"MORNING, PARKER" (Y/N) smiled as Peter opened his locker right next to her.

"Morning, (Y/L/N)" he returned the smile.

"How's life?"

"Alright, I guess," he shut his locker and turned to her, "last night was amazing, thanks for not freaking out on me"

"Its okay, Pete. I'm just glad you told me. I'll help with whatever" she replied in a hushed tone.

"Thanks, (Y/N). I knew I'd kept you round for something" as she was about to reply, the bell cut her off. The two smiled, waved and walk off in separate directions.

The walk to English seemed to take forever. She was dreading the next hour in lesson; her only true friend in the school was Peter and she longed to be by his side every minute of the day. As soon as she walked into the classroom, she beelined straight to her seat, well, tried to anyway.

"Hello, (Y/N)" Howard smirked as he blocked her pathway.

(Y/N) sighed and replied, "Yes, Howard?"

"'Yes, Howard?' Ha! You hearing this, boys?" he turned around to his gang, laughed and looked back at (Y/N).

"What do you want?"

"You done my homework?" he placed out his grubby, oversized hand.

"Yes" she handed it over.

"You with Peter yet?" he smirked.

"No" she frowned.

"Your bruises gone yet?" he pressured her.

"No" she turned her head away.

"Guess that wild night was really wild" he, again, turned around to his gang, laughed and turned back to (Y/N).

"You want to go for round two?" he raised his fist above his head, his goons following it as it rose.

"No" she cowered away.

"You're such a chicken! You should've seen your face!" he terrored her and repeated her actions. Before she could say another word, her English professor walked in and stared down Howard. Now that was his time to cower away while him and his friends sat at their allocated seats. (Y/N) quickly walked to her seat at the very back, away from Howard: away from her problems.

***

The gruelling hour didn't seem to end. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when the second the bell went. Her feet carried her out the classroom before Howard could get another heckle in. She darted to her locker where she knew Peter would walk pass. The only thing was was that he never showed. (Y/N) wasn't sure if he'd been lost in the crowd and neither of them had seen each other, or he simply hadn't walked past her locker. Or he didn't go anyway at all.

As the crowd settled down, she grabbed her phone out her bag. No text or call from Peter if he had left. (Y/N) opened up the phone app and tapped on Peter's contact, held her phone up to her ear and listened to the drowning ring. When Peter's voicemail left her phone, she dropped it from her head and held it loosely in her hands. This was unusual for Peter. The bell hadn't gone for 2nd period so he should've answered it, even if he was busy, he always answered (Y/N)'s calls.

Her head turned from left to right as she scoured the hall checking for any sign of a teacher. When none appeared, she took her chance and darted out the school building; no one followed, no one even saw she left. The only time someone would realise, it would be too late.

As soon as she was at least half a mile from school and getting closer to home, she screamed out Peter's name. She would scream it until her voice went hoarse, so long as she found her best friend. Places to look raced around in her head - she couldn't go home, her grandmother and Aunt May would wonder why she was home; she couldn't go back to school, Peter wouldn't be there and she'd have to deal with Howard and his goons; she couldn't think of anywhere else to go.

Her journey to find Peter continued and while walking past an old TV store, the recent news story caught her eye. Once she stopped to look at it, half a dozen more copied her. Her eyes widen in shock as she saw her best friend swinging from building to building to catch a wanted duo who stole children. (Y/N)'s mind took a while to process the information, but when she finally realised he was in trouble, all she could muster was a simple, "Peter".

Her feet carried her away from the crowd that had gathered to watch the news. She ran and ran until she met a swarm of people behind a barrier. (Y/N) managed to push her way through to the front where she saw Peter - Spider-man - finally on the ground with the duo in his web. He was being interviewed by police while reporters were screaming his name. As he started walking away from the police and towards an interviewer, he noticed (Y/N) standing in the crowd, wide-eyed and mouth slightly open. Her breath was short as Spider-man - Peter - walked over to her.

"Hey, Spider-man! Time for an interview?" an eager reporter called out.

"Sorry, gotta swing!" he simply replied, picking (Y/N) up and dashing off.

The pair swung through the streets of Queens. (Y/N)'s eyes were closed tightly as Peter had the time of his life; his favourite person in his arms, being the person he loves being the most. When they finally came to a stop in an alleyway behind a tall, towering business building, Peter carefully let (Y/N) down from his grip as she quickly crouched and hugged the ground. By this time, his mask had disappeared from his face. All Peter could do was laugh at the person he loved as she recovered from the swing of her life. All (Y/N) could do was stare up at the person she loved as he chuckled at her.

That was one secret Peter had now, and two for (Y/N).

"Come one, (Y/N), get up. You'll be fine"

"When does the ground stop spinning?" she questioned as her vision went blurry the more she stood up.

Peter replied and laughed, "Soon, (Y/N), don't worry" and helped her up.

"Right, okay" she breathed as her body straightened up.

"You alright?"

"Yeh, yeh," she sighed, "what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"What?!"

"Running off like that? Scaring me? No text! No call! Nothing! I was scared shitless!" she slapped his chest with each sentence.

"Why are you being like this? You seemed fine last night with this!"

"That's because I didn't realise how dangerous your 'job' was! You could've been killed! They had a gun, Peter!"

"And I'm fine! Look, no bruises, no gunshot wound, nothing. I'm fine"

"But you could've been hurt. And I wouldn't have been able to live with myself" (Y/N) deeply inhaled and exhaled while walking away from Peter slightly and turned away from him.

"You mean that?"

"Yeh, Yes. I do. I love you, Pete. I couldn't live if you died" she confessed.

"I love you too, (Y/N)" Peter walked over to her, his hands snaked around her waist and he rested his head on her left shoulder. She fell into his embrace and accepted his warmth. He was right: he wasn't hurt and wouldn't be hurt.

"You do?" she whispered. Her body turned around in his arms so they were facing each other. Her arms rested lightly on his biceps.

"I do" he whispered back.

"And all this time I thought I hated Spider-Man" she chuckled.

One less secret for her to reveal.