•• "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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••••••• Wakanda, Africa Later...
"Further more, reports have been said the billionaire Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, was last seen near Central Park during the attack on Manhattan this morning. A spatial craft had entered the city, later taking off not mere minutes after. The question is, why did they come. What were they after?"
Madeline's eyes drop down to her phone once again from the TV set in front of her. She waited for her screen to notify her she had received a call or a text from Peter. Staring at both the phone and TV screen for hours had made her wary.
The news had shown the spaceship Peter had mentioned on their call today, but that was all she heard from after that. He said she'd call her back afterwards, and clearly the two unknown creatures had left into space.
She searched everywhere on social media for new Spider-Man sightings and the last one she saw was him swinging through Central Park. That was it. Nothing else.
She had a gut feeling something had happened to Peter.
Nothing could though. Tony was there, he would make sure he'd be okay.
Madeline picked up her phone once again and called Peter's contact. It rang four times, those four times she prayed silently on her temporary bed that he would pick up. To just hear his voice again would make her feel better.
But for the seventh time, all she heard was his voice mail. She let it run through, closing her eyes and holding onto her necklace as she heard his short message.
"Hey, this is Peter. Leave a message o-or don't. You know, that's cool too." Then she heard a beep, indicating that it was recording.
She inhaled shakily, putting on a smile like he could see it. "Hey," she said, "um, I'm just making sure you're okay. You know, I—I haven't heard from you in awhile since that ship came. I just. .would be really thankful if you could call me back or text me that you're okay. I'm getting kinda worried. . .please tell me you're okay. . . I love you, Pete."
She sadly brung the phone away from her face, ending the call with a look of distraught. Something had happened. She knew.
Looking at the TV once again, the news flashed images of the wrecked streets of New York. This was nothing new in their book, but for her it felt different. He was there, maybe hurt, maybe worse.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her hand and she quickly glanced at the caller ID. A smidge of hope had told her it was Peter, but she was let down when Natasha's name was displayed instead.
