A Dynamic Duet (Peter Parker X Reader)

Nerd Testing 101

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Why would it matter?"

"Because I know Peter would miss you if you died."

"He can't get rid of me that easily," I joked, but I knew it wasn't true.

I could have actually died. What a funny thought, that was.

Flash coughed awkwardly, breaking our moment. Students were getting excused to go downstairs with blankets covering their shoulders by the Suit Dudes. Even Mr. Harrington looked a bit traumatized, even though he had been in multiple situations like that, if I remembered correctly. Everyone was leaving, except Flash.

"So, are you two a thing, or...?" he asked.

I really, really wanted to punch him. Really hard. In the face.

I stepped out of Spider-Man's soft grip, and tried not to collapse. Thank goodness there was a railing conveniently near me that I could lean onto.

"That's a stupid question," I told Flash.

"Oh," Flash answered, sounding a bit disappointed. "But you two were all close and..."

"Yeah, I was saving her life," Spidey answered.

Flash nodded, as if he was trying to process everything. "Okay, then."

I honestly thought he was done talking, but then he started again. This time, however, he only addressed Spider-Man.

"Are you really friends with Peter Parker?"

"Okay, I'm taking (Y/N) back, now," Spider-Man said, ignoring the question.

I would have walked, but I really didn't want to go down all of those flights of stairs. Plus, it meant getting away from Flash. I just walked over to Spider-Man, and slid my arms around his neck. Flash looked like he wanted to interject, but we left before he could say anything else that was stupid.

"Sorry," I said as we swung away. "Go by the Decathlon hotels, by the way. They're the big white ones with a giant banner in the front."

"What are you sorry about?" Spidey asked.

I just shrugged. "I dunno. I just felt like I needed to say it."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Spider-Man told me. "None of it was your fault, trust me on that."

He lowered the two of us down to the hotel grounds. I tried my best to balance, but the solid floor felt so weird after falling from an elevator shaft. I had a crazy feeling that the floor was going to give in to me at any second.

"Spider-Man, could you do a super-favor for me?" I asked hesitantly.

"That depends on the favor," he said with a shrug. "What is it?"

I paused before speaking. "Peter Parker wasn't at the Decathlon," I told him. "I was angry at him for not showing up, and we both said some pretty.... stupid..... stuff to each other. I know you two are friends, so do you think you could tell him that I'm sorry?"

Spider-Man seemed a bit surprised, but he nodded. "He already knows," Spidey said. "But I'll tell him. Is there anything else?"

"No. Thank you," I said finally.

"It's really no problem," he answered as casually as he could. "I'd do anything for you....'re safety. And anyone's really."

Goddammit, was I blushing?

"I'm gonna go now," Spidey said, flicking his wrist, and swinging to a nearby building, leaving me behind.

There was a fuzzy feeling in my stomach, and I was positive that it wasn't from almost dying. My cheeks were hot and my heart wanted to kill me by sending me into a cardiac arrest.

Reason 249 That Spider-Man is Peter Parker: He made me feel a lot happier whenever I was around him.

Bonus Scene:
A large crowd surrounded us as we pulled back into the Midtown Tech parking lot. Anxious families stood in groups, as well as some news reporters and their camera crews. Liz was one of the first to get off of the bus, running over to her mom, and hugging her tightly.

I walked into the group with Peter by my side, who found May Parker and ran over to her. I wasn't quite sure who I was supposed to be looking for. A part of me just assumed that I would have to walk home, dragging my suitcase behind me, just like I did everyday. But I still searched the crowd, just hoping for someone to recognize me.

"(Y/N)!" Katie yelled, running over to me.

She wrapped her arms around my torso, and squeezed so hard, I almost couldn't breeze. I was so shocked to see her, that I didn't hug back at first. Instead, I just patted her head slowly, but she wouldn't let go.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her. "Aren't you supposed to be with Uncle-"

My uncle stepped out of the crowd, with my mom by his side. Mom was still in her nursing scrubs, looking as tired and stressed as every other parent there. She seemed shocked to see me, but ran over to give me a hug as well. Even my weird uncle came over to put a hand on my shoulder.

"I thought I lost you!" Mom cried, letting go. "I watched it all on the news, and when I heard that you kids were in that elevator...."

She put a hand on my cheek, and just stared at my face. Tears were in her eyes, but she blinked them away.

"Anyways," she said, putting her hands back on her purse strap. "You've got a special visitor."

Another man came out of the crowd, with a sad smile on his face. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized him.

"Dad?"