(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

27: Numbskull

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When we finally 'arrived at our destination' we still had some running to do.

That hurt, but I'm a brave assassin so I had to suck it up.

Peter was still calling Ned repeatedly. "Oh Ned! You're alive!"

I took that as he answered.

"Where's the glowy thingy?! The glowy thingy?!" Peter said frantically.

I panted from all the running.

Okay, it wasn't even that much, but I was still exhausted.

I dodged a couple people, who gave both Peter and I looks.

I'd been smart enough to stuff my muzzle into Peter's backpack, so no one knew who I was.

Or...they couldn't tell easily. But if any one of my classmates took a look at the jacket that belonged to Peter and the fact I was a girl with red hair, they'd deduce I was obviously Y/N.

How could they misplace red hair and purple/blue eyes like mine?!

They'd have to be real idiots.

Or classmates designed by Marvel. The same ones whom aren't realistic cause no one has a crush on Peter.

You've seen him. So you know what I'm talking about.

"Ned, listen, the glowy thingy is dangerous! Don't let it-" Peter paused, and I gave him a look.

His grip on my hand tightened. "Put Ned back on the phone!"

I gave him another look. "What the hell?!"

"I have to talk to Ned, it's important!" Peter pleaded with whatever numbskull was on the other end. "There's something in Ned's backpack, it's dangerous!"

I was already getting fed up with the nincompoop on the other end. I didn't even know who it was. "Try harder to get it through their thick skull!"

Perhaps it was also from being so tired and slightly offended by Peter.

"Don't let it go through an X-ray! Liz?! Liz?! Damn it!" Peter cursed as we rounded into the area around the Washington monument.

Liz had the thick skull I guess.

Peter webbed his backpack to a tree.

I'd have to remember that, cause he wouldn't.

We both panted in the sun and shade from the monument.

But as we reached it, something inside it surged, and a crack formed.

I gasped. "No! Shit, it exploded!"

Peter looked up at it. "No no no! Karen, what's going on up there!"

I spotted MJ, and turned away from her.

"My friends are up there!" MJ called, and Peter looked at her in panic.

That meant our friends were up there.

"Shit," I breathed. "Spidey, I can't go up there!"

Peter didn't care. He ran to the edge, and started pulling himself up.

MJ looked at me. "Well?! Are you going to help or what?!"

I felt conflicted. What could I do though?

Oh, I could try to teleport, despite Peter's advise not to.

Well, it's worth a try.

So, I scoped out the building, and decided that the window ledge way up there was the best.

And if I were to fall, Peter had better catch me unlike Gwen. (He doesnt ever talk about that anymore)

So, I held my breath, closed my eyes, and waited.

I felt a gush of wind, solid ground under my feet, so I opened my eyes. "Holy crap!" I announced at seeing how high up I was.

Peter spotted me.

I think he was pretty mad.

"Oh, this is high. Very high," I sighed.

Peter arrived up to the ledge next to me. "Hey idiot!" He called over.

I waved. "Hi idiot 2.0!"

He grumbled under his breath. Swear words I think. "Oh god, oh. Okay," Peter mumbled, looking down.

I looked up.

That didn't help.

"It's fine, I've just never been this high before," Peter told his AI.

I rolled my eyes despite how sick I felt.

"Oh, that's great." Peter breathed, turning to lean on the monument with his back to the abyss. "Perfect."

I didn't know what was 'perfect.' I just knew being up here was stupid, and as I tried to kick the window, I only confirmed it.

It wouldn't break at all, no matter the force.

Peter did the same. "Oh my god, why isn't it breaking?!" He asked in worry.

I understood how he felt, it wouldn't break at all.

And I didn't want to teleport inside either.

I might fall down the elevator shaft.

I watched a chopper fly to our level.

That's great, I thought. More to worry about.

More trouble.

"This is DC metro police!" The one with the mega phone announced. "Identify yourself!"

I placed one hand on my hip to convey how stupid I thought he was.

"My friends are in there my friends are in there stop!" Peter said all so quickly.

I just grumbled.

"Return to the ground immediately!" The idiot with the mega phone commanded.

Honestly, you should never give someone that dumb a mega phone.

"No!" I called back.

"Shh," Peter mumbled, crawling to the top of the monument.

"Stand down! Return to the ground immediately! Return to the ground immediately or we will open fire!" The man called back.

I was trying to give Peter more time. "Haven't you ever heard of SpiderMan? No? Maybe the Widow Maker?" I called to them.

Peter froze at the top. "Shh!"

I took a major chance and leapt to the other ledge.

Peter stayed totally still while I tried to weaken the window under him some more. "I'm gonna die," he said to himself, but I heard him and looked up in shock.

"You better not!" I called to him as he jumped.

I watched, it seemed slow mo to me.

He flew over the chopper, opened his arms to reveal-I think those were like the little gliding wings like a flying squirrel had.

He swung from the chopper, flying right towards the window under me.

I gripped uselessly to the concrete as he flew through the window.

I let out a breath of relief, then looked up at the men in the chopper. "Sorry fellas! I'm with him!"

I tuned, held onto the ledge and swung in.

Glass was everywhere, and Peter was at the doors, legs on either side, golfing a sting I deduced was attached to the falling elevator.

Peter was doing his best.