Technical Difficulties; Peter Parker x Reader

9 ~ A Shock

Your POV

We arrive hand in hand, and I rest my head on his shoulder. I gaze longingly into our favorite restaurant, and we start to walk in.

He holds the door for me like a gentleman, and when he follows behind me, still holding my hand, spins me in and catches me with his arm around my waist.

We both giggle, and continue inside.

It's a very nice restaurant, and smells of vanilla and trees, and looks of a pleasant cabin. The feeling of the cozy building plus Peter's loving gaze make me melt. It feels as if his arms were made for holding me.

After hesistantly letting me go for a brief second, he steps up to the hostess and says "2 for Parker? 6:15."

"Ahh, Yes. Follow me, Mr. and Mrs. Parker." I turn to him, and laugh, as we diligently follow behind.

"(Y/N) Parker. I love it." He says returning my amused expression.

"If I knew we were fake married tonight I would've worn a ring." I said jokingly.

"That would be for me to give to you, plus, I had no idea either" he said.

After an amazing meal and a long drive, we get to the art museum, and hand our tickets to the large men in suits.

"I feel slightly underdressed without a tie.." he says looking concerned.

"You still look dashing as ever" I say as I graze his chest with my hand. We start to look around the museum, imitating funny looking pieces when we're feeling extra playful.

We're some of the youngest attendees, but there were a few older couples that enjoyed our goofiness, finding it entertaining.

Time flies, and before we know it, it's 8:30. The time of the presentation and reveal of the mystery abstract that had been talked about for weeks in the media.

That's your queue 

Yes, yes, I know. Little red button I hid behind my ear. I glued it in place with some eyelash glue, since it was small enough to be concealed by my hair, and it wouldn't look out of ordinary for me to push my hair behind my ear.

I intentionally let a hair fall out of place and over my shoulder, and then I feel strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. I relax my hand and look at the ground.

You don't deserve him anyways, just do it

The demonic voice tells me. It's right, I didn't deserve him before I would do this and I won't deserve him after. Nothing changes.

I take my hair between my ring and pinky finger and gingerly place it behind my ear, clicking the small button and hearing a few clicks following up.

They pace faster and faster until everyone can hear it.

"Do you hear somethi-" peter starts, until he's interrupted by a scream warranting blast.

I went to sneak away, pretending to be scared, but I suddenly feel myself picked up into the air and thrown over a shoulder. I pull my torso up, to see who it is, surprise.

Peter Parker was carrying me towards a,
supply closet?

I am dropped and caught before I hit the ground, and his large warm hands grab the sides of my face. He looks at me, and kisses me.

"Peter, what? What's happening?" I ask although I know exactly what's going on outside. It was me, I caused it.

"Y/N, Just trust me" he says, pushing me back into the closet and locking it from the outside.

I hear screams and movement, but I'm supposed to be out there.

I quickly pull out my suit and throw off my dress, hiding it back into my fanny pack. I line up my tools on my belt, and look around for an exit. And then I look up.

I still hear screams so I still have time.

I climb a ladder and leave no trace I was there, as I climb into the duct above me, and place the tiles back into place below me. I crawl through the duct until I'm over a large fan that is for the large main room, right where he mystery painting is kept.

Peters POV

I look around, and no sign of Y/N. I'm in my Spiderman suit, and help escort civilians out.

That's when I hear a bang from the ceiling. I turn around, and there's still civilians scattered about the room. I suddenly feel goosebumps run down my spine, and a wave of worry washes over me. I turn to the painting, and the large fan built into the ceiling begins to fly to the ground. I quickly web some citizens and pull them towards me, helping them avert being stuck under the landing of the fan.

A large amount of the ceiling falls with it, and it's completely clear below. The perfect entrance for and woman of evil; that's when I see a flash of the lights. Don't say it is;

There, stepping off of the fan, is Dark Spark. She carries lighting bulbs surging with electricity, cracking and flashing with inconsistent light.

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A/N

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