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 can't believe you told Elena, " Ned complained out loud.
"It's not like he had much of choice. He legit changed in front of me." I pointed out, folding my hands on the table. Peter was seated next to me, as Ned was seat across the table.
"It was an accident. She was hiding in a corner, I could barely see her."
"I was seated on your bed."
"It's hard to see from there," Peter grumbled, hitting his head on the table, but instantly retracted it once he realized how hard he slammed it.
"So, he did the same thing with me." Ned declared. "You really have to get better at seeing what's in your surrounding, Pete."
"I do! I have the spidey sense to tell me!" Peter complained.
"Then where was it when we were in your room. Couldn't sense that, could you?" I rested my hand on my palm, a smirk on my face. Peter's darted between Ned and I before narrowing into slits. "You guys are bullying me."
"This isn't bullying," Ned answered. "It's the truth. There's a difference."
"Exactly," I muttered, taking a sip from my water bottle. My eyes wandered over to Peter's profile. There was a curl hanging above his eyebrow, moving ever so often whenever he nodded his eyes. The light reflected through his hair creating amber highlights through it. Peter caught my eye almost immediately, making me look away. Ned sat there, taking a glance between us two, before saying anything, "Is there something going on with you guys?"
"What?" Peter and I said at the same time. He cleared his throat, stealing a glance from me before staring at Ned. "Nothing, just friends."
"Just friends..." Ned said softly. "You're blushing."
"Am not!" Peter became flustered, attempting to cover his face before deciding to just lean his head on the table with his arms wrapped around. Ned's eye's flickered to mine, a small smirk laid on his lips. 'Friends?' he mouthed, his eyebrow cocked up.
I nodded, my eyes wandering back towards Pete who was still in the same position as before. "On that note, I'm going to go to the bathroom." I smacked the table with my hands, bringing myself up for the chair. "I'll be back." I smiled at Peter, taking a nod at Ned. I turned away, strolling out of the cafeteria and straight to the bathrooms. I went around the corner only to be faced with the one I was attempting to stay away from.
"Harry," I said softly, our eyes matching each other, heavily filled with concern.
"Elena.." he walked closer to me, the sun shining through the window to show off the bruise on his eye. I stepped back, examining the wound that was on his face, realizing how bad it actually was. Back when it had happened, it was barely beginning to form. Now that I'm able to see it clear as day, it was worse than I thought.
