You were walking through Manhattan on your way to school.
You heard someone calling your name.
You turned to see Peter Parker running up to you.
“Hey, Peter,” you said, a little surprised.
“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled, slightly out of breath.
“What’s up?” you asked curiously.
“Well, I was kind of hoping we could walk to school together. Because I, uh, kind of got lost yesterday,” he said, slightly embarrassed.
You chuckled lightly and nodded.
“I haven’t seen you in any of my classes,” Peter commented.
“We have every single class together,” you responded, raising your eyebrow.
“Oh. Sorry, it’s just hard to notice you. You’re kind of weird, you know,” he laughed.
You looked at the ground quietly.
Peter noticed and slapped himself on the head.
“Y/N, I… I didn’t mean,” he stammered.
“I’m used to it, Peter. I hear it all the time,” You said, not caring to hear his false explanation.
“We’re kind of early for school,” Peter pointed out.
You nodded.
“Tell me your story,” he blurted out.
You paused and stared at him.
“I used to know someone who said everyone has a reason why they are the way they are. I want to know why you are the way you are,” Peter said.
You hesitated.
“I grew up being bullied because my father abandoned me and my brother after years of abuse. When I was 13, my mother died of cancer. When i was 16, my brother died in a car accident. I live with my aunt and uncle now,” You told him, “I don’t get close to anyone because I’m afraid they’ll hurt me, abandon me, or die. I’m a freak.”
The bell for school rang and you rushed inside, escaping Peter and any questions he may have had.
After school, you walked home alone.
On the way, you were tackled to the ground.
It was a couple of jocks from school. They kicked at you, laughing.
Suddenly, there was shouting and they ran away.
You stood shakily on your feet.
You looked to see Peter shaking his head at you.
He walked away quickly.
You went home and fixed yourself up. You had a busted lip and a black eye. Your sides and stomach were especially messed up.
That night, you laid down to sleep. There was a knocking on your window.
Your room was on the second floor of the house.
Curiously, you opened it to see the one and only Spiderman outside!
You gasped.
He entered your room.
“Why are you here?” you asked.
“To show you you’re not the only freak,” he spoke.
You were confused.
He took off his mask and you recognized Peter.
“Peter?” you asked, “You’re Spiderman?”
He nodded.
He wrapped a web around you and pulled you into his chest, pressing his lips carefully onto yours.
“Freaks together?” he asked with a smile.
“Freaks together.”
