Author's note:

This first one is pretty cliche. Just remember that this is my first fanfiction. This book has the same rules as my other ones:

● No profanity or inappropriate comments.

● If you find a grammatical error in any of the things I write, please don't point it out in the comments. I would like to know if I have an error, so please private message me if you find one.

● Please request scenarios that you would like done.

Thank you for reading!

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It was finally here. The best day of the year had come and you were ecstatic. Tonight was exactly two years from the day you met Peter Parker, the love of your life. He had said that he made plans and to meet him at the mall at five o' clock. So there you were, waiting at the food court, excited to see your boyfriend after a long two days without him. It was past five now and you were anxiously watching the doors for him. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Peter stroll through the door, heading straight toward you. You stood up to greet him, a huge grin on your face.

Suddenly, there was an enormous boom and the ground shook underneath your feet. You fell hard on your knees and there was a loud ringing in your ears. When you looked for Peter, he was nowhere to be found.

"Peter! Where are you?" You called out, cupping your hands around your mouth. But he didn't answer you. It was like as if he had vanished into thin air. You stood up, trembling. You had to dodge hundreds of people, who were trying to get out of the mall.

You were about to call for Peter again when you saw a man, holding out a gun, with a black mask covering his face. Your eyes went wide when you realized what he was going to do. He was going to shoot you. He pulled the trigger and you prepared for the impact of the bullet hitting your body. But before it reached you, you were knocked to the ground by a red and blue blur. Spiderman! He swung from the tall ceiling and crashed into the masked man. They exchanged punches and, somehow, the friendly neighborhood hero ended up being thrown into a table and was struggling to get back on his feet. The whole time this was happening, you had been frozen with fear, too stunned to move.

The masked man aimed his gun at you again and pulled the trigger. This time, though, the bullet found its target. You screamed in pain as the bullet burrowed into your abdomen. Your knees buckled and you fell to the floor, causing even more pain to flood your body. Your vision started to fade. You heard a thump and a crash, then you were lifted up off the ground. The last thing you saw was a blur of red and blue. Then you faded out of conciousness.

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You sat up quickly, breathing hard. You looked around you and saw that you were in a hospital room. Peter was sitting in a chair next to you, eyes wide.

"You're awake! Oh my gosh! I was so scared! How do you feel?" He grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently.

"I feel fine. What happened? All I remember is that I was saved by Spiderman. Why am I here?" As you said this, you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen. Your breathing quickened as the memory of the previous night flashed before your eyes. "I was shot, wasn't I?"

Peter frowned and a look of anger that you had never seen before crossed his face. "Yes. But he will pay for what he did to you..."

You tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but you felt your body weaken and you slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep, Peter's hand still wrapped around yours.

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You opened your eyes and blinked the sleepiness from your vision. You looked next to you to see Peter, sound asleep with his head leaning on the back of the chair. You looked down and saw that he was still holding your hand. In his other hand he held a small piece of red cloth. You reached over and gently pulled it out of his hand, so as not to wake him up. You unfolded it and gasped. In your lap lay the iconic red, black, and white mask of the friendly neighborhood Spiderman!

'Peter is Spiderman? My boyfriend is a superhero?' You looked over at the boy, who was still sleeping peacefully. How could this man be a superhero? He wouldn't even hurt a fly, let alone a human being!

Peter shifted in the small chair and sat up. He saw the mask in your lap and his eyes went wide. "Where did you get that?" Oh, so he was playing innocent! Anger welled up inside of you and your hands started to tremble.

"From your hand! How could you not tell me that you're Spiderman?! We've been dating for two years and you didn't even think that maybe I would like to know that you're a superhero?! A SUPERHERO!" He let you rant and yell at him, but there was a sad expression on his face. Once you were finished, he took a deep breath.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to treat me different than you do now. I thought about telling you a million different times, but... I just didn't know how. I am so sorry." His brown eyes were starting to fill with tears.

You sighed. You could never stay angry at him. Especially when he had been trying to help your relationship the whole time. "I understand. You did it for us, even if you did it the wrong way. I forgive you." A tear dripped onto his cheek and you wiped it away. You leaned forward and kissed him on his forehead. "I love you, Peter."