Spiderboy

thirty one

"you know this doesn't mean I'm used to this." I said, pulling away and he shook his head
"of course not."
"I'm still very much in shock."
"very much."
I stared at him shrewdly
"you're mocking me." I said and he shook his head, curls drifting over his eyes.
"I would never." he said, in mock-offense.
I tried to speak again but he cut me off again with his mouth.
"this is very rude, you know. I might have something important to say."
I glared at him and he raised an eyebrow, a smile pulling at his lips.
"tell me to stop and I will." he replied and I pursed my lips. After only a small mumble of "not what I meant," he resumed his actions, to no further protests from me.
There was a loud bang and I jumped back in shock, but Peter smiled.
"front door, some one's home." he told me and I nodded.
"oh. Oh! Wait you can't be here-" my eyes widened as I took in his words
"Alexis! I saw on the news your school was attacked!" Dads voice came panicked from downstairs and I pushed Peter towards the window, throwing his mask into his hand.
"you have to go!" I whispered but Peter didn't rush, nodding at me from the windowsill
"alright. I'll see you later then." he said and I nodded, still hurrying him and almost pushing him out the window. I heard dad come upstairs, and Peter leaned backwards, sticking out his hand to shoot a white web and swinging away. I watched him go, wearing his mask again and felt a thrill go through me. That was Peter, I kissed spiderman.
"oh, I'm in trouble." I whispered to myself, before my door opened and dad was standing, looking concerned.
"I saw you on the bleachers, are you alright?" he said, hugging me tightly and I could hear the worry in his tone.
"I'm alright dad, thanks. I'm just tired now." I said, and he nodded.
"you look exhausted. I'll make some pancakes, but you have to have them down in the kitchen." he said, and I nodded again.
"okay, I'll just be a second." dad left the room and I exhaled slowly, still seeing Peter on the wall in front of me. I could hear dad in the kitchen with the door open, and made my way downstairs to meet him.
"thanks." I said, sliding into a bar stool as my father put a plate of pancakes drenched in strawberries and chocolate syrup in front of me.
"not a problem. So what happened?" he said and I shrugged.
"this big machined guy came and tried to collapse the bleachers while everyone was there for the game, a lot of people got off but there was still a few left, and then they fell, but Pet- um, Spiderman held them up before they crashed, and everyone was fine." I said, wincing at my almost slip up. He didn't notice, just sighed heavily and nodded.
"and how did you get back here?" he asked and I squinted into the plate.
"um, well afterwards I was kind of freaking out, and so he just took me home?" I said, not meeting his eyes.
"this Spiderman did?" he queried and I nodded. Dad didn't say anything, so I thought it was safe to look up again. Dad was deep in thought, his eyebrows furrowed.
"I think you have too much free time." he said finally and I raised my eyebrows.
"what does free time have to do with it?" I said confused and dad nodded, not hearing me.
"maybe you should get a job." he told me, and I opened my mouth to protest, but an image of myself in black jeans and a green apron holding plates came to my head. I nodded.
"maybe."
"if you're busier, you won't have time to worry about these things. You know that." he said and I nodded again.
"alright, I'll try to find one." dad left me to my thoughts and I finished my pancakes, going back to my room, and shutting the door behind me. I saw a text on my phone and smiled, imagining Peter with his tiny phone.

Call me

I picked up my phone, scanning the two words, and dialing his number. He picked up on the second ring, making me think he was waiting specifically for a call.
"Peter."
"Alexis, um, hi." his voice was soothing and I sat in my desk chair as I held the phone to my ear.
"so, you're Spiderman."
I said blatantly, and I could almost picture him wince.
"yeah?"
"were you planning to tell me?" I asked him and he stuttered over the line.
"well, I- um, no. I wasn't going to tell anyone."
"but someone else knows?" I said questioningly and he sighed.
"Ned. But that's all. He found out by accident too." I sighed. It didn't really matter who he told, or who knew.
"since when?"
"Ned? Oh, like a few weeks-"
"no, I mean, how long have you been..."
There was a silence over the line.
"a year."
I whistled, leaning back and glancing at the ceiling.
"you saved me at that subway station." I said and Peter hummed. "and you also threw back all those creeps in the alley." I said and Peter cleared his throat.
"well, I don't know one of them did get knocked out but it wasn't me, I swear."
"let's talk about something else then" I replied and Peter cleared his throat.
"so, are you alright?"
I huffed, already tired hearing it.
"something else?" I said again. Peter laughed and the sound brought a smile to my face.
"if you insist."