I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends
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We sit quietly at Betty's house, not sure what to do since the robbery at the pizza place. A movie goes on in the background but I can tell no one is paying attention. Betty still looks shaken up after what happened, and I don't blame her.
I'm glad no one got hurt, though, and the fact that Spiderman and I were able to stop the thieves from robbing the store. I'm not paying attention to the movie but I keep my eyes on the screen, just for something to do.
My brain is swarmed with thoughts, cloudy with conversations I had with Spiderman earlier this week.
"Do any of your friends know?" I ask as he comes over to sit with me.
"Just one," He replies, admiring the New York skyline in the distance. He looks in my direction. "You should tell someone, if that's why you're asking. It makes life a whole lot easier."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. Even though I'm not ready to tell the world, telling my best friend just... I dunno how to explain it. It was like this big relief, like this burden was off of my shoulders." He explains, and I nod, listening. We don't talk for another moment. "You should tell someone."
Maybe Spiderman was right. Maybe I should tell someone. Maybe my life would be so much easier if I wasn't the only one harboring this secret. Maybe I could tell Betty, or MJ, or maybe even both of them.
Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.
But I could never tell them. Who knows what they would say. I eye them both nervously, wondering if I could just blurt it out right now.
Hey, guys! You know that crazy Prophet person running around Queens saving people? That's me. Surprise!
It would never work out.
"Y/N? You okay?" Betty asks, noticing my expression.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine, I'm just..." I trail off, not sure what to say.
I'm just trying to figure out how to tell you guys I'm a superhero.
I turn to them suddenly, feeling more nervous than ever. "Can I tell you guys something?" I ask, looking at them. They share a confused expression, but nod in a gesture for me to continue. "Okay, um, I need you guys to not freak out, because you're probably going to freak out when I tell you this and I need that not to happen." My eyes dart between their faces, trying to gauge their reactions. "Um, the thing is... I'm Prophet." MJ blinks and Betty's mouth opens wide.
"What?" Betty says after a whole minute of silence.
"I'm Prophet," I repeat. "Like the... superhero." Betty laughs.
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Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader
Teen FictionY/N L/N leads a pretty normal life: an A average student at Midtown High, well-liked, well rounded, etc. A not so normal part of her life? Being Prophet, a superhero like figure with incredible abilities and the difficulty of not being able to tell...
