Secrets Of Our Own

Chapter Four: Spiderman

He yanked my hair pulling me to the back of the alley behind a building.
"Stop it! Let go!" I kept yelling but it was no use. It would only get him more aggressive. I made myself become dead weight and I fell to the ground.

"Shut it, bitch!" He scowled. He glanced down and me and grinned wickedly. He slapped me in the face hard making me yelp. He picked me up to my feet by my forearms. I knew I'd be bruised there by his grip.

"It's just the beginning!" He said slamming me against a nearby fire escape. Hurt like freaking hell.

"What do you want!?" I yelled. How had I not seen this coming? Why wouldn't my visions keep me from ending up in this situation.

He walked up to me. Holding my hands out in front of me did no good because he reached around them quickly grabbing my hair again. I felt my eyes pool from the pain.

"Hey!" A person yelled from above probably on a balcony. I could make out that it would've been a masculine voice. We both froze and looked up at the mystery man. Spiderman sat comfortably on the ledge with his feet hanging down. How long has he been sitting there?! Has he been watching the entire time?!

I waited till the man's full attention was on Spiderman and I kicked him in the crotch.

"Damn it!" He yelled crouching. I ducked under his arm as he grunted and fell on his knees. He quickly got up and reached for me.

Before he grabbed a hold of me he was thrown across the alley to a wall and hung there by a web. Spiderman was standing up now on the balcony standing in a karate stance with his feet but his one hand was out in front of him, probably the hand the web disbursed from.

"Are you alright?" He asked me. I nodded and chuckled at the funny muffled sound of him talking through his mask.

"Is something funny?" He asked with a tint of amusement in his tone. I shook my head and smiled.

This was a ridiculous. I was standing in front of Spiderman, after being kidnapped, after becoming an Avenger. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit.

We stood there for a moment not talking or moving, just staring at the ground. Spiderman starting kicking at the dirt awkwardly. Why was he being so weird? He was Spiderman. Isn't he supposed to be used to interactions like this?

"Well..." I began turning around. "Thank you." I nodded at him and started walking. When I reached the sidewalk I glanced back. He'd been staring at me... The whole time? When he realized I had been looking back at him, he turned his attention back to the pervert and rested his hands on his hips, probably giving him a lecture.

*Peters pov*

It was close to 8 a.m. when I rolled over and checked my alarm clock. I turn back around to find an empty bed except for me of course. I jumped out of bed and ran to the washroom. Nobody was here.

"May!" I yelled. My gut was aching with my Spidey senses -I called them. Don't judge. They were burning through my stomach leading me believe something really bad's happening.

"Yes, dear?" She came into the kitchen holding a dish with her brows creased.

"Where's Y/N?" I asked releasing my stomach.

"I don't know dear... She was here last night wasn't she?" I ignored her question running back up the stairs to my room.

I vlosed my door than ran to the door that leads to the attic. I open my briefcase to my Spiderman suit and pushed the button. I quickly ripped off my shirt and kicked off my pants. The suit sprung on to my body. It was loose at first but then I pushed the symbol in the middle and it tightened around my body. I open the window and climbed out, faster then I think I've ever done.

Y/n is gone and my Spidey senses were exploding. That meant something bad.

I shot my webs across buildings and looking in windows, when I heard someone yell from down an alley.

"Stop it! Let me go!" A female's voice yelled. I sat on a balcony and watched as a man threw... Y/N? Up against a wall.

"Shut it, bitch!" He slapped Y/N across the face making her whimper. He smiled at her.

"It's just the beginning." I froze. What did he mean? Did they like... Know each other? I let my thoughts get the best of me so bad that when I snapped back into reality, y/n was slammed against a fire escape.

"Hey!" I yelled, not being able to watch her suffer any longer. They both looked for me and when they finally spotted me, y/n took that opportunity to kick him where guys shouldn't be kicked-unless they're bad. Damn, that was badass. He fell to the ground and she did a killer roll under his arm to escaped his grasp. He stood quickly and reached out to her but before he got a chance, I shot a web at him. Sending him flying and sticking to a wall across the alley.

I jumped off the balcony and stood to look at her. She had a red mark on her cheek and red marks on her forearm that were definitely gonna turn into bruises. This shouldnt've happened...

"Are you alright?" I asked her. I usually asked all of my victims that. She nodded, and did the last thing I'd thought any victim would do. She laughed

"Is something funny?" I aske, not able to keep a straight tone in my voice. It was fairly weird to see someone beat up, all of a sudden laugh. She must've taken a bad beating.

She shook her head quickly and sighed.

I kicked at the ground awkwardly not knowing what to say without giving away my identity.

"Well..." She said as I was about to say something. She pursed her lips then put on a forced smile

"Thank you." She nodded. She backed up and turned on her heel. I couldn't help but stare at her as she walked down the alley. Her hair was in a neat braid-as it always is. Her hips swayed for every step she took. When she made it to the end of the alley she glanced back. I felt like a stalker, so I turned towards the bad guy and placed my hands on my hips.

"She has no idea what she has just gotten herself int-" I cut him off by shooting a web at his mouth. He growled.

I called the police which arrived strangely quick and rushed back to the house.