Elena Stewart never even knew of Spiderman. After transferring from a small town in Ohio, to now the Big Apple, she has a lot to adjust with. She becomes intrigued by this so-called Spiderman, the man who flies through the air on webs made of silk...
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"I love when you come in your suit." I smiled, focusing my attention on Peter. "Although, it's making me miss the sweaters."
"I thought you didn't like the sweaters." He narrowed his eyes, a goofy smile place on his face.
"I never said I didn't like them!" I complained, walking up to him so there was no distance between us. "I just said I preferred you in that black shirt. There's a difference. Plus it was that one time."
"That one time I abandoned you the party-" Peter began, stopping once he saw the look in my eyes. "Right, Sorry."
"You have to stop feeling guilty about that. Nothing happened at the party, I'm okay after what happened with Harry. I'm alive... I'm breathing." I promised him, resting my hand on his shoulders. "Everything's okay. We're okay."
Peter stood stiffly in my arms until I had kissed him on the cheek. I rested my lips on his skin for a minor moment before leaning away. "Okay," he whispered, a hard look on his face.
"Just okay?"
He rolled his eyes, picking me up in a swift move, spinning me around. A giggle released out of me as Pete finally kiss me hard on the lips, craning my neck towards him. He let me down after a few seconds of our kiss, creating a small distance between us. "I couldn't help myself." he cracked a smile. "You looked so beautiful."
I stopped smiling, feeling my face warm up from his compliment. "Oh, shut up."
"I'm just stating the truth. For I can't tell a lie," he said the ending piece in a British accent,
Suddenly the door jingled a bit, telling us that someone was coming in. Within seconds Peter put on his mark and shot a web throwing himself out of my window. I ran to the window, looking around the boy in the suit, only to look on the side to see him clinging on the side of the wall. I went to say something, but the door fully opens, revealing my mother.
She walked in, examining the area as if to figure out something to point out. "You didn't make your bed?" she pointed, the only thing in my room that was supposedly messy.
"I took a nap earlier, got tired," I answered, carefully removing myself from the windowsill and to my bed. I took the pillow and moved it back to its original position, straightening out the blankets.
"Why are your lips red?" she cried out, storming over to me, lifting my chin up. "Is there someone here?"
"Why would someone be here?"
"Don't give me sass. You know the only reason why we're here is so that you'll get a job in the sciences, hopefully, an engineer, and make a good amount of money. As well as the job I have at Stark Industries which is helping us out quite a bit." My mother sighed, rubbing her temples. "You need to start getting a job. It's time you pitch in."
