"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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"Stay close to the ground? What is he talking about?" Peter asked no one in particular. "Maybe he's right—" Delilah spoke up, causing Peter to stare at her through his masked white patches. "—I'm just saying, we almost died today Peter."
"No we didn't! I had everything under control." He snapped, shaking his head. "Oh yeah? Tell that to us almost drowning in that pond. You have to agree Peter, if Tony didn't show up, we would've been dead." "No, I would've gotten us out of that." Delilah rolled her eyes at his stubbornness, deciding it was best not to speak anymore.
The two teenagers were currently walking back to Liz's party, still a little soaked from their recent incident. Delilah had her arms wrapped around herself and Peter glanced at her, seeing that she was still shivering a bit. "I wish I had my jacket with me—for you of course. To keep you warm." Delilah shook her head, a small smile on her lips as she looked down at her feet for a brief second, trying to hide the blush forming on her cheeks. "It's o-okay."
While walking on the sidewalk, Delilah noticed her purse laying on the grass. "Oh, thank God." She mumbled to herself, thinking that her bag must've fallen off her motorbike while she was chasing after the van. She ran over to her purse, opening it and pulling her phone out, seeing that she had multiple missed calls from the members of her team. Delilah dialed May's number, pressing her phone against her ear as it ringed a couple times before hearing a small "Hello".
"Hey, sorry I didn't answer your calls. I was kinda.....busy." She said, pushing a strand of her wet hair behind her ear, putting more emphasis on the word 'busy'. "Okay good. We were about to set off and find you." "No need for that. I'm—we're okay." Delilah quickly corrected, taking a quick glance at Peter who just stood behind, patiently waiting for her to finish her phone call. "I have something to tell you.....me and Peter might've ran into the guy who could be behind the alien weapons." "Might've?" May questioned.
"Oh most definitely." Delilah replaced, gently biting her bottom lip. "Did you get to see his face?" Delilah mentally shook her head, "Nope. He was wearing some suit with wings and mask that had green beady eyes. "Did you at least get a name?"
She shrugged her shoulders, a small 'ehhh' falling from her lips. "Well, his suit didn't really have name tag, so....."
From afar, Peter watched as Delilah talked to May through her phone and in the corner of his eyes he noticed a small, glowing object. "What the..." He muttered quietly as he approached the object, realizing that it was a piece of the weapon that the beanie guy used. "Whoa..." He turned it over, seeing a glowing crystal inside the object. Suddenly, Peter felt his phone starting to vibrate and ring, surprising the boy that it still worked after he fell in the pond.
He looked at the caller id, seeing Ned's name and picture popping up. Peter pressed the accept button and placed the phone against his mask, where his ears would be. "Hey man, what's up? I'm on my way back." "Actually, I was calling to say maybe you shouldn't come. Listen to this." Suddenly Peter could hear Flash's voice in the background, "When I say 'penis', you say 'Parker'. Penis! Parker! Penis! Parker!" Peter then heard Ned's apologetic voice again. "Sorry, Peter. I guess we're still losers. I'll see you tomorrow."
