Technical Difficulties; Peter Parker x Reader

3 ~ Nervous

We hear a loud crash and then crackling noises come from the buttons, and the lights go out. We're midway between the first and second floors.

Quick flashes of that copper wire writher their way into my mind, but this time I pull out of it myself with just a tear running down my neck.

"y/n what do we do?" Peter asks me, but this has never happened to me before.

"In all the movies, they pry the elevator doors apart" I say as I violently press the emergency button, even though it's no use.

I get on one side of the elevator and sort of wedge my fingers in between the two doors, and then Peter grabs his door and starts pulling it open remarkably fast.

I inch mine sideways, but we both know I'm too weak.

"Relax, Y/N." He said as he wraps his arms around me from behind me and places his hands on the door next to mine. "3, 2, 1, ready, pull!"

The door pulls backwards and we have an exit, about 2 feet of space to exit to the 1st floor, or 3 feet on the second floor.

"I'll go first, wait here" Peter says.

Everyone in the lobby was watching us, all bystanders to this horrifying situation.

Peter slides out through the bottom, as someone walks over to help guide his feet to the floor.

I watch Peter get to the ground safely and begin to slide my feet out. Peter and another person each grab one of my legs, as I slide the rest of my body out, and am just hanging by my hands.

"Y/N, you have to let go. We've got you." Peter says, noticing my hesitation to releasing.

I hang by one hand, and I finally look down. Peter has a secure hold on my thigh and has his other arm open to catch me. I smile and release from the death grip I had on the elevator.

I shut my eyes really tight and then,

"Y/N," Peters words bring me back to my senses.

I open my eyes and look up at him, as he starts to put me down, and pull him into a hug.

We turn to thank the other man who helped us, I recognize him from the front desk.

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Peters POV

As we board the train, she insists that she can carry her own heavy backpack, so I let her. She was always ahead of our class, remarkable grades, and I really had no doubt she would be alright after missing a year of curriculum. She always read ahead in books, and studied her sisters old notes anyways.

We don't talk much, we're both in a bit of shock from what happened.

"You alright?" She asks me. She looks better. Stronger.

"I'm alright. And you?"

"Im more dreading school. I'm excited to see my friends and all, but I'm supposed to be dead." She says with a bit of sorrow, but it sounded more like she had come to terms with the fact that she could've been dead.

"I guess. But hey, I know, and I took it pretty well. They'll be glad to know you're okay, and you can fall into the swing of things again."

"Thanks Peter. And thanks for always talking to me, and being there for me. Your weekly visits were always the highlight of everything." She said and smiled.
Wait,

She could hear me?

"How much of that do you remember?" Is say. I made some deep confessions, I talked about everything.

"Every single word" she says as my face washes with pink. "Don't get all worked up, I'm glad I remember all of it. If I hadn't then I would've lost a year of friendship. Plus, I know all of the tea with the Kardashians, imagine how dumb I would look if I didn't know about any of that stuff at school today."

She has a point.

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Your POV

I was never technically unenrolled from school, they just knew I was 99% dead. I had new classes, all which were pretty easy, except for Trigonometry, which I would definitely need to study.

Peter walked me home and then left quite suddenly.

I spread my homework across the kitchen table and got a bit hungry, but I didn't really remember how to cook that well, and that's when the cooking channel turned on over the tv in the living room.

Coincidence.

My friend Shay was talking to me all day about Cardi B, this new rapper she's been obsessed with for a few months, and then the stereo flips on with a rap song,

"Your bitch wanna party with Cardi..."

Coincidence?

But it's when I put the bread in the toaster and it starts toasting without me touching it that I realize;

It's not a coincidence.