Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader

9 || Looking for an Answer

Was I lost all along?

Was I looking for an answer when there never really was one?

Was I looking for an answer when there never really was one?

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SPIDERMAN AND PROPHET: FIGHTING CRIME TOGETHER ONCE AGAIN

by Jaime Jackson

A robbery at a pizza place in Queens has brought Spiderman and Prophet back together again to fight crime. Though neither have them have been willing to make a statement on their partnership (or possible lack of one), they have been spotted multiple times on the tops of buildings talking.

One source even claimed to see them in an abandoned building, sparring and talking. Could Spiderman and Prophet be even more than friends? We're not sure, but it's certainly an option. Until we can get word from either one of them, us civilians and onlookers will be kept in the dark.

But darkness isn't forever.

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I slip into the alley where I left my bag as discreetly as possible, changing into my regular clothes with ease. I've gotten used to my little routine and I've also been able to cut the time it takes me to get prepared and in my uniform in half.

I sling my back over my shoulder, walking out of the alley. I trip on something hard and fall over, almost hitting my head on the concrete.

Groaning, I stand up, turning around to see what caused me to fall. It's a bag, similar to my own, and there's something sticking out of it.

Carefully and cautiously, I bend in close to see it, and my eyes widen when I comprehend what it is: a Midtown sweater.

A loud noise causes me to drop the bag quickly and speed walk out of the alley towards my apartment.

What's a Midtown sweater doing in an alley?

I try not to think about it - and fail horribly - on my way home.

I continue to fail through dinner.

I even fail to forget about it while sleeping, which is a much more difficult task than I ever would have imagined.

I fail to forget about it as I get ready for school, the bright blue color of the fabric burned into my mind.

I also fail to forget about it all the way to lunch class, which is incredibly distracting in Spanish, Gym, and History.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Betty asks wearily at me incredibly tired expression.

"Oh, yeah, I'm perfect," I say sarcastically, rubbing my eyes. "It's just yesterday I found a Midtown sweater in an alley, and now I can't stop thinking about it."

"You're gonna need to elaborate, Y/N, because that makes no sense to me." MJ shuts her book to pay attention to our conversation.

"An alley is where I put my stuff when I want to be Prophet," I whisper, looking around to make sure no one is listening. "I stick my bag in an alley behind a dumpster and I go on my way." Betty's nose wrinkles.