Bloodstain//Peter Parker (COMPLETED)

Chapter 9

Trainer Olkovach's POV

"Pack a bag." I told Lila as walked around my room packing my own bag. "Tell Abby and Sarah to pack one too."

"What's going on?" She asked.

"We're going to Queens." I said.

"Is this about Chloe? What is you guys' deal with her? She's not even that special. Why do we need her so much?"

"Because if we don't have her then no one can!" I yelled. "If her parents find out that we didn't keep her until she turned 21 bad things will happen. It doesn't matter if she stayed 15 for 5 years we have to get her back now."

"And how do you think we're going to do that so easily?" She asked.

"We're bringing an army." I answered.

Chloe's POV

I woke up and Peter was still asleep on the floor.

"Jesus Christ." I said blocking my view from the bright sun with my hand.

I quietly tip toed out of his room and to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth and then went into the kitchen to find something to eat.

I looked through their cabinets and found cereal to eat.

As I was pouring my cereal Aunt May came out of her room and smiled at me.

"Morning, Chloe." She greeted.

"Morning." I said. "How did you sleep?" I asked.

"Pretty good. You?" She asked as she grabbed orange juice from the fridge.

"Great actually. My bed back at boarding school was pretty hard so Peter's bed was like heaven." I said.

"You and Peter slept in the same bed?" She asked slowly.

"Oh God no." I laughed. " He slept on the floor, May."

"Oh." She said. "Would you like to tell me about you and Peter?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, back when you guys were in middle school it was obvious you guys liked each other. How do you feel about him now?" Aunt May clarified.

"I mean, I still like him. But, he's my best friend so I can't tell him. It'll ruin things." I said.

"How do you know that for sure, Chloe?"

"I don't know, May. He probably doesn't even feel the same. Why do you care so much? Do you want us to be together?" I asked.

"That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying you should express your feelings. Don't just pour your heart out to him immediately just, give him signs. And if you don't want him to know you like him at all, forgot I ever said anything.

I nodded my head. "Thanks, May."

"Morning, guys." Peter said walking to the bathroom while stretching.

Mine and May's words overlapped each other's when we greeted Peter.

Peter's head popped out of the bathroom. "Chloe, after you're done eating get dressed. We're going out."

"Out where?" I asked him with a confused look on my face.

"Shopping." He said. "Not to be rude but I saw what you were wearing last night and I can't have you walking around New York like that."

"Wow. Nice, Parker. Ok. I'll get dressed." I said walking to his room.

I got up from my chair and went into Peter's room.

"And dress in my clothes." He said looking at me from the bathroom.

"Well I don't think I can pull of an iconic Peter Parker outfit." I said sarcastically.

"Pretty sure you can." He said.

I scoffed. Before going into his room I glanced at Aunt May who had a grin on her face.

I returned it and walked into his room.

"What to wear, what to wear." I whispered to myself as I stood in front of his closet.

I pulled out a white shirt that said find x and in red it said I found it with the x circled. I chuckled at the shirt.

"Pete, I don't think your jeans will fit me." I said as a joke.

I heard his laugh as a response and continued getting ready.

I pulled out jeans from my backpack and put them on and slipped on the shirt.

I grabbed my phone and walked out of Peter's room and waited for him in the living room.

As I waited for Peter, May tiptoed over to me and whispered into my ear "Don't tell Peter but I think I might call Happy over." She said smiling.

"Happy? Who's Happ- actually nevermind. I don't think I want to know."

"Ready to go?" Peter said coming out of his room.

"Yeah." I said smiling at Aunt May.

"Bye guys. Have fun." I said.

"Bye May." Peter said."

"Bye May. Try not to have too much fun." I said smirking.

Her jaw dropped at my choice of words and I laughed at her reaction as I closed the door.

"What does that mean?" Asked Peter.

"Oh nothing." I said.