Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

(HC) The Curse Of Good Things

"Are you sure? It's not normal to come to a basketball game to watch someone ref," you said before sticking a chicken nugget in your mouth. Peter shrugged, avoiding your gaze.

"Well I watched you play volleyball."

"Keyword being 'play'."

"And I figured why not do the same with, ya know, basketball."

"Why are you really going?" You leaned closer, gaze narrowing. His eyes flickered between his peas and you.

"To see you. And we need support in the student section."

You rolled your eyes. "Nobody could tell if you showed up, it's so crowded."

"Then just you."

"That's sweet but don't you have an after-school thing?"

He cleared his throat. 'Uh, not tonight." You faced the silent kid beside you.

"What do you think Ned? Should I give him a ride?" Ned looked between you and Peter.

"Yeah."

"Alright. But no yelling at me. The fans damage my feelings enough," you joked. Ned offered a grin as Peter stared at the table. "You wanna come too Ned?"

"Um, sure." You nodded then glanced at Peter.

"You trying to make the nugget float? As far as I know you don't have telekinesis."

"I'm...not feeling good."

"Oh." Your brows creased as you leaned forward to place a hand on his forehead. "You're a little warm. Are you sure it's not because you're thinking about Stacy Goodwin?" His head shot up as Ned guiltily turned away. "Don't act so surprised, you two are awful at keeping secrets."

"I don't like her!" Peter rushed out.

You grinned. "Never said you did."

"She doesn't play basketball anyway." He crossed his arms. You held up her hands in surrender, the grin never fading.

"You don't need to explain, but I know you're not coming for me." You grabbed your tray and stood, leaving both boys to stare uncomfortably at each other.

You drove them both to the game and quickly found out why Peter wanted to come. Stacy was in the student section cheering on the team, and at halftime the boy gathered the courage to go stand by her. Ned was left alone but it didn't seem to bug him as he cheered, whether for you or the team you couldn't tell. The parents were making a fuss as usual, and while most of it you ignored, several comments got to you, causing you to get distracted and miss a few things.

By the time the game ended you were ready to go home. So when Peter wanted to wait a couple minutes to talk to Stacy you walked out the doors by yourself. Ned ran to catch up, telling you you did a good job. You disagreed but he didn't need to know that.

"Thanks." You fistbumped him. "How long do you think that slowpoke is gonna take?"

"Depends. Is he going to score a date?"

You sucked air in through your teeth. "I'm more likely to have a heart attack." His lips quirked up.

"You're probably right."

"But I hope so." You leaned against your car and crossed your arms. "Maybe then I'll stop pining after him."

"What?"

"Nothing." You pulled out your phone to check the time. "He better not take too long. I'm tired."

"Who are you?" Ned asked. A sharp crack of electricity broke the silence and you looked up. Ned collapsed as a hooded figure turned to you.