"Because of you, I've lost everything I worked so hard for!"
Delilah Odindottir and Peter Parker were doing anything they could to get their minds off one another, trying to subdue the pain they had been suffering with since they separated. What h...
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"Hey, can I be your guy in the chair?" Delilah mentally groaned and rolled her eyes at Ned's hundredth question, understanding when Peter said to her that it gets annoying. "What?" The Parker boy asked as he was doing sit-ups, pretending he was struggling even though he could do hundred without breaking a sweat due to his enhanced abilities.
"You know how there is a guy with a headset, that tells the other where to go? Like—like if you're in a burning building, I could tell you where to go. Because there'd be screens around me and I could swivel around. I could be your guy in the chair!" Ned explained, excited at the fact that his best friend was Spider-Man.
Delilah found his excitement quite adorable but he doesn't know what he would be getting himself into. "Ned, I don't need a guy in the chair." Peter snapped at his friend. "Looking good Parker." Their gym teacher complimented as he walked by.
Delilah's attention went from the boys that was right in front of her to the group of kids sitting on the bleachers, one of them being Liz Allan herself. "Now, see, for me I would F Thor, marry Iron Man, and kill Hulk." "What kind of game are they playing?" Delilah thought when her brother's name left the blonde girl's mouth.
"Well, what about the Spider-Man?" The boy sitting next to the blonde and Liz, asked. "It's just Spider-Man." In the corner of her eye, she could see Ned and Peter also staring at the group, surprised looks on their faces. "Did you guys see the bank security cam on YouTube?" Liz asked, a smile of amusement on her lips. "He fought off four guys."
"Oh my gosh, she's crushing on Spider-Man." The blonde gushed, a smirk on her lips. Delilah couldn't help but feel a little jealous, her hands balled up into fists, hard enough for her knuckles to turn a little white. "No way." The boy shook his head while blush formed on Liz's face. "Kind of..." Delilah saw Ned and Peter glance at each other, before turning their heads to focus on the Allan girl, curiosity in their eyes.
"Oh, gross..." The blonde said, making a disgusted look on her face. "He's probably thirty." "You don't even know what he looks like. Like, what if he's seriously burned?"
"I don't care." She answered, "I'd love him for the person he is on the inside. "PETER KNOWS SPIDER-MAN!" Delilah's head jerked towards the two boys, seeing Peter's mouth gaped open and a smile on Ned's lips.
"No. I don't." Peter shot up from the blue gym mat he was sitting on. "No—I-I mean—" "They're friends." Ned spoke up again. Delilah mentally slapped her forehead repeatedly but physically she just crossed her arms over her chest, seeing the problem unfold.
"Yeah, like Coach Wilson and Captain America are friends." Delilah turned her head to see a boy she has never met before hop off one of the ropes and walk towards Peter. "I-I've met him, yeah. A couple times." He started, "But it's—through the Stark internship."
