-Your POV-

"Y/N? Y/N!"

I gasped, sitting up in the bed. I was panting, and my hair was matted to my face.

Shit. Nightmare.

"S-sorry," I mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for," said Peter, pulling me into a hug.

I felt my breathing even out, but my heart wouldn't stop pounding.

I felt free, in a way. I could spend more time around Peter, and he'll, maybe even tell him how I feel.

I told myself that before I make a move, he needs to first, or I need to know he feels the same way.

I really don't want to ruin our friendship that we've developed over the past month.

I felt myself drifting to sleep again, in his arms.

~~~

"You ready?" Peter asked, grabbing my hand as we walked into the school.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good," I smiled. He had lent me another one of his cute science shirts again.

To be honest, it smelt really good.

I love the way Peter smells. That sounds weird, but I really don't give a fuck. It's nice.

Once again, people stared as we walked in. I saw Flash standing by some of the lockers, and I shivered, grabbing Peter's hand tighter.

We walked over to our lockers, which luckily, were right near each other's. Thank god it's Thursday. The week is almost over.

"Hey, babe," I heard someone say.

I turned around, and a chill went down my spine.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. Don't yo-"

"Peter," I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell, do you want Flash?"

"What do you mean? To spend time with my girlfriend," he smirked.

"Get away from her," Peter growled.

"Make me," Flash stepped closer. He grabbed my wrist.

Peter tried to free me from his grasp, but before he could, Flash hit him. Hard.

Peter doubled over, groaning in pain.

"What the fuck, Flash?! I told you I'm done with you," I yelled.

He didn't listen. He just punched Peter over, and over, and over again.

Without thinking, I pulled a move Natasha taught me on Flash, tackling him to the ground.

"Don't come near me, or Peter again. Got it?" I said, sitting on top of him. "Or next time, I won't hesitate to break a few bones."

"Ms Romanoff, to the office! Now!" Some random teacher shouted.

I stood up, and grabbed my bag.

I knew everyone was now staring, pointing, and whispering.

Damnittttttt.

Oh well, he deserved it. And boy, did it feel good.

~~~

I was pacing around my room, when I finally decided.

I went into the kitchen, and grabbed an ice pack.

I walked back over the hallway with mine and Peter's room, and stood in front of his door.

I held my fist up, ready to knock, but I hestitated.

For some reason, I'm getting a sense of déjà vu.

I slammed my hand against the wood.

"Peter? It's me."

"Come in," I heard a faint yell.

I took a deep breath, and opened the door.

-Tony's POV-

"Mr Stark, Y/N is entering Peter's bedroom."

"Thanks, Friday. Assemble everyone please."

I've told Friday to give me alerts when they were together, so the team and I wouldn't miss their big moment. Maybe it's finally happening?

A few minutes later, we were all in the living room, watching on a holographic screen.

"Come on, Parker. Make a move already," Wanda sighed.

"Yeah, this boy needs help," Sam agreed.

"We should give Mr Parker some time. Be patient," Reasoned Vision.

They were just there, talking.

Boringggggg.

-Your POV-

"How are you fe-" I gasped. His face was still bloody, and he was bruised all over his body. Well, I don't know about all of his body, but his chest was. He had come back here right after, and i guess he hadn't cleaned up yet.

I could tell. He didn't have a shirt on.

"Jesus Christ, Peter," I sighed, walking over to him. "Do you want help?"

"No, no I'm fine," he winced.

"Um, no, no you're not. I'll be right back. Here," I said, handing him the ice pack.

I went into his bathroom, to get the first aid kit.

"Alright, this is going to sting," I warned him.

"Ok."

I pressed the liquid soaked pad to his skin, and he winced at the contact.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

I spent around half an hour cleaning his cuts.

"It's fine. You really don't have to do this," he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the headboard.

"Hey," I whispered, placing my hand in his cheek. "I may not have to, but I want to."

He opened his eyes and looked down at me.

His gaze started to my eyes, down to lips, and back up again.

Peter started to lean down, closing the gap betwee-

"Security breach," Friday announced. "Four intruders, five, six,"

"Stay here, you don't need to get more hurt than you are, I'll be right back," I called to Peter as I ran to my room, threw on my suit quickly, and used my super speed to run down the stairs to the lobby.

When I arrived, the whole team, (except the Hulk and Thor) were there fighting.

There were men and women with guns, with black masks on.

I ran over to one guy, and started working on him.

After a few moves and punches, I knocked him out.

I heard a gunshot, and pain shot through my leg.

I fell to the ground, panting, trying to ignore the horrible feeling.

I took some deep breaths, got back up, and punched the man who had shot me.

He fell unconscious, as I felt a cold metal barrel touch my temple.

"You're coming with me," she muttered.

"The hell she is," my dad said, landing in front of me.

"I got this, go," I said. I used my telekinesis to pull the gun thingy away from my head, and to throw the woman against the wall.

"Alright, you've got this," my dad agreed, as he flew out of the building to check the perimeter.

I heard a thwip, as someone landed beside me.

Soon the male I was once just fighting, was webbed to the floor.

"Dude. Really? I was handling that," I sighed, shaking my head.

"Shit, lookout!" He yelled, pushing me out of the way.

He whipped out a knife, and Peter fell to his knees.

"Is that a knife?" He asked, pulling at the top of his head. "Is that a real knife?"

"Yes, it's a real knife," the man responded.

"My weakness, it's small knives," he cried.

"Just let me go."

"Anything but knives!" Peter yelled, shooting a web at his hand with the knife, sticking it against the wall. "Oh it's so simple," he said, standing up, chuckling.

"Come on, let me go!"

Peter then shot yet another web at his other hand.

"Oh, one second, one second," he raised his head up, and pretended to sneeze, shooting more webs at him.

Now he was just laughing, webbing him up.

"What the hell?! get this stuff off! This isn't funny!"

"It is kinda funny," I laughed.

"You motherfu-"

"Shhh," Peter hushed him, webbing his mouth. "Well this has been fun. Don't you think?"

"Definitely, spidey," I smiled.

"It, it's spiderman," he mumbled, walking away.

I quickly called my dad, and him and the police took care of the intruders.

This happens more often than you would think.

(A/N): I really like the car their scene from the amazing spiderman, so I wanted to recreate it lol.

And sorry, I've been sick and I didn't feel like writing so I took a little break.

But this one's long, so that's good!

And I have a lot of free time this weekend, so I'll probably upload a bunch.

Also, I felt like I should give credit to princess_awesome11 (the @ didn't work), for choosing a superhero name. I was going to pick it, (Silver Storm), but then I figured Quicksilver fit 'you' better.

So thanks for suggesting Silver storm.

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