❝𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.❞

Chapter 10: Jealous much?

//This chapter is pretty long and has 2042 words to make up for not using the regular schedule

-previously-
"What the f**k?!" Said a familiar sound from behind me.

I turned around and my eyes widened through my mask as I saw Peter Parker.

"Sh*t." I cursed under my breath. I was in the wrong apartment.

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"Y-You're W-White Widow!" Peter half shouted at me.

"Shhh!! Not so loud!" I said putting a finger up to my mask.

"Sorry sorry. U-Um what are you d-doing here?" He asked getting closer to me.

"I uhhh- I was in the wrong apartment...didn't mean to crawl into this one." I said facepalming.

"Wait- so you live here?" He asked.

"YES- UM NO- I...no." I said trembling over my words.

"Oh. You can sit down if you want." He said as he sat down on his bed and patted the empty spot next to him.

I hesitated for a second, thinking Peter would recognize my voice instantly, but instead I decided to sit down next to him. I sat down slowly on the bed, not wanting to put anymore pressure on my leg from earlier.

"Oh shoot I'm sorry- are you hurt?" He asked looking down at my leg.

"I- yeah but it's nothing I'll heal quickly in a couple of days...maybe." I said shrugging my shoulders. I pulled my mask up to my nose and breathed in the fresh air.

"I heard you were friends with Spider-Man." Peter said looking down and twiddling his thumbs. "D-do you L-like working with him?" He asked before he looked back up again.

"Yeah of course, he's a great partner. Not gonna lie- he was a bit annoying at the beginning because I thought he would try to one up me, but we work well together." I said smiling.

He gave me a light smile before looking at the clock.

"It's late, and I gotta get to bed before Aunt May wakes up and realizes I'm up at 2 in the morning." He said laughing.

"Yeah, sorry for coming into the wrong apartment. I'll see you again sometime?" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Y-Yeah for sure." Peter said turning bright red.

I hoped over his windowsill and closed it gently before flying up to the right apartment. I threw my mask onto the floor and walked to my bed with my suit still on. I sighed from exhaustion and pressed the Widow emblem on my suit, taking it off and putting on my pajama shorts and Peter's t-shirt that he left from the previous sleepovers. I unbandaged my leg to see how it was looking, and there was a purple bruise but it was looking better. I fell back into my bed and put the covers over me turning to the side.

I was tired and exhausted because I didn't get much sleep now these days. If there's a crime, my monitor will go off and I'll wake up from my sleep just to stop it. I don't think there was a day where I actually slept more than five hours.