📍NEWARK, NEW JERSEY
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THE FLIGHT BACK home was too relaxing for (Y/N)'s liking, getting time to rest her eyes after all the wild events back in Europe. Peter had taken the seat next to her on the flight and they sat together for the long hours, comfortably sleeping against the other, Peter's head resting on (Y/N)'s shoulder. MJ was the one to find them in the position and took a photo with (Y/N)'s camera, wanting to tease them about it later.
(Y/N) softly swayed her interlocked hand with Peter's as he copied her motions, fighting the urge to smile down at the hands while they walked through the airport of New Jersey. Families of the entire class were impatiently waiting on the sides, waving at their children with signs of welcoming them back.
"Are you sure no one else saw you?" Peter questioned as they walked behind the group, finally knowing what happened to (Y/N) when she disappeared.
"Yeah, it's not like anyone ever pays attention to me," (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders.
"I do," Peter pointed out.
"Awe, thanks, bug boy," (Y/N) pressed her other hand close to her heart to add effect to her words. Peter playfully rolled his eyes at her teasing but he was already used to the name after all these years.
"You guys are so cute," Betty spoke up while she walked up to the couple with Ned by her side, both smiling at the two.
"Thanks," Peter smiled. "Uh. . .we were thinking we should all go on a double date or something."
Ned and Betty exchanged a look and winced. "Oh, we broke up."
"No. Really?" (Y/N) seemed truly surprised, since she thought that they were perfect for each other after she saw them throughout the trip. "Why?"
"Men and women grow apart, but the journey they shared together will always be a part of them," Ned explained and his eyes looked back at Betty.
She placed a hand in his cheek. "You are so wise."
"Thank you," Ned grinned and Betty walked away without another word, missing (Y/N)'s confused frown and Peter's raised eyebrows.
Ned shrugged and continued his walk to meet up with his family, leaving the couple alone. (Y/N) was still uncertain to go back and stay in with May and Peter through the next days, but Peter continued to reassure that it was no problem and that he enjoyed her company.
The couple walked through the doors of the airport and saw the mop brown, long hair that belonged to May, who seemed to be reasoning with a police officer by her car. When Peter called out for her name, a grin formed on face and she left the officer's side to greet the two.
May extended her arms to embrace her kids in a warm and greeting hug. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"No, for real, I'm good. I'm actually really fine," Peter told her to calm her nerves down.
"Wait a minute. . ." May's eyes trailed down to their interlocked hands and the cheeky grin that was fighting to come out of Peter's face and she connected the dots together, letting out a surprised gasp at the revelation in front of her. "Finally!"
"What?" they both asked at the same time, confused by her exclaim.
"I knew it was only a matter of time," May chucked and crossed her arms, a thought running to her head and decided to keep it to herself. 'If only Kiara was here to see it herself.'
May patted (Y/N)'s arm and the grin never left her face. "Tell me everything!" She whirled on her heel to make her way back to the car but tried to reach towards their suitcases. "Let's go. Where are your bags? Oh, right. They got blown up."
(Y/N) and Peter followed after her and she stepped in between the two to wrap and arm around each of their shoulders before unlocking the car doors.
"Now, tell me," May turned to (Y/N), a curious glint in her eyes. "Was he awkward with the confession? Or did he manage to keep himself together?"
"May!" Peter groaned and buried his face in his hands as (Y/N) laughed at the interaction.
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DURING THE AFTERNOON, (Y/N) and Peter met up in the roof of their apartment building, having a date planned for the evening. Peter was already in his full suit, and (Y/N) only flicked her wrist and her newest suit formed into her body, a hood covering her head to not be recognizable.
"You're late," she said, crossing her arms to grow an accusing posture.
"Sorry. Got caught up with confronting May and Happy," Peter excused and placed his mask on.
(Y/N) laughed softly. "Can understand how that feels," she scanned her surroundings and a thought came to her head. "Last one to the place is a rotten egg!"
"Oh, you're on!"
The two jumped off the edge and pulled themselves up in the air with their own abilities, Peter shot web after web through every building that came across while (Y/N) thrusted her hands down with two identical energy spheres in hand.
(Y/N) flew through the city and took in the afternoon air that blew back her hair, which wasn't able to reach down her face anymore because of the crown she wore.
When (Y/N) and Peter finally reached the place they were planning on spending the afternoon in, they both got closer to the ground to see who was going to win the race. Fortunately, (Y/N) hit the ground first and a victory smile plastered on her face as Peter caught his breath from all the swinging, using one last web to join her side.
"I win, what's my price?" she questioned.
"To spend an entire day with yours truly?" Peter suggested though it seemed more like a question as he gestured to himself.
"Bummer. I wanted a real price," (Y/N) joked and laughed when Peter's masked eyes widened and dropped his arms in offense. "I'm kidding! That would be nice, thank you."
The enormous big screen on the side of one of the skyscrapers lit up and cut their conversation short when an announcer spoke through the screen. "This is breaking news."
"We come to you with revelations about last week's attack in London," a male reporter began. "An anonymous source provided this video. It shows Quentin Beck, aka Mysterio, moments before his death. A warning, you may find this video disturbing."
Quentin Beck's image took on the full screen and it showed him in his golden suit with cuts and blood all over his face. "I managed to send the Elemental through the rift, but I don't think aim gonna make it out of this bridge alive. Spider-Man attacked me for some reason. He has an army of weaponized drones, Stark technology. He's saying he's the only one who's gonna be the next Iron Man, no one else."
EDITH's robotic voice came in and the screen now showed footage of Spider-Man's lower half in the video with Quentin on the side. "Are you sure you want to commence the drone attack? There will be significant casualties."
"Do it. Execute them all," Peter's voice responded in the video and all (Y/N) could do was frown at this, knowing this was one of Quentin's tricks.
"This shocking video was released earlier today and this wasn't the only shocking thing we discovered in the London attack," the reporter continued. "Some witnesses say they saw who we know as the Blue Dame fighting against an innocent civilian in the open. . ."
The screen changed and it showed footage about (Y/N)'s back firing blast after blast at Circe, who only received the blasts in the chest without fighting back.
"And when they tried to question the person about this, she had no memory of the event. All this was released on the controversial news website 'The Daily Bugle. net.'"
J. Jonah Jameson came into the screen and (Y/N)'s nerves seemed to be increasing with every minute. "There you have it, folks, conclusive proof that Spider-Man and Blue Dame were responsible for the murder of Mysterio, an inter dimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our planet and who will no doubt go down in history as the greatest superhero of all time."
(Y/N) and Peter locked worried eyes and hoped that Jameson would stop right there, but that would've been too good to be true. "But that's not all, folks. Here's the real blockbuster. Brace yourselves you might wanna see this."
A blurry video of the fight (Y/N) had with Circe showed on the screen and the camera focused completely on the clear image of (Y/N) when she took on the air with her powers and accidentally got onto the frame of a phone.
(Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat and a much better picture of herself came up on the screen, making her cover her mouth in shock.
"That's right, folks. Blue Dame's real name is (Y/N) Schmidt."
Quentin was back again and the camera seemed to be shaking as he looked on the sides. "Spider-Man's real. . .Spider-Man's real name is. . ."
"Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker."
"What the fu — "