WolfGirl [Peter Parker x Reader]

Pasta

Peter's POV
"Are you sure you don't know where she went?"

"I'm sure Peter. She left this note but she never said where she was heading."

I read the not quickly before handing it back to Will.

"Well, thanks anyways, and please let me know if you hear from her."

"Yeah sure thing." He says as he closed the door.

"Lee? Where'd you go?"

"Shit!" I say.

I needed to find Y/N, but Lee had disappeared and I had no clue where Y/N would've gone.
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Y/N POV
"Alice has 7 more apples than Emma, and Emma has 9 apples more than Chris, if Chris has 2 apples less than Sam. Mishka answers.

"Very good!" I exclaim.

I was currently teaching Mishka beginners algebra, and she was doing pretty good for a 4 year old.

"So we are done for today. I'm going to go get some groceries. You stay here okay?"

"Okay." She responds.

"Alright. See you in a bit." I say as I kiss her forehead.

"Bye!" She calls after me and Baby.

"So Baby? What do you think we should have for diner tonight?" I ask the large dog.

'Maybe some pasta. It has lots of fiber and it would keep us full for a while, meaning you would need to spend less on food.' Baby barks.

"Great idea. I'll get some from the closest restaurant and maybe get some vegetables from the grocery store." I say quietly.

'You know if you keep whispering to me people
Might get the idea that your weird.'

"First of all I'm already considered weird, second, being weird is the one flaw that I actually don't mind about myself. It's probably the thing I like best. And yes maybe I should just talk in your mind so that people don't stare."

'And why do you think being weird is a good flaw? Because there are many mixed opinions.'

'Well it means I'm different. Unique. I don't mind if my weirdness shows because if someone tries to insult me by it, it means nothing really.' I say, The only sound actually coming out being a small bark that was barely audible to the human ears.

'Your good at speaking dog. You've got to show me your other forms sometime.' Baby barks quietly as we enter the supermarket.

'Thanks.' I say, a small bark leaving my lips.

I balance a bag of large carrots, as well as a bag of celery and red, orange, yellow, and green bell peppers in my hands, trying not to drop anything as I walk over to the counter.

The lady behind to scan my items, the price slowly going up.

"That'll be $23.17 please." The cashier says as she puts my items in a bag.

I nod and take out a $50 bill.

"Just put the change in the donation bucket." I say as she tries to hand me my change.

"Alright. Have a nice day ma'am!"

"Thank you, you as well." I say as Baby and I leave the store.

'Next we need the pasta. We can go to Carmine's Italian Restaurant. Peter once told me he wanted to take me there because the spaghetti is amazing and it isn't over priced.' I bark out quietly.