Miss Stark [Peter Parker x OC] ✔️

Miss Panic

After looking for Peter for three hours, I gave up. I know he can protect himself so I wasn't worried about that. I'm worried he'll think I chickened out and left him. I didn't though, I really tried to help. I walk back into the hotel. When I get to my room, MJ is still awake.

"What are you doing up so late?" I ask as I change into my pajamas. "I find sleep deprivation helps me under pressure." She puts down her book and walks up to me. She looks at my neck and jaw. Searching for something. "No hickeys. I guess Peter knows how to cover his tracks." I back away from her, "What in the world are you talking about?" She sniffs me. "You smell like him."

"First off, how do you know what he smells like? Second, whatever you are thinking, it's a no!" She ignores the first question. "You guys are dating, it's obvious. You have even been ditching me to hang out with him. The whole beginning of last year you were stuck to my hip. You've come so far." She envelopes me in a big hug.

"No, really MJ, we aren't dating. He doesn't like me like that, he's into girls like Liz. Or you know, just Liz." She looks back at me.
"So, that means you do like him?"
"Yes, I like him, he's a good friend, just like you. But I don't like him like you're thinking.

She sighs. "Whatever you say. Go to bed, gotta big day tomorrow."
We head to our own beds and lay down. MJ picks up her book and I try to go to sleep. 'Please be here tomorrow, Peter, I know you are doing more important things, but they are expecting you, Liz is expecting on you.'

The next day we're entering the building for the competition, we give up our phones and enter the room. The whole thing feels like days passed in a matter of minutes. "Gosh, that felt like forever." MJ nodded her head. The next place we go to is the Washington Monument. Liz congratulates everyone. The buzz of our win is still working its way through everyone's system. MJ tells me to go ahead of her. She stays behind on the ground.

While going through security, Ned gets a call from Peter. "Don't worry, it's safe. It's in my backpack." They must be talking about the purple thing.
"You missed the Decathlon. I covered for you."
"We're at the Washington Monument now. You gotta-" I snatch the phone from Ned.

"Hey, Peter, about last night, I'm so sorry for ditching you. I go-" Peter interrupts me, "No, Morgan, we'll talk about that later. You need to get the-" Then the phone is taken by Liz. 'Why are all my moments ruined by Liz?'

"Peter, is that you? You freak! You are so lucky we won. You know, I want to be mad, but I'm more worried. Like, what is going on with you?" Security makes her put the phone down. I almost grab it myself when I see it come back.

We all get into the elevator. I have to admit, I have a small fear of them. Especially one's in buildings created before safety was an actual concern. Then I'm crowded by the rest of the people in there.

"Hey, Mr. Harrington, can I be the one to tell Peter he's expelled" Flash states with arrogance in his voice. "Nope, I already called dibs." Harrington nods to confirm that I indeed called dibs, ten minutes before the event.

As the elevator ascends my legs start shaking. I grab the railing, 'why does this exist if it's not supposed to fall?' The tour guide tells us some facts but I can't possibly focus when all I can imagine is plummeting to my death. Even if Peter was here to save me, I'd likely snap my neck if he tried to catch me with a web.

Then suddenly my fear was becoming a reality. The space is engulfed with light. Glass shatters and all I can hear is the sound of destruction.

Within moments all I can see is smoke. I fall to my knees and clutch my head, curling into a ball. The rest flashing by in a blur. I remember Liz trying to see if I was injured, and a lot of chattering. I feel myself calming down but Abe ruins that with one phrase. "We are all going to die up here." Then I blackout.

I feel Liz pulling at me, "Come on we have to get out of here." I slowly get up and grab Mr. Harrington's shoulders, ready to be hoisted up. But Flash, still holding that dammed trophy, pushes me out of the way. "Me, it's my turn." I am falling in and out of reality, as Liz hold me up, the students are yelling again. 

The box shakes and I tighten my grip on Liz. With each shake, I clutch on to this poor girl with a vice grip. Then the elevator falls. Liz and Ned scream around me. I think I'm screaming too, but it's hard to tell. I think about my death, then realize it's been postponed, I look up to see Spider-Man holding us up.

"I did it! Whoa!" He spoke too soon. The elevator falls again. I shove my face into the crook of Liz's neck. I hear many sounds but nothing I can make out to piece together what's going on.

I recognize Pete's voice despite him trying to change it, "Ahem. Hey, how you doing. Don't worry about it. I got you." I just want to reach out and hug him, but that would probably cost us our lives.  Ned yells and shakes the elevator some more.

"Hey,  hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, big guy, quit moving around."
"Sorry, sir. So sorry."
I look to see what's going on, Spidey had managed to pull us up, Ned hops out and he pulls Liz along with him. Everyone motions for me to hurry and get out, but my muscles are locked, without Liz as support.

Then the ceiling snaps. I'm falling, extremely slowly, or at least it feels like that. But as quickly I was falling, I was saved. A web wrapped around my wrist. There he is, my Spider-Hero. He pulls me up, softly telling me I'm okay. I don't believe him at first. As soon as I'm in his arms, I hug him with all my remaining strength, which wasn't much. He quickly pats my back with his free hand. It's understandable for someone like me, just being in a traumatic experience, to hug the first thing they could. But Pete had to pretend he had nothing to do with me. At least, I hope that's why he was being distant.

He places me on the platform with the rest of the civilians. Liz runs up and hugs me. "I am so sorry, Morgan, I didn't mean to leave you. It all happened so fast." I don't speak, I don't acknowledge anything. All I see is Peter, dressed up in spandex. He's all I can see, all I can hear, all I can smell, all my senses were filled with him. I start to lean towards him, for what reason, even I'm not sure.

Liz snaps me out of it. Spidey was looking at her. I thank every deity in existence for his mask. I would instantly vomit if I had to see his lovesick face right now. But then his web snaps and he falls. Everyone looks down, and Flash yells, "Are you really friends with Peter Parker." I have just enough strength to kick his leg.