Peter and Michelle can't stand each other, it's that simple. But what happens when fate forces them to spend time together?
This book is a Spideychelle fan fiction and will contain mature adult themes.
Michelle sat on her bed staring at her laptop screen with various different videos of Spider-Man playing. She scrolled to the local news and watched the feed of Spider-Man catching a bus with his bare hands. "Why do you sound so fucking familiar?" she said under her breath. She sighed and closed down the lid of her laptop and threw herself backwards laying down staring up at the ceiling, "I know I've heard your voice somewhere. Just where?"
Michelle rolled over onto her side and took notice of the time. 2:04am. She sighed and pulled out her phone unlocking it and scrolling through her Instagram. She paused for a moment as she came across a photograph of Peter Parker.
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Then it clicked and she sat upright with widened eyes, "He sounded like Peter!" she squeaked out as she opened her laptop and clicked on the video of Spider-Man stopping a bank robbery with a bunch of guys dressed as the Avengers.
"Wait you guys aren't the real Avengers! Hulk gives it away - woah Iron-Man, you're rich why would you need to rob banks," said the Spider-Man in the video. Michelle opened a video she had over a year ago at Ned's birthday party and fast forwarded the video to the part she was looking for. It was where Ned tried to convince Peter that the Hulk was the strongest Avenger.
"Dude how can you say that Thor is stronger than Hulk! It's the Hulk nothing is stronger than the Hulk," said Ned in the video. "Come on man if your argument had valid evidence then I would agree but the Hulk isn't the strongest Avenger!" says the Peter in the video.
Michelle's eyes were positively wide as saucers at this point. She played both videos over and over again in a loop listening to the voice and by the time it was 4am she was convinced. Peter Parker was Spider-Man.
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Peter lay snoring on his bed still in his Spider-Man suit when the alarm went off. He shot a web at it causing it to smash off of his bedside table and break on the floor. He grumbled and rolled over getting out of his bed and grabbing his clothing for the day and pulling it on. He completely forgot he was wearing his mask and walked out into the kitchen sitting down in front of May and Happy who were both trying to contain their laughter at his predicament.
Currently he was wearing his shirt on backwards as was his pants and he was still wearing his Spider-Man mask. "So Peter sleep well?" asked Happy with a smirk. Peter answered with an indistinct grumble as he leaned on his still gloved hand. "You do realize you are still wearing your mask and gloves right?" asked May as she set down a stack of pancakes in front of the super teen.
Peter sat up straight, "Wait seriously!?" He grabbed his mask and pulled it off revealing his tired face and ruffled curls. "Peter did you sleep at all last night?" asked Happy with concern as he gazed upon Peter's face. "I went patrolling until 5am...I needed to clear my head," grumbled Peter as he took off his gloves and placed them within his pockets. "What's going on?" asked May with a worried glance at Happy. "It's nothing you guys need to worry about," sighs Peter as he begins eating his pancakes. "Peter it's better to get these things out in the open," says Happy with a sage like response. Peter seems angered by this and stands up, "Fine! You want to know what's wrong! I'll tell you what's wrong! You have completely forgotten Uncle Ben!" says Peter with an accusing finger pointed directly at May. "Peter I could never forge-" began May only to be interrupted by Peter , "When was the last time you went to see him May!? When was the last time you went to his grave!?" he asked with a raised voice. "You used to do it every Sunday until he came along!" said Peter as he pointed at Happy angrily.
