The New Girl - Peter Parker X Reader

~Chapter 9~

"Peter you ready to go?" I called to him from my bedroom, shoving my suit in my bag.

"Yea, coming!" He responded, running to stand at my door frame.

"Suit?" I asked, reaching my hand out.

He smiled, and gave me the ball of silver fabric.

"Thanks. Let's go."

I walked out of my room, grabbing my keys from the kitchen table.

"Madi, We're leaving."

"Ok, have fun, look after Peter," She replied from the couch.

"Hey, I can take care of myself," Peter protested, crossing his arms.

"Yeah right, you're like a ten year old stuck in a seventeen year old body," I opened the front door, closing it behind Peter.

"You're so rude. Maybe I should just run away. Someone out there might want me."

"Shut up," I laughed, shaking my head.

"No, it's true. Bye, Y/N. I'll miss you, but I know you won't miss me."

"You're such a dork."

"I should go visit our old pal Will. I know he'd love to see you."

"You did not just-" I chuckled, stopping in my tracks. Someone bumped into me, and I heard a small 'oof' come from them. 

"Uh, sorry," Peter Parker mumbled.

I moved out of the way, this time bumping into Peter Maximoff.

"Woah, back off," He laughed.

"Sometimes, I want to punch you in your perfect teeth," I rolled my eyes, following Peter Parker to the elevator.

"Will wouldn't," He smirked.

"Ok, seriously, not funny dude," I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

"Yea, yea sorry," Peter replied, pushing the elevator button.

I stared down at my shoes for a few seconds. When I looked back up, I noticed Peter Parker was looking at me.

"What?" I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Who's Will?" He asked, leaning back on the wall.

"No way," I laughed. "Not telling you."

"Ok, sorry," He raised his hands.

"Can you two get along...or?"

"Maybe," Parker and I said at the same time.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.

I ran out quickly, with Peter Maximoff following me.

"Y/N, slow down!"

"Look, don't joke about that shit, ok? It's not funny, and it never will be," I said, turning around to face him. "Parker, what the hell are you doing?"

He was walking towards us quickly, squinting out the window. He looked worried...and drunk.

"Do you not know how to walk?" I chuckled.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I won't joke about him again."

"Uh, guys," Peter Parker interrupted. 

"Yeah?" 

"I think something is-"

"Get down!" I yelled. 

But Peter Parker didn't move.