All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 25

(Y/n)'s grip on the stone windowsill tightened, the balls of her feet pressing into the rough bricks of the building. She could feel the warmth of the little boy shaking against her, as well as the eyes of the onlookers on her back-

Her face. She had to hide her face.

That fact alone made her turn her head into the boy's jacket, shielding her face from the people below. It didn't help that her hair was pulled back from her face when she changed into her velocity suit. As she listened to the people down below. Her mind was going nearly as fast as her body had moments ago, scenarios flying through her mind. What if the boy squirmed and she dropped him? Could she catch him in time? Probably, but she'd risk revealing her face to the crowd. No doubt, people were filming her right now. What if somebody recognized her? What if it helped HYDRA try to assassinate her again? What if HYDRA-

This is no time to get distracted. You need to get him down and get out of here, she told herself. She didn't need her suit's weakness getting in the way, especially with the huge mess she'd made.

From across the street, Peter watched as she suddenly moved in a blur. Electric blue light trailed from the blue lines and trim on her suit as she moved, reminding him of the tail of a comet. He watched the blur move down from the window and to the sidewalk, leaving the little boy right next to his crying mother, and sped off out of sight. Instantly, a shrill beeping sound came from his wrist, causing him to look down at the red and silver fitted bracelet. He jumped in place as his phone followed, ringing from its place in his pocket. He fumbled around as he started to move his food and drinks to the opposite side of his body, fitting the milkshake between his arms and chest as he fished his phone out.

It was Mr. Stark.

Shit! (Y/n) must be outside the bracelet's perimeter! Oooooohhhh God, I'm in trouble! NO. Ok, play it cool, he thought.

"Hey, Mr. Stark. How's it hanging?"

"Where the hell is (y/n)? I'm in the middle of a meeting when all of a sudden, her alarm goes off. What happened?!"

Damnit.

"We-well, it's... what happened is- It started with-"

"Peter,"

"AHH!"

He jumped again as he heard (y/n)'s voice behind him. He whipped around to see her standing peacefully with her hands in her jacket pockets. His mouth flopped open and shut like a fish.

"Stark?" she asked him, nodding her head at his phone.

Peter stared at her, nervously nodding his head in response.

"Kid? Who's there?"

"O-oh, it's just (y/n),"

"She's with you? Then why did the alarm go off?"

Peter looked at (y/n), a conflicted look on his face. It was his job to tell Mr. Stark the truth, but she just saved a child from getting hit by a car... and she really hadn't meant to leave the area. She only did it to keep her identity secret. If he were in the same situation, he would have done the same thing. He looked over at the scene across the street. People were looking around, pointing at the spot where (y/n) once occupied. The mother was holding her child and yelling at the man who nearly hit her son. It could have ended differently. He looked back at (y/n) one last time.

"We got separated by t-traffic," Peter stuttered out. There was a long second of silence on the other end, and Peter could only look at (y/n) with worried eyes.

"I call bull,"

"Shit,"

"Watch your language. We'll talk about it later. Just please... take her to your apartment,"