It all happened so fast. One minute, you're walking back to your apartment from a trip to a used bookstore, and the next, a man is trying to grab your purse from your arm.
You stop suddenly, all thoughts and actions in your brain are empty. You try your hardest to come up with options. What to do. Pepper spray? in the bag that's currently getting burglarized. You consider just letting him take your purse fuck it. But you'd just improved your credit score and no way youre letting an asshole tank it. You try to take the bag back, pulling on the black leather strap.
"Hey what the fuck!" you shout trying to get anyone else's attention to help you. Your grip on the strap lossens, tears pooling up in your eyes at the thought of losing everything. Your ID, money, new book you just bought, Sunrise on the Reaping it was finally in stock. You tug as hard as you can. Not ready to give up yet.
A flash of red and blue flies by, kicking the assailant in the chest, falling back against the wall of a random coffee shop. You also go flying backwards, landing on the concrete, but your purse is in your hands. You sit up slowly, seeing Spider-Man webbing your attacker to the glass window, saying a comment, you're too in shock to really process what it was. You've seen him online saving old ladies and in the news saving kids from broken bridges. You expected to be saved from him at least once in your years of living in NYC, but you expected it to be under a bit more exciting circumstances if you were honest.
You don't even realize the attacker's partner behind you until you feel yourself getting swept up in his spandex arms. In one swift move, Spider-Man webs the second attacker to the wall while grabbing you by the waist, saving you from the men who tried to rob you. You finally process what's happening when you see the street under you and a flock of birds fly by. You screech, screaming more than when you were being attacked, realizing you're being swung through NYC by Spider-Man's webs.
"Holy shit! Oh my god." You cling to him. His physique feels strangely familiar in a way you can't explain. Your head dips down against his shoulders, covering your eyes from seeing how high you are.
“You’re okay! You’re okay! I promise!” Spider-Man reassures, continuing to swing until, as he sets you down a few blocks away, you land on the concrete of an alley, three brick walls around you. You hear him talking, asking if you're hurt, but you can't stop thinking about how he sounded familiar, like really familiar.
"I'm fine, really. Um, thank you for helping me."You thank him, looking at him through the mask. He steps back, looking at you, a wide, big white oval staring at you. You stare back, positive you know the voice.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Again, his voice sounded very familiar. You nodded, unable to look away from the white ovals.
“I know you,” you say quietly, realizing whose voice was behind the mask.
“What! I mean.” He deepens his voice poorly. “No, ma’am, I'm sure you don't.” You smile, laughing because you definitely know who it was now. You knew your boyfriend’s voice from anywhere. You’ve been dating for three years, took the same classes in college a few times, and stayed on the phone with him for hours. You knew his voice.
“Peter?” You see the whites of his mask widen before squinting as he shakes his head.
“W-w-what? I'm….I'm not this….Peter,” he says again, deepening his voice badly. You can't help but laugh. You nod, looking through the mask. You pause, looking at him, before you step closer, looking at him through the mask.
“Sorry….Spider-man. Thank you so much for saving me.” You stare into the white on his mask for a few more seconds before turning around, leaving the alley.
“It's…what I do, miss. Stay safe,” his voice still in a fake deep tone.
You shake your head, laughing as you go back to your place. Still thinking about his voice in the back of your head.
Sitting on the couch with your laptop in front of you, studying for your exams while having an emotional support bag of cookies next to you. You think back to your run-in with "Spider-Man." Every time you think about it, you can't help but laugh at everything. You look at your notes, but the jingle of your boyfriend's keys distracts you from your focus.
The knob turns but instead of opeing the door, Peter is met withe the chain lock that has been broken in the apartment since you two signed the lease.
You go to the door, greeting him through the small opening with a smile.
"Oh hey babe." You say nonchalantly, looking at him as he tries to open the door,
“Hey! Hey? Baby, what's this?” He tries to open it more, sticking his head through a bit, making you laugh. His hand comes through the opening, trying to unlock it, but you swat it away. Baby, when do you get the chain lock fixed?"
“I'm sorry. Do I know you?” You look confused as Peter looks at you through the opening as he still tries to open it.
“Babe? Come on, let me in.” You shake your head, crossing your arms.
“I don’t think I know you, sorry. You must've gotten confused with another famous vigilante….red and blue suit….webs.” You taunt, and finally, Peter realizes. His face gets a shade redder. He looks at you and then sighs.
"Really, that made you go get the chain lock fixed? fixed chain lock?" He pokes the chain with a finger in disbelief.
"With all these bad guys in spandex…I mean, I can't be too safe. Plus, you can carry a bus but can't break open a door, " you taunt again, smiling.
Peter rolls his eyes, knowing he can't break open the apartment door where anyone can see, let alone being able to pay to get it fixed. He steps back, away from the door.
“Babeeyy, please open the door, please open it, and we’ll talk.” You watch as he begs again. You take one last look at him before closing the door to remove the chain, then opening it again, letting Peter inside.
He sets his backpack on the floor, then turns to give you a smile, the one he gives that smile, he gives when he’s guilty.
“So, baby? How was your day?” He comes close to you, trying to butter you up with those pretty brown eyes, but you don't fall for it this time.
"Cut the shit peter. You think after 3 years of dating, I wouldn’t recognize your voice?” He nods, grabbing your waist gently, trying to make you less mad.
“I know! I know, baby. I'm sorry I should've told you. But I didn't want to put you in danger or make you an accomplice to my vigilante activities. I just thought it was easier and would keep you safe."
You nod, folding your arms, glaring a bit at him. "Hell yeah, you should've told me, Peter! But you tried to lie! Like I couldn't tell!"
"Baby... I know... I... I couldn't just tell you on the street there." "Yeah, babe, it's your boyfriend Pete, I'm Spiderman." Anyone could've heard and know I'm Spider-Man." He explains, looking into your eyes, hoping you're appeased by it.
You look at him, contemplating. Damn him and those brown eyes giving you the puppy-dog stare right now. "Fine. Guess I'm not mad anymore. Just don't lie again, okay."
He nods, smiling at his success. He kisses your cheek, his hands still around your waist.
"Where is it?"
Peter looks at you a bit lost, "Where's what?"
"Your suit, Pete… the suit." He steps away, grabbing it out of his backpack, still confused.
"Here? Why? It's not really anything special, just fabric from the craft store…" You nod, looking at the suit, not really concerned about the texture or the fabric.
"Could…you maybe like put it on?" Peter stares at you again before it clicks, and he smiles.
"Does the suit turn you, baby? Wanna have some fun with Spidey?" He teases, partially serious, partially making fun of you, picking up on the way your heart started to beat faster as he spoke, so of course, he continues. "What is it the webs huh want me to web you up? Or maybe the fact that I could just easily pick you up like you're a feather?"
"Shut up, Parker." You laugh playfully, shoving him away, but his arms stay around your waist, pulling you close. He kisses your neck as you laugh.
"Maybe its something like that or maybe your ass just looks good in that tight spandex." You reply, playfully grabbing it, emphasizing your point, he holds your jaw, pulling you into a soft, passionate kiss, but he pulls away to look at you.
"But the suit is kinda gross and sweaty, can we fulfill your weird sexual Spider-Man fantasy later?" He laughs poking fun at you.
"I thought this was a safe space to share our sexual fantasy. Mr. asked me to peg him." Peter's face heats up, turning a bit red, as you recount the most recent sexual encounter the two of your did. He stares at you, eyes bi,g before letting out a laugh.
You both walk to the couch, taking a seat, and he kisses you again before stopping. "I was just joking, babe. I will not judge you and your perverted fantasies, all I ask is that you let me wash the suit first."