Eyes On Me [PETER PARKER]✔︎

8

The next day flew by faster than I had hoped, since I wanted it to be slow when I was with Peter. I was sitting in his bedroom, writing down ideas for how we would finish the project when a memory of yesterday popped in my head. 

I slammed my pen on his desk, hearing a small crack come from the pen as I spun to face him, Peter's face shoved deep in his calculus book.

"Lift your shirt and turn around." I said quickly, a look of shock crossing Peter's face as he stared at me. He laughed nervously, tilting his head.

"W-What?" He said, setting down the book.

"Let me see the bruise." I said a little coldly as I thought of every moment Flash has beat up Peter.

"Bruise? I don't have a bruise." I frowned, crossing my eyes.

"Show me the bruise on your right hip." I said, raising a brow.

"I don't have a bruise on my right hip. It's on my left-" He swore under his breath, rolling his eyes as he slowly stood up, lifting his shirt to reveal the bruise. I stood up, walking over to him.

"Can't you just get Flash to stop beating you up? You guys are constantly getting into fist fights and you do nothing about it." I said, remembering all the bruises and busted lips Peter was getting almost every day because of Flash.

"I-I try. But he doesn't stop." He sounded like he was lying, but I pushed past it.

"If you don't get him to stop, I will." I said with a slight anger. Peter gulped, nodding slowly. "Now, how about we finish this pro-"

"Hey Peter I was thinking that maybe if you're going to be Spider-" Ned walked in, dropping the notebook in his hand as I stared at him, his eyes of fear staring back at me.

"SPIDER-MAN FOR YOUR HALLOWEEN IDEA-" Ned quickly said, trying to play it off cool. And somehow, I bought it.

"You're going to be Spider-Man for Halloween? Isn't that in like, a month?" I said, turning to Peter, whose face was stone cold as he stared daggers into Ned. 

"Uh yeah, but I always like to plan ahead. Unlike NED, who likes to show up without warning!" Peter said, glaring at Ned, who was still staring at me. I could hear Ned and Peter's racing hearts as I looked between them, frowning.

"Are you guys good? You look like you're about to have two heart attacks." I said, both Ned and Peter laughing nervously. I shrugged, grabbing my bag. "I should get going anyways, I'll call you later, Pete. Bye Ned." I said, shutting Peter's door on the way out. I said goodbye to Aunt May, shutting their apartment door before I ran outside, flying up to Peter's window, but out of their field of vision as I listened to their conversation.

"No, Ned. I haven't told her. And to be fair, I don't know if I will. Because every time I try and tell her, something get's in the way. I don't know if I will ever get the chance. Hey, Phantom! I could tell her first. Since you know, me and her are partners and trust each other, I guess." Peter said as my breath hitched. Is he talking about me?

"Maybe I can tell her for you! I have to tell someone." Ned said. I used my X-Ray vision to see them both, watching as Peter was shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. 

"No Ned. I have to be the one to tell her or I'll lose her trust." I frowned, questioning who he was possibly talking about. I shrugged, hearing enough as I flew away and back home.

My phone buzzed, a call coming from my dad. I smiled, answering it as I landed on my balcony, walking into my room.

"Hi dad! I heard you were going on a business trip tonight. When will you be back?" I asked, tossing my bag on my chair.