I Need a Hero | Peter Parker x Reader | Wrong Number

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Y/n's POV:

It had been a couple of days and I found myself pulling on my new suit for the first time, until now I had been too nervous. It was a little bit different from Spidey's, obviously, it was smaller, since I wasn't as tall, nor as strong but it was cool in its own way.

The hands were gloves, which would make the whole thing a lot easier to take off and put on, but the material was pretty similar, just darker.

I climbed out the window and swung my way around the city looking for something to do when I heard a scream. A high, cold scream.

Dropping down into the narrow alleyway where it came from, I was met with two men wielding knives who turned around to face me as soon as they realized that I was there.

"Great." I mumbled, standing ready to fight.

The first guy swing his knife at me which (thankfully) I dodged, the other guy was quick to follow, this time aiming for my masked face. As the men continued to move toward me, I could see the girl moving away in the background, she was clutching her schoolbag to her chest and couldn't be much older than me.

I sung a couple of punches at the men, one of whom replied:

"Come on Honey, is that the best you've got?"

Immediately I was back on my bed with him on top of me. "Come on Honey..." the phrase echoed around my head.

I was only brought back to reality by a gentle tap on my shoulder, Spidey.

"Shad, Shadow?" he said, earning a nod of reply.

He took it as a sign to go and he swung me back onto our rooftop before disappearing.

He hadn't left me on the ledge where we normally sat, but he had propped me up against a wall. It was probably the best idea because I was feeling incredibly light-headed, I was pretty sure I was about to feint.

"Are you ok?" Spidey questioned, now sitting next to me with a tiny first aid kit.

"Uh, yeah...I think."

he picked up my left arm, where a deep gash had cut through the material of my new suit. Wait... "My new suit!" I exclaimed.

"Priorities Shad..." he reminded me.

"Oh yeah,"

He looked down at it again, "Can I help?" he checked. I nodded again in place of a reply and looked out over the city as he took off my gloves and rolled up my sleeve.

"What is this?" his gaze was fixed on my forearm.

"What?" I asked before looking down too. Shit.

"Y/n, what is this?"

I looked up at him, it couldn't be...

"Peter?" I whispered.

"Y/n/n what is this?" 

"Peter, is that you?" I asked again reaching up to where his mask met his suit before pausing, was it really him? Did I even want to know?

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his neck, we pulled the mask off together.

"Peter?" I said again, how could he be Spiderman?

I pulled off my own mask to meet his eyes.

"Y/n, what is this, what did you do?" he was tracing the cuts and scars with his finger.

"I think you know what that is." I replied monotonously.

"Why?" he asked despairingly.

"Does it matter?" None of our conversations had ever felt so forced before, it was almost uncomfortable...

"That's why, isn't it." he mumbled, "The drawings on your hand..."

"It makes it stop for a bit, I'm sorry Peter-"

"Don't apologise!" he cut in, looking shocked. "No, this isn't your fault."

I nodded silently, I didn't want to talk about it. Thankfully, he took the hint and just reached forward for a hug.