Chapter 5: Sandwichs on Sunday

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I wake up on Sunday to text from Eddie and just throw my phone. It's 12:38, so I eat a quick brunch and decided to go on patrol.
   I help a couple of people out and stopped a bank robbery with a hostage situation that spidey swings in for. We hang out and he takes me to this deli that says "Best Sandwiches In QUEENS" and we walk in
"Hi, Mr.Delmar"
"Spider-Man, as always on the house and the usual; number five with pickles and smushed real flat"
"Yup" he answers popping the p.
"And what would the lovely sapphire like?"
"Umm... can I have a mortadella sandwich with bologna, lettuce, tomato and pickles... and no mustard."
"Wow girl knows her food, I like her"
"Thanks, Mr.Delmar" me and spidey give each other dorky looks before I turn to hold him and lay my head on his chest, he then wraps his arms around me and kisses the top on my head.   

   We stay like this until are sandwiches are ready and we leave to enjoy them on a rooftop, "So..." he starts. "I know it was your fourteenth birthday and you probably got your name..." O God I knew this was coming, "and I was wondering who it is". I mentally started to panic but quickly calmed myself down, "O it-it's some guy named Peter Parker..."

"Holy Shit"

"What is something wrong?" I start to panic
"Um no-no-no. Nothing is wrong I just know who that is."
"O um ok..."

A/n:
I kept this one short because it makes sense to me and I'm changing the story a bit
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