked like a red and blue wiener dog.

"They stopped," Ned announced, and Peter and I froze, dropping our make-shift microphones. (His being my mascara bottle and mine being something potentially lethal cause it was from Tony's lab. Peter had won our last lip sync battle, dubbed King by Ned for his performance of S.O.S). We'd just gotten halfway through Dark Horse.

Peter turned from where he stood.

On the ceiling. "Maryland?!" He scrutinized the scanner while I crawled to the bed.

"What's there?" Ned asked.

I squinted. "Evil lair?" I offered. As a joke.

"They have a lair?" Ned said in an excited tone.

As I was about to say I was kidding, Peter said, "Dude. A hang with alien guns run by a guy with wings? Yeah they have an evil lair."

I closed my eyes to hide the fact they no doubt filled with disappointment at their childishness. "A headquarters sounds better."

"Badass," Ned murmured.

Well, he probably didn't murmur, but it sounded like it cause he had Peter's mask on.

I'd tried the whole suit on, but I hadn't expected it to be so form-fitting once the button was pressed.

I got my fair share of lust-filled stares from both boys.

"But, how're we gonna get there if it's like..three thousand miles away?" Ned asked, bringing me out of my revere.

"It's not too far from DC," Peter pointed out, looking back at his poster on the wall.

"Oh shit," I muttered.

I received two, "LANGUAGE"s from the boys.

"Hey, who votes we have Y/N put that suit back on?" Ned asked.

Peter gave me a smile.

"Absolutely not," I stood up. "You boys. Typical."

I flopped onto the mattress set up for me.

"Yeah, we just think you're pretty," Peter answered, dismounting the ceiling.

I scoffed. "Wrong, you think my breasts are pretty."

Peter blushed.

Ned whistled. "She's not wrong, is she Parker?"

Peter almost threw something at him, but I stopped him.

"Let's just agree to never discuss this," I said, and both nodded. "Thank you."