the other intern 🕷 peter parker x reader

chapter two 🕷

I left the kitchen with a smile on my face but internally I was stressing out.

Once I had finished talking with my dad I gave him a hug. I was really proud of him and didn't want to be difficult. That night was definitely difficult though, I had to tell Gwen and Miles and it was heartbreaking. I told them straight up and it hurt like hell. They were silent at first but comforted me with a nice yet crushing hug. Like seriously, they are so strong I thought that my bones would crumble in their arms. 

They made the move so much easier for me. They helped me pack up my all my clothes, carefully preserve my music and film posters from my walls so I could hang them up in my new room, and they helped me pack all my little memories away into boxes. Also, they gave me some farewell presents to remember them by even though I'm moving a half hour away. The each bought me a guitar pick with the colors of their spider suits and together they handed me a bouquet of sunflowers. The picks were the perfect size for my pick-holder necklace. 

I looked down at the picks in my hands and tried not to spill any tears onto them, "I'm going to miss you guys so much."

"We'll miss you too, Y/N." 

 We had one last hug before I climbed into the car with my dad and the stuff that couldn't fit into the small moving van. As we drove off I waved to them before they left sight. We drove though Brooklyn as I leaned against the window looking out at the school I left, the coffee shops I would no longer be a regular at, and the music store that would forget me. I peered into the reflections of the windows of other cars when I saw two spider people swinging through the street. I could them better in the side view mirror as they flung across webs down the street, waving even more. 

"Look kid, there's those spider heroes!" my dad looked up excitedly.

I laughed a bit as I stuck my arm out the now rolled down window and waved back, "Yeah I see them, dad." 

We smiled as we crossed the Brooklyn bridge, looking back into the rearview mirror at Spiderman and Spiderwoman perched on the cables. 

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It had now been four days since we settled into our house, just 5 blocks from the new high school I would be attending, Midtown High. To be honest, this move was awesome. Queens was a pretty awesome city, and our home was beautiful. My dad started going to the Stark tower for work two days ago and I haven't really got out much. Basically, all I've done was blast some tunes and unbox all my room shit. I felt super productive and creative now with a fresh start in a clean, blank room. I had waited to decorate till my dad left for work on Friday so now my time was here. My bed was already set up with my red and black pillows and blankets and my room had a literal balcony. The wall looking outside was all glass with big black curtains and a sliding door. 

The curtains were still drawn so I walked over and threw them open, the light poured into the dark room. I blinked a few times to help my eyes readjust to the bright sunlight. 

I turned behind me to view my new room as a whole, with its plain walls, empty nightstand and desk that had a black swivel chair next to it and held a clear vase with my sunflowers from Miles and Gwen, and I black television latched onto the wall in front of the bed. I ran into the kitchen to find a pair of scissors and picked a green pair. I skidded back through the door and slammed it, excited to get started. 

I went to my pile of cardboard boxes and searched for a specific one, then I found the box labeled "music."

I opened the scissors and slid them across the top of the duct tape to unseal the cardboard. Then I reached in and pulled out a black briefcase looking thing. I placed it on the desk and opened it up to reveal that it was actually a record player. I plugged it into the outlet behind the desk and turned it on. Then I went back to the box and pulled out the records themselves, perfectly protected in their original packaging. I chose one and carefully placed it down on the center spindle. Then I lifted up the tone arm and placed the needle down carefully onto the record and it started playing my favorite song.