𝙢𝙧. 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚🕷 (PETER PARKER X OC)

• 7. i hate things in the air in general •

• JUNE'S POV •
𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕟' 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤

Peter and I stole Flash's car. And phone. I drove, which I don't know how to, as Peter talked to Ned frantically on the phone.

"Don't crash," he smirked. "Or you'll let everyone down once again."

I was too busy trying not to crash to even think about what Peter was saying to Ned or what Ned was saying to Peter.

"Headlights!" I yelled. "PETER! I need headlights!"

A minute later, Peter told me where the headlights were.

"Round knob to the left of the steering wheel, turn clockwise."

I did just that and turned on the headlights. "Thanks!" I turned the steering wheel abruptly, making a quick right.

I drove down an alleyway when Peter began to yell. "TURN RIGHT!"

I was about to pass it when Peter webbed us, causing the car to tip over.

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We entered the building discreetly from above.

Once landed, I began looking around at the various computers, gadgets, and alien weapons surrounding us. Peter tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to a lit up hallway.

I nodded, and followed him through it. Nothing on the other side. Just stairs. And someone at a desk.

"HEY!" Peter screeched. "Surprised?"

"Oh, hey, Pete, June," Liz's dad greeted. "I didn't hear ya come in."

"It's over," I jeered. "We've got you."

"You know, I've gotta tell you, I really, really, admire your grit. I see why Liz likes you. I do. When you two first came to the house, I wasn't sure. But I get it now."

We kept walking closer and closer.

"How could you do this to her?" I countered.

"To her? I'm not doing anything to her. I'm doing this for her."

Peter shot a web and stuck Liz's dads hand to his desk.

He sighed. "You're young. You don't understand how the world works."

"Yeah but we do understand that selling weapons to criminals is wrong," Peter insisted.

"How do you think your buddy Stark paid for that tower? Or any of his little toys? Those people, those people up there, the rich and the powerful. They do whatever they want. Guys like us, like you and me, they don't care about us.

"We build their roads, and we fight all their wars, and everything, but they don't care about us. We have to pick up after them. We have to eat their table scraps. That how it is. I know you know what I'm talking about."

"Why are you telling us this?" I asked.

"Because I want you to understand. And, I needed a little time to get her airborne."

Next thing I know, Peter's pushing me to the ground and he's fighting and screaming, and pillars are breaking, and then, well, I lay on the ground, Liz's dad gone as well as Peter. All that I could see was dust and rubble.

I covered my mouth with my hands. "PETER!" I screamed. "PETER!"

Everything was silent.

"PETER!"