You were sitting on the bus on the way to a field trip.
"Uugggghhhh." You groaned. "This field trip had better be worth it."
"Chill out (name)." Ned spoke from in front of you. "Maybe it will be cool."
"I hope we get to see the Captain America exhibit!" Betty squealed. You rolled your eyes.
"Its a history museum." you said. "History is boring unless mythology or Shakespeare is involved."
"Shakespeare?" Peter questioned, looking confused.
"Uhh, hello? 'Exit, pursued by a bear?
MJ spoke up from in front of you. "Exit ghost is pretty good too."
You gestured at MJ. "Facts."
"You two are such nerds." Flash spoke from behind you.
"Excuse me? Who is it that has a total crush on Spiderman?"
Flash stuttered and MJ smirked, obliging you with a fist bump.
"Roasted!" Ned crowed, as the bus halted in front of the museum.
-Timeskip coz yo author is lazy as heck-
There was much giggling among the students when you and Peter were paired together. At least until MJ glared threateningly at all of them. She was worse than aunt Natasha.
The pairing resulted in the two of you deciding to mess around a bit.
"Hey (name)," Peter nudged you in the side, "I'll bet you can't make that guard over there desert his post."
"Bet." You walked over to the slightly pudgy guard, employing the innocent face you had seen your uncle Tony use so many times.
"Hi!" You said brightly, fiddling with your jacket.
The guard glared at you suspiciously.
"Hello."
"So, I was wondering, like, is the girls room supposed to be on fire?"
He squinted at you. "Is it?"
"Oh yeah." You said, "It's, like, really weird."
The guards face turned bright red and he dashed to the girls bathroom. As soon as he was out of sight, you and Peter doubled over with laughter.
Then you heard a gunshot.
Peter looked at you, terror written on his face.
"Time for a spider I think!" You whispered.
"(name), I didn't bring my suit!"
"Well, then. We're fucked."
The two of you raced towards the sound of the gunshots, to find a crazed looking man holding a gun. Never a good sign.
"Give me spider-Man!!" He screamed, red in the face, then, out of nowhere, what looked like a metal tentacle shot out of his wrist and wrapped itself around you.
"(name)!!" Peter cried as you were yanked towards the crazy gun man.
"Give. Me. The Spider-man!" He screamed again, only this time, it was in your face.
"To quote Hamlet, act III, scene III, line 92, 'no'."
Despite the gravity of the situation, you heard someone in the terrified throng snicker. You searched and found MJ, who apparently couldn't take anything seriously.
He threw you to the side, and you landed against the wall with a sickening crack. The gun man advanced towards the crowd. If I don't get Spider-Man, Then I am going to shoot!"
Peters face turned white. He dashed forward. "I'm Spider-Man!"
You felt the blood drain from your face. Then you heard a shout.
"You wish. I'm Spider-Man!" Your head whipped around, and you saw MJ standing defiantly, while also saving your boyfriends butt. Flash, true to his name, caught on fast.
"What are you talking about!? You're a girl! I'm Spider-Man!"
"No, you're all wrong!" Ned yelled, "I'm Spider-Man!"
"Yeah right, and I'm the wicked witch of the west."
The crowd grew louder and louder, each distinctive voice crying out an "I am Spider-Man!"
The villian looked around, pissed. He opened his mouth but before he could speak, a flash of red and gold came flying in, breaking a window.
Iron man landed and immediately aimed a repulsor at the crazed man, while Peter made a dash for you.
"Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh (name) are you okay?" You winced as he wrapped his arms around you shoulders shaking.
"Pete, I'm fine I just-" You stopped. "Peter, are you crying? Oh my gosh." You wrapped your arms around him and he buried his face in your shoulder, dry sobs shaking his body.
"Pete, its okay, I'm okay."
"I'm not." came Peters muffled voice. He lifted his head and you saw tears glistening in his eyes. "I thought I was gonna lose you."
"Peter..." You kissed his head softly. "I will never leave you."
Your tender moment was interrupted by one Tony Stark, who had handed off the perpatrator to the police.
"So, who's up for shwarma?"
-Later-
"I cannot believe we got shwarma with Iron Man!" Ned crowed excitedly.
"I can." You spoke, squeezing Peters hand and laughing. "Its just the kind of thing he does."
"We should do it again, but just the four of us!" Ned spoke again, in between bites.
And thus, a tradition was formed.