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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_________
I wrapped Harry's jack around me tighter as we briskly walked through the streets of New York. I glanced up at Harry every so often, even though we hadn't spoken a word. I assumed it was because he didn't know what to say, or possibly he was waiting for me to say something. I crossed my eyes back to the sidewalk were walking on, counting the number of cigarettes I could find laying variously across it.
"I don't want to ask what happened," his voice was vexed. "But whatever went down didn't seem right."
I bit my tongue, hard enough to make myself bleed. I could still feel the sensation of my hand against Pete's cheek, alarmed by own actions. I had never expected myself to do something as heinous as that, as I was against violence. But something came over, emotions, feelings, everything daring me to stop him. I was hurt, muddled, everything inside me felt empty.
"Elena.." Harry grasped my arm, pulling me to the side. "Please talk to me."
"I don't know what's going on with him, Harry," I whispered, blinking my eyes many times to get rid of the tears that were pleading to come out. "I know you don't like him, and I know you're happier than I am with you rather than him, but I just-"
"Stop," Harry interrupted, causing me to stutter on my last few words. I followed my eyes up to him, examining his composure. "Just because Peter and I have our differences, doesn't mean I'm going to be some stuck-up jerk who'll get mad if you're with him. You are your own person. I can't dictate what you do with anyone or anything. Please just stop-" he hesitated. "Please stop crying. I hate seeing you like this. It pains me more than you can imagine."
I hadn't even realized I began crying. I lifted my hand, reaching up to my cheek to wipe the tear. "I'm sorry." I murmured, feeling ashamed about being emotional in front of him. "I just don't know who else to talk to about this."
"I think I can put aside how I feel about Peter if it means I can have you feeling better." Harry smiled weakly, placing his hand on mine. "Why don't we get you hot chocolate? I know that always made me feel better." His voice wavered, pointing to the cafe we had gone before.
I nodded vigorously, following his lead. He paused to open the door for me, letting me inside first before heading in behind me. We sat at the booth next to the wall, as we had before. He folded his hands on the table, his eyes staring off into space. IT was the first time I was able to drink in his appearance clearly, without any disturbance. He was a beautiful guy, his face was pale, a soft rosy look added to his cheeks. His eyebrows were dark and rough, pinched together to create a line in between them. Harry seemed focused on something, or possibly worried. I followed to his eyes that continued something mysterious in them. It was a strange look had in them, something I could decipher. A pinch of what I could see seemed to hole sorrow, sorrow for his father if I'm correct,
