Spider-Man/Peter Parker Imagines (REQUESTS OPEN)

My savior (S.M.)

"Are you sure you don't need a ride?" asked my overly-worried friend, Kate, through the phone.

Pushing the cold metal door closed, I slid the key into the lock and twisted as far as it would allow me, "No, I'll be fine. I do this every night and nothing has happened to me."

"That's because Spider-Man is out there." My eyes rolled from her accusation. Ever since this menace showed up in the city, Kate never stops blabbering on about him. She'll always find a way to bring him up in our conversations.

"Yeah," I dragged out with a puff of air. "Whatever you say." It was cold enough to see the air escape from my lips, and I instinctively pulled the dark coat wrapped around me closer to my body in an attempt of staying warm in the winter weather of New York.

My bosses wife recently had their baby and while he has been home, I have been here picking up the extra shifts. I didn't mind, though. I needed the money and besides, one look at the bundle of cuteness had me saying yes to closing for him before he could finish asking.

"I will never understand how you don't find him captivating," she muttered.

"A boy in tights? Not my type."

Turning past the corner, the streets were empty. Street lamps illuminated the sidewalks, but anyone could be hidden in the darkness of the alley. The moon at its highest peak couldn't even shine a light on any perp waiting for an innocent bystander to walk past them.

I needed to end this phone call so I could stay cautious of my surroundings. Something seemed off. More off than the other nights I walked alone down these same sidewalks after closing hours.

I pulled my purse closer to me, reaching for the small mace bottle buried underneath my wallet, "I'll call you when I'm home, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed. "But this conversation isn't over."

I ended the call not caring to discuss the web-boy any further. It's all an act for me. People only hide behind a mask when they know they're in the wrong, and Spider-Man doesn't shy far from that category. Iron Man told the world his identity and look at him. He may be a multi-millionaire and able to pay his way through anything, but at least he has the decency to show the world who he is. He owns up to his alter ego, so what makes Spider-Man any different?

"Kate, you're getting under my skin," I groaned realizing my mind was filling quickly with thoughts of the red and blue suited menace.

Suddenly, the sound of metal scraping against the concrete drained all thoughts of Spider-Man. I searched around for anyone in sight, but I was alone. At least, I hope I am. Every other store on the block was dimmed of light and empty, so it couldn't be another clerk closing shop.

Just ignore it, y/n. Your imagination is playing tricks on you. There's no one out there. Just like every other night there hasn't been. You're fine.

With a deep breath, I continued on my trek to the apartment where a recording of 'The Bachelorette' and a glass of wine waited for me. Even though I calmed myself down, I still have a feeling that someone is watching me. Like, I'm being followed.

Picking up the pace, I practically jog under the feeble street lamps and that's when I hear it. Two sets of footsteps were close behind me and matched the beat of my own.

Grasping ahold of my pepper spray, I jerked it out of my purse, but the amount of force used had it flying out onto the road. I'm screwed.

Continuing my full-on sprint, I wasn't giving up. I only had a few more blocks to go, but I couldn't lead them to my home. They would just rob me there. Or worse, kill me.