Ms. Stark [Peter Parker]

Chapter 13| Hey Bug Boy

MARIA
10:11 am; Saturday- Stark mansion

I flutter my eyes awake.

I squint at everything, trying to take in the dizzy surroundings.

Where am I?

A sharp pain came to my head, as I held it in pain.

"Owwww!" I winced, as I tried to focus again. My head was ticking, no doubt, but as I look at the blankets surrounding me, I realized I was in a bed.

Specifically, my bed.

"What happened last night?" I question to myself, with a raspy tone. I felt a strong material rub far into my thighs, making me even more uncomfortable.

I got out of bed, even though I felt miserable, and walked over to the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror and was taken back by what I was wearing. A tight dress, crinkled at every angle from sleeping I assume. Makeup was smeared around my face, as I saw the leftover of black mascara and eyeliner tearing down my cheeks. And my hair... oh god.

"What on earth-"

And then it was like everything came back in a snap, as I remembered putting on the black dress. I was going to a bar with Peter for a mission, yeah. That's it. I remember once we got there, I left to go get some water... and then that's all I remember.

I took some pain relievers, and put my hair up as I washed my smeared makeup off. I also changed my clothing, putting on just some old PJs, which happened to be one of Steve's old Captain America shirts. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand as I flop back in bed.

"Michelle?" I ask, hoping I would get a response even though I always do.

"Yes?"

"What happened last night? Why can't I remember?"

"You were drunk, Maria."

My face dropped, as it all made sense. I didn't drink water, I drank something that contained alcohol.

"My dad's going to kill me! Does he know?" I ask, as all the possible scenarios of what my dad will say to me about it rush through my mind.

"No, he doesn't. In fact, no one does besides Peter." I frowned, it didn't make sense. How did I end up home? You can't just get drunk, have one person know, and magically wake up in your bed.

"How did I end up in my bed-"

"He carried you home. I mean, he took a cab, but after you guys got out he literally scooped you up and brought you to your room."

My eyes went wide with surprise.

Did Peter take me home? No way, I could swear he hates me. But how else does someone, or well an AI, explain I end up in my bed? I smiled though, realizing all the trouble Peter went through probably to get me home. Maybe he does care.

"Do I have Peter's number?" It took a while for Michelle to answer.

"No... but I can get it for you and add him as a contact." I smiled, happy she didn't question why.