•• "You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man without the neighborhood." ••
(#1 in SpidermanxOC)
*New chapter every weekend-ish*
(NOTE):
Liz Allen didn't go to Homecoming with Peter in this story! She went with her friends, he went with his. L...
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•••••• February 14th 8:58pm
"May, I'm back!" Peter said from his room after swinging through his open window and setting his bag down on his bed.
He changed out of his suit, hitting the button and it slides off his body. He changes into a long sleeve shirt he found on the ground and pajama pants right as May rounds the corner.
She leans her side against his doorframe and her arms are crossed in front of her. Peter could practically feel the daggers pointed at him and he slowly turned around in guilt.
"You know the rules," she said.
"Yeah," He stuffed his suit in his backpack, unclicked his web shooters, and put them on his desk.
"Patrol ends eight o'clock sharp. Not almost an hour after."
"Sorry, I-I just got caught up with some of Harry's guys is all. They're still running around and stuff, I wanted to get this one group of guys so bad—they were mugging a scrawny looking dude- -,"
"- -Pete, you don't need to be associating yourself with them anymore. The Police already caught most of them."
"The police caught most of them because of Spider-Man!"
May rises an eyebrow, daring him to keep going with the backtalk. Peter decided to give in. He sighed and plopped down on his bottom bunk.
"You need to be focusing back on school work for now. You missed a lot, you don't wanna take Sophomore year again do you? You're almost done!"
Peter ran his hands across his face and into his hair, "No. ."
"Okay! Well. . .got any homework to finish?" She changed the subject and he closed his droopy eyes and shook his head.
"I'll warm up your dinner then. Come out in five and put on some actual clean clothes please, those reek."
Peter looked up from his position, about to counteract her comment. But May was headed toward the kitchen already.
He quickly sniffed the collar of his shirt, mentally agreeing that his clothes did smell a bit. It's been a rough couple weeks getting settled back in, who could blame him?
Peter sat back up and went to take off his shirt in exchange for a better one when he suddenly heard a tapping noise on his window. He froze, his head still stuck inside his shirt. The boy stumbled over to the window and peeled through his shirt, seeing a familiar blonde throwing pebbles at him.
Oh my God.
He quickly put his shirt back on and slid his window open.
The blonde took off her hood and revealed a pretty face with green eyes.
"What the hell? Felicia?!"
"Come down, we need to talk," she whisper-yelled up at him.
