"Don't think you can get out of this one, Spidey." I whisper. He chuckles and slides closer to me, grabbing my hand. "If I tell you, you can't freak out, tell my identity, and please don't leave me because I'm not who you expected." He said, his voice sad and desperate.
I nodded before cupping his face, "I just don't want us to secrets between us anymore." I say softly. "You don't have to, just tell me when your ready." I say as I draw circles on his covered cheek with my thumb.
His hand met mine on his face and he intertwined our fingers. "I'm ready, you need to know." And with that he pulled his mask off.
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Trinity Andrews has no time for boys, living with just her mom and older brother, she has to work her ass off, not only as a photographer but also a part time job at the local café. When Spiderman saves her from a mugging, she kind of becomes obsessed with finding out who her hero is, except the more she digs the more trouble she gets into.
Not only does she want to know his identity but she begins to fall for the masked boy, Between work and late night visits from the boy she so loves, her life is falling deeper into Hydra's trap.
Peter Parker has a secret, one that could get him killed. He is spiderman. And since Mr . Stark reached out to him, he works his ass off to stay in line with the Avengers and academics. When he saves Trinity's life, he notices how she gets closer to finding out his identity, and it doesn't help that he's drawn to the girl. Sneaking into her room at night for late night visits, isn't helping his case. But what happens when signs of a Hydra conspiracy appear?
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.