Everyone is gathered in the hotel lobby, either watching the news or doing research to figure out what that creature was. Meanwhile, Peter and I are talking on the phone with our loved ones. I'm outside standing in front of the hotel entrance and have a perfect view of Peter, who's inside by the stairwell. I had a short conversation with Bucky and Sam, who called me when they heard about the incident on the news. Then I called Pepper and Morgan to let them know I'm alright.
"I love you too... Okay, bye," I tell Pepper before hanging up. I throw my head back and sigh. My phone starts vibrating, making me look down at it. I stop breathing when I see who's calling. I look through the glass door at Peter, who's invested in his phone call, before switching my eyes to my phone again. I glide my thumb across the screen to answer it and press the phone against my ear. "Hey, Jonathan. What's up?"
"I just saw the news. Is everyone okay?" he worriedly asks.
"Yeah, everyone's fine. That thing is gone now," I assure him.
I hear him sigh in relief. "I saw videos of you fighting it. Who was that other guy?"
"I don't know. He's new, I've never seen him before," I answer. I wonder if he's like me and Wanda... or like Doctor Strange.
"Is he like you?" Jonathan asks. It's like he read my mind.
I shake my head. "I have no idea. He might be," I respond uncertainly. There's silence on his end for a few seconds.
"So, uh, did your spider-friend help out?" he asks.
"Oh, no, he's in New York," I chuckle.
"Mhm," Jonathan hums in a knowing tone. "But he's in your class. I imagine he'd be on the school trip too," he adds. My breath catches in my throat. Oh, shit... he knows. There's no point in denying it now.
"How'd you know?" I ask.
He chuckles lightly. "My wife's a reporter, y/n. I've learned a few things from her," he claims. I swallow hard. Wife. That's still kind of weird. "He's your best friend, you're with him all the time, and Amethyst and Spider-Man seem to be really close too... It only made sense that it was Peter."
I slightly chuckle. I shouldn't be surprised that he figured it out, he's always been too smart for his own good. "So that means Nancy knows too," I state.
"Yup."
"Hmm," I chuckle. I wonder if my brother and the party know. "He did help out but he didn't have his suit so he stayed out of sight," I answer his previous question.
"Oh. Well, I'm glad he's there too. It's good that you have a close friend with you," Jonathan comments. I turn to glance at Peter through the glass. He catches sight of me and simpers. I smile back fondly. He'd probably be upset if he knew who I'm talking to right now. "Y/n? Are you there?" Jonathan's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm here. Uh... it is good, yes..." I trail off. I pause and take a quick glance at Peter one more time before looking out at the water. "Although, um... You should probably know that... Peter's kind of more than that now."
I can sense Jonathan's bewilderment through the phone. "More than what? A- a friend?"
"Uh-huh..." I utter. It goes dead on his side, the silence is so loud. "Hello?" I ask, making sure he's still there. My heart pounds as I wait for a response.
"Wow..." he finally voices. "I mean, I knew it was gonna happen eventually but... that's great. That's really great. Peter's a good kid... I'm happy for you."
The corners of my lips curl up into a small smile. I don't know what reaction I expected but I'm glad it was this. "Thank you, and yeah, he's a great person," I reply, sneaking a peek at Peter again.
"You actually listened to me," Jonathan pipes up, making me laugh.
"I guess I did... don't get used to it," I joke, getting a laugh out of him. When he made me promise that I'd find someone new, I didn't actually think I ever could. But life is just full of surprises. Will Peter and I have an epic romance like Jonathan and I? Could it be as epic or possibly more so? I really don't know but I guess only time will tell.
"Seriously though... I just want you to be happy. If you're happy, I'm happy," Jonathan states. I gulp, his words make me a little emotional.
"Ditto," I return. It falls silent. Even though I can't see him, I know he's smiling. I rapidly blink when I feel tears forming in my eyes. Shit, why do I feel like crying?
"Okay, well... I'll let you go, I have some things to do," he eventually speaks up.
"Uh, okay. I should get back to my friends anyway so..." I trail off.
"Right... bye, y/n."
"Bye, Jonathan," I softly return before hanging up. I take a deep breath and wipe my eyes to make the forming tears go away before turning around and opening the door. I step inside and make my way toward Peter, who barely ended his call. He sees me and smiles.
"Hey," he greets.
"Hey. Was that May?" I ask.
He nods. "Yeah. Did you talk to Pepper?" he questions.
"Uh, yeah, I did," I confirm. Should I mention Jonathan? Nice things were said about Peter but that's probably a conversation for later. He just nods and gazes at me. I gaze back, looking him up and down really quickly. A smug smile forms on my face. "You look pretty," I compliment him.
Peter lightly chuckles and looks down with a shy smile on his face. I can see his cheeks turn pink despite the dim lighting in this room. I always flirt with him to get this reaction out of him. It's just too cute, I love it. "Shut up," he laughs. I chuckle and playfully bump his shoulder, causing him to bump mine back as we laugh.
"He's alright. He's no AmethystSpider," I hear Flash's voice. Peter and I exchange curious looks. He's talking about us. We stay quiet and listen.
"What is it with you and Spider-Man and Amethyst?" I hear MJ question.
"What? They're just awesome, okay? Did you see how Amethyst teleported out of there??" Flash defends himself. Peter and I walk further inside and stop next to the bottom of the staircase, where MJ and Ezra are sitting. "They protect the neighborhood and you know, they're inspiring. They inspire me to be a better man and give me hope that love does exist," he continues. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. If only he knew who are under the masks... Flash notices us and calls out, "sup, dickwad? 80s chick." Our heads snap to him. "Thought you guys drowned," Flash teases, winking.
I flick him off in return, making him scoff and turn back around. I know Flash has nothing against me but man, I thought we were done calling me that. Everyone turns their attention to the tv, where they're covering the recent events. "Sounds like his name's Mysterio," Brad pipes up.
"No, 'L'uomo del misterio' is Italian for 'man of mystery,' they don't actually know who he is," I correct him. Brad gives me a small crooked smile as I speak and I notice Peter eye him from my peripheral vision.
"Mysterio..." Ned repeats.
"Cool name," he and Betty say together. They turn to each other in shock and smile. "Babe!" they say again in a singsong voice. I quietly laugh at this, glancing at Peter and shaking my head.
"By the way, Flash, it's 'Spiderthyst," Brad suddenly claims, making us look over at him. Flash makes a weird face.
"What?" he sassily asks.
"Their ship name is 'Spiderthyst," Brad tells him. Peter and I share a look, nonverbally agreeing that we don't like it.
Flash's nose scrunches in disgust. "Uh, no, it officially is not. It's 'AmethystSpider.' Everyone knows this! It was literally trending on Twitter!"
Brad shakes his head. "But Spiderthyst is better. I've seen so many people say 'Spiderthyst," he argues.
"Why would it be 'Spiderthyst?" Ezra chimes in, staring at Brad judgmentally. Peter and I share another look, trying not to laugh. Soon enough, everyone starts arguing about it, some on Flash's side and others on Brad's. The majority is on Flash's side.
"Oh, gosh, look at what we've done," I whisper to Peter, causing us both to laugh. He keeps his gaze on me, looking like he wants to say something.
"So Paris tomorrow," he mentions. "Go to the Eiffel Tower. Should be great," he awkwardly speaks, shrugging and bending his knees then straightening them. Why does he seem kind of nervous?
"Yup. I've always wanted to go to Paris. Especially after watching Ratatouille," I reply, earning a small chuckle from him.
"Yeah, I read the Eiffel Tower was secretly built as a mind control antenna to create an army of the insane," MJ unexpectedly jumps in. We both turn to her.
I slowly nod. "Huh... well, now I'm more excited," I claim, turning to Peter with a grin. He chuckles, giving me a cute smile.
I turn back to MJ when she speaks up again. "That's why it's my favorite destination on the whole trip." Ezra and I chuckle at this.
"Well, you've convinced me. It's in my top five now," he says, making MJ smile at him. I watch them with a smile. Awww, look how cute they are.
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MJ and I sit on her bed laughing at something she said when there's a knock at the door. I climb off the bed and shuffle to the door, opening it to reveal Peter in a blue t-shirt and pajama pants. The sight of him brightens my mood. "Hey!" I chirp.
"Hey... uh-" he stutters, clenching and unclenching his hands as he gazes at me with a bashful grin. He leans in and gives me a quick kiss, lightly chuckling and blushing when he pulls away. This makes me smile. Even though we've made out before, he's still pretty shy, especially when it comes to making the first move. I'm usually the one to make the first move but never take it too far because I'm aware of his innocence.
"So what's up?" I ask him.
"Oh, nothing. I just-" he pauses and shrugs. "Wanted to see if you want to hang out... you know, talk."
"Mm, uh," I utter, turning around to look at MJ. "Is that okay?" I address her.
She's smiling down at her phone but looks up when I speak. "Yeah, it's cool. Go ahead," she answers before focusing on her phone again.
I smirk at her and question, "you texting Ezra?"
She snatches the pillow behind her back and flings it at me. "I said gooo," she voices.
I laugh as I catch the pillow and throw it back at her. "Okayyy," I reply before exiting the room and shutting the door behind me. I turn to Peter and notice the toothbrush and toothpaste in his hands. "Did you just come out of the bathroom?"
He looks down at his hands. "Oh, yeah, I was on my way but then remembered there's a sink in my room," he informs me.
Out of nowhere, Ned's voice chimes in. "Guys!" he whisper-yells, jogging up to us. "What are you gonna do about the water monster?" he questions, looking between us. Peter and I exchange a glance before facing Ned again.
"Nothing. It's dead," Peter casually responds. We both wear small smiles on our faces. Ned furrows his eyebrows, not satisfied by his answer. Peter starts walking to his room so I follow close behind with Ned a few feet behind us as he continues talking, "and besides, that Mysterio guy is all over it. Look, y/n and I just want to spend some time together."
"Yeah, there are still hundreds of photos we need to take together," I add. Peter gives me a small grin as we step into his room. He approaches the sink and I go to stand next to him, slightly shoving him aside to give me room to look at myself in the mirror.
"That's nice. It reminds me of when Betty and I first fell in love," Ned expresses as he walks through the door. In love? They've only known each other for a day. "I had just finished my fruit cobbler, right, and-" He suddenly stops talking mid-sentence. I hear a boisterous sound so Peter and I turn around, seeing Ned passed out on the cot by the door. Damn, is he okay?
"You're very difficult people to contact, Spider-Man and Amethyst," a new voice says. We turn to see Nick Fury sitting in the dark corner. Oh, fuck, he came for us.
Peter takes his toothbrush out of his mouth and states, "you're Nick Fury."
"And you just shot Ned," I add, glancing at the boy on the cot.
"Just a mild tranquilizer. He'll be alright. So good to finally meet you two," he announces, sounding a bit sarcastic. "I saw you at the funeral but I didn't think that was a good time to exchange numbers. Sorry for your loss, by the way," he explains, acknowledging me at the end. All I do is nod slowly.
"No, that would've been really inappropriate," Peter remarks.
"That's what I just said," Fury deadpans, his face emotionless.
"Right," Peter replies.
"The important thing is, you're here. I tried to bring you here. You two avoided me and now you're here. What a coincidence," Fury slowly speaks. Peter and I share a puzzled look before turning back to the man.
"Wait, was this a coincidence?" we ask in sync, narrowing our eyes at him.
Fury ignores our question, maintaining the hard expression on his face. "I used to know everything. Then I come back five years later and now I know nothing. No intel, no team. And two high school kids are dodging my calls," he conveys frustratedly. We just stand there uncomfortably as we listen. It's very awkward when the person you're ghosting shows up in your room. "Here's what I do know," Fury proceeds, placing a small device on the table in front of him. It powers up, projecting a hologram of the Earth. We step closer and the image turns into a diagram of a city.
"A week ago, a village in Mexico was wiped out by a cyclone. Witnesses say that cyclone had a face," he informs. I watch the footage that pops up as he speaks. Suddenly, Ned snores loudly, interrupting the conversation, thus making the three of us turn to him. Fury decides to ignore him and continues. "Three days later, a similar event in Morocco. A village was-"
There's a knock at the door so he aims his gun at it. Mr. Harrington appears in the open doorway and announces, "just making the rounds. To see if anyone needs any emotional counseling after today's traumatic events." Fury lifts his gun further, preparing to shoot if Harrington enters.
"No, we'll be okay. W-we're fine, thank you," Peter lets him know.
"We're okay, thanks," I say at the same time.
"Great, because I'm- I'm not qualified to actually-" he's cut off by Ned's snore. "Oh, he's passed out. I'm not really qualified to do it anyway so goodnight. Y/n, you should go to your room, goodnight," he whispers before closing the door.
"That was our teacher. Sorry about that," Peter apologizes to Fury.
"You were saying?" I encourage him to continue.
Fury just glares at us. "A village was destroyed by what may well be another world-threatening-"
A fast and quiet knock is heard at the door this time. "Babe, you still awake? You're not answering any of my texts," Betty softly voices. I really want to laugh right now but I think Fury might shoot me if I do.
"Um, he's asleep, Betty!" Peter calls out.
"Oh, already?"
"Mm-hmm, yeah!" Peter confirms.
"Okay."
Fury immediately picks up where he left off. "That's why it's imperative-"
Once again, there's another knock. "Hey, boys! So that canal water today was filled with dangerous bacteria..." Mr. Dell explains.
While he's talking, Fury pipes up, "another person touches that door and you and I are going to attend another funeral," he states, looking between us. "Suit up," he commands as he powers down his device before getting out of the chair.
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Shoutout to @krizql for giving me "Spiderthyst" lol. You inspired me 😂
Just curious, if y/n could go back to Jonathan, would y'all prefer him or Peter?