Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader

5 || Haven't Met You Yet

And somehow, I know that it'll all turn out

You'll make me work so we can work to work it out

And promise you, kid,

I'll give so much more than I get

I just haven't met you yet.

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If I only I knew who Spiderman is.

It's been on my mind for days now, ever since our last encounter. Sure, it's not like I'm going to look into it, but still... it wouldn't hurt to know.

"Is everyone ready to discuss Mr. Thompson's idea on superheroes from yesterday's class?" Mr. Quincy asks as we all take our seats.

"You mean my brilliant idea?" Flash smiles proudly, and I watch MJ roll her eyes.

"It's the worst idea in the world." MJ counters, and I nod my head in agreement.

"It is not."

"It absolutely is." I say, and Mr. Quincy looks at me.

"Elaborate please, Ms. L/N."

"Flash's idea is incredibly misogynistic, sexist, and overall just disgusting. I mean, if we left all the world saving to the men I guarantee their... parts would get in the way." I say calmly, and MJ smiles while a couple other people snicker and hold back laughter. "Women are just as valuable as men because they have a different skill set."

"But sometimes those skill sets can overlap." MJ adds quickly. "I mean, just because we're opposite sex doesn't mean we're complete opposites."

"Excellent points, girls. What about the essay question? Ms. L/N, do you think that superheroes are an overall benefit to society?" He asks, leaning back on his desk.

"I... do. I think they're valuable and the work they're doing is incredibly hard and dangerous. I mean, no one in this room has any idea what it's like to do something like that on a daily basis and risk your lives to save other people."

No one in this room except me, obviously.

"Does anyone care to disagree with Ms. L/N on her essay idea?" Mr. Quincy asks, and a few hands shoot upwards. The discussion goes on for the rest of class, and on my way out, Flash throws me a dirty look. I smile in response, knowing full well that it pisses him off.

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After school, I make my way to Delmar's alone. My hands are shoved in my pockets, and I make a note to start wearing a lighter jacket.

It's Spring, or that time when Spring and Winter overlap with breezy winds and the sun beating down on everyone all day.

My head gets caught in a daydream of seasons, and I barely hear the voice pulling me back to reality.

"Y/N!" A voice calls, and I turn around, seeing Peter. I smile politely.

"Hi, Peter." I say as he catches up to me. "Are you going to Delmar's?" He nods and smiles, too.

"Yeah, and I assumed you were doing the same." I laugh, nodding. Just as we're about to enter, a loud boom gets our attention.

Great. Prophet time where everyone can see me in the broad daylight.

We look to see people breaking into a jewelry store and turn to each other.

"You should get out of here," We say at the same time, and our eyes widen in sync. "What about you?" We say in unison again. "I'll be fine." I chuckle, and so does he, and we take off in two different directions.

I find an alley, making sure no one is nearby or following me and check quickly for cameras. Satisfied and seeing that there aren't any, I grab my suit which is conveniently in my bag and put it on as quick as possible, leaving my bag behind another garbage can.

Making sure my goggles are safely on, I take off towards the jewelry store. I try to control my surprise when I see Spiderman already at the scene, punching one of the robbers.

"Prophet," He says quickly as I join in, punching the other robber.

"Spiderman," I reply, ducking as the beefy guy's fist made its way towards my head. "How'd you get here so quick?"

"I could ask the same thing," He answers, finally knocking out the guy he was fighting. He moves towards a phone to call authorities.

"I guess I was just in the right place at the right time," I grunt, kicking the man square in the nose. He finally goes down. I take a deep breath.

"Where'd you learn to fight?" Spiderman asks curiously, and I smile.

"Karate lessons, ages eight through twelve."

"Makes sense." He replies. I hear sirens and turn towards the sound. "That's your exit cue." He gestures towards the door and I nod as a thank you, heading out.

I check to make sure no one is following me, but with all the robbery commotion, I am able to slip back into the alley.

Changing quickly, I head back to Delmar's to find Peter. I spot him leaving an alley parallel to the one I was in.

"Peter!" I call, and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees me. I take notice of how flushed his face is and how heavy he's breathing. "What were you doing  in an alley?" I ask suspiciously, my eyes narrowing.

"Oh, uh, um... well, I didn't know what to do, and I wanted to leave, but I wanted to make sure everything was okay, so I... hid in an alley." He sums up, and I nod, since his story checks out. He squints at my face, and I make an odd face at him. "Why is your skin red?"

"Huh?"

"Around your eyes. It's red." He said. "Like by your cheeks." My eyes widen in realization.

Those Goggles are going to be the death of me.

"I dunno." I lie, pretending to look surprised. I check the time on my phone. "I should go, Peter. I have a lot of homework."

"Yeah, me too." He responds, yet we linger for a moment of complete awkwardness. I laugh nervously to break the tension.

"Okay, I'm gonna go for real now," I say with a smile on my face, turning away. Peter laughs, turning away, too.

His laugh sounds strangely familiar.

Have I heard Peter laugh before?

Maybe. Sure I have. I've spent some time with him, not enough for me to be good friends with him, but enough that I might have heard him laugh before.

But it sounded too familiar. Like I've heard it over and over.

Maybe I'm crazy. I probably am. But the sound of Peter's laughter doesn't leave me as I walk the rest of the way home, and I can't stop hearing it even in my head.

I have heard it before, and even if I don't know where yet, I'll find out soon enough.