Web of Lies ➵ Peter Parker x Reader

Chapter 2: Trainwreck

Y/N's POV

I get up at 6 am. Why? I'm not really sure since I don't have anywhere to be at any particular time, but I guess I inherited my dad's awful sleep habits. Still, I get dressed and catch a train that will take me to the address that I've written down on my hand. It's the address of the high school I want to go to. I think that it's called Midtown school of something and something else, but I'm not sure. 

I'm standing up, leaning against one of the poles inside the train car when somebody taps on my shoulder. It's the boy from the elevator. "Hi," he says, a little shyly. 

"Hey," I reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I hope that he can't see how I'm blushing right now. If I was the kind of person who has friends my own age, I would be texting them about how freaked out I am. Not in a bad way of course. In a holy shit, the cute guy from the elevator is on the same train as me and he started a conversation with me of all people kind of way. 

"Fancy meeting you here," he jokes, looking a bit nervous. "I might want to take you up on that computer offer." 

"Oh really?" I respond, genuinely surprised. 

"I mean, I know how to build it and all but since you said that it's like your thing..." He trails off. I smile. 

"I never caught your name," I say, hoping that I'm not overstepping my boundaries. 

"I'm Peter Parker." He smiles tentatively, "And you are?" 

"I'm Y/N." 

"Got a last name?" I think carefully about how to proceed. 

"I'm not sure if I'm ready to tell you that yet," I say, trying to play hard-to-get. He grins. "Are you serious about taking up my offer?" I ask. He nods. "How about we meet outside of Midtown High around 4 pm?" It'll be easy enough since I'll already be at Midtown High in hopes of applying. 

"That's actually perfect." He says. Just then, the train comes to a stop. The lights flicker, before eventually going out completely. Bang! I hear a gunshot, and tense up. Of course, I've heard plenty a gunshot before, so it isn't the shock of hearing it. I wonder if somebody found out who I am. When I was 13, I almost got kidnapped. I would have if I hadn't been with Nat. Since then, I've trained with her multiple times a week. She even comes to my apartment during the times that I'm staying there.

I look around as best I can. It's pitch black. Looking around, I see that Peter is suddenly gone. Could he be the one who just got shot? I wonder as another gunshot rings out in the train car. All air seems to leave my lungs. Everyone is looking at the man in the front of the car, who's holding the gun. I try to peek over somebody's shoulder, but I'm not tall enough. 

Feeling unable to breathe, I poke around until I'm as close to the back as I can get. I turn to the back wall and put my hands out to steady myself. But instead of finding cold steel, my hands grab onto a familiar red sweatshirt. Ooooh... He has abs. I think to myself, before pulling my hands away. "Hi there..." Spiderman says, and I step back, a little embarrassed. He steps forward, bringing the man's gun into his hands with a web. He stumbles a little since the train is still moving. Speaking of, holy shit the train is still moving. I grab for a pole. Suddenly, the lights flicker again. I hear more gunshots, Spiderman is gone, the man who had the gun is webbed to the wall, and Peter is sitting at the front of the bus. He slowly makes his way back to where I am. Speaking of me, I'm sitting on the floor of the train car, taking deep, shuddery breaths. He holds his hand out to help me up. I reach up with my left hand, which shakes uncontrollably. As he helps me up, I can't help but think of how strong he is. Even though Midtown High is three stops away, the train slows to a stop at the next station. 

Three police officers are waiting outside. They instruct all of us to get off the train and begin to interview everybody one by one. Apparently, the guy with the gun was already wanted for kidnapping someone. I stand with Peter, who comforts me even though I've only known him for one day. Suddenly, I realize the when they get to me, I'll either have to lie to the police to tell them who I am. As I process my choices, my legs decide not to hold me up anymore. I clutch Peter's arms to steady myself. "Hey, you okay?" He asks, lifting my chin up. I shake away his hand and nod. Holding my arms stiffly to my sides, I step back. 

"Watch it!" A man calls out. I swivel around, he's got a few drops of coffee on his otherwise spotless, white shirt. 

"Sorry, I-I-" I fumble with my words. 

"I- I don't care. You made me spill my coffee." He says, not actually stuttering but mocking me. I roll my eyes. "How old are you? 14? God, I should call your parents to tell them what a horrible job they've obviously done with you?" Who pissed in his coffee? I think, checking the time on my phone. "Are you even listening to me? Do you know who I am?" He shouts, snapping loudly in front of my face. 

"Of course I don't know who you are! On the other hand, I am-" I cut myself off, realizing what I almost did. Fuck. 

"Oh no, don't stop... Please continue." He says, half sarcastically. I look around frantically, and upon seeing a police officer calling for the next person in line, I slip into the front of that line. 

"Next?" The officer calls out. "You, with the Y/HC hair!" He motions to me. Only then do I realize that I'll either have to lie to a police officer or tell him my actual last name. I step forward. "Name?" He asks. I glance around, trying to decide what to do. "Miss, your name please?" The officer, who was previously looking down, shifts his gaze to me. 

"Oh! I'm Y/N L/N." I say, using my standard backup name. 

"Got ID, Ms. L/N?" 

"Oh, no... I'm only 15." I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I think I see the officer roll his eyes, but I'm not sure. It's pretty obvious though that he doesn't believe me. Nevertheless, he lets me go and calls up the next person in line. 

A/N

Short chapter... anyways, I'm trying to get back into this. And I have a lot planned.