One-Shots // Avengers

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

WORDS: 5,598
COMPLETED: 1/6/21
PART: 1/2

[(Y/N)'s POV]

Let's just say, I had absolutely no interest in this plan whatsoever. If anything, I felt that I was being forced into going. I gave my best friend, Liz Allen, a confused look.

"I don't know, Liz..." I mumbled as she threw her head back and groaned.

"Oh, come on, (Y/N). You don't ever want to do anything fun," She griped as I rolled my eyes and looked back at her with a tinge of annoyance.

I get that it's my Senior year of high school, but I dislike being harassed into going to prom. If I was being completely and totally honest, I had no plans on going. I never wanted to and I still don't want to.

"But it's your Senior prom! And you didn't go to prom last year, either!" She chided as I exhaled a sigh through my nostrils, feeling like we've had this conversation at least ten times before. And I wasn't in the mood to have it again.

"Maybe, just maybe, I don't like dances. Maybe I don't want to spend a lot of money for a dress to wear for one night and perhaps I don't like crowds of people..." I grumbled to her as she let out a sigh, shaking her head.

"You're being pessimistic, (Y/N)," Liz attempted to convince me as I shook my head once more.

"Liz, you have a date and you're going to want to spend time with him. I don't, so I'll just be third wheeling the entire night. Believe me, I'm okay," I muttered to her as she exhaled a sigh as well.

"Fine. If that's what you want. But maybe you could find a date," She piped up as I shook my head.

"Liz, just drop it. I really just don't want to go to the prom," I spoke up in a much gentler tone of voice. Even though she nodded in understanding, I knew this wasn't the last time we would be having this conversation.

She's been attempting to convince me to go to the prom for about a month now. And I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of getting me to say yes.

In truth, I really disliked dances. I don't have the best experience with them. Too many people. Too much money for a dress. And I always spent them alone, especially since my friends always got dates. I never really did. And I would spend the night alone.

The bell rang throughout the school, signaling the end of the day. I got up and left the classroom we had been seated in, rushing to my locker. Once I made it there, I found myself quickly packing my bag and heading outside to walk home.

  I plugged my headphones into my ears, drowning out the sounds of New York. And I wanted every excuse possible so I wouldn't have to talk with Liz about the damn prom once again. Her and I have been best friends since we were kids, but now we both have different interests and different ideas of what to do for fun.

  I made it to my apartment, which had police tape around it. My heart hammered in my chest as I attempted to convince myself that everything was fine. Quickly, I approached the policeman who was stationed at the doorway.

"Excuse me. Um, I live here. Can you please explain what's going on?" I asked as the man glanced around, then exhaled a sigh.

"Someone just robbed this place. We recommend that you go to a café or somewhere nearby while we investigate," The man spoke, asking for my phone number so they could contact me when they were finished.

  I wasn't an idiot. They don't tape off buildings after a robbery. Someone was dead or missing in my apartment complex. Which made me quick to call my older sister, who was the only person I shared my apartment with.