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      You pulled on your boxing gloves and wrapped them comfortably on your hands. As you walked over to the punching bag in the gym, you pulled your hair into a ponytail.
They're gone.
Shut up.
       You pounded your fists on the punching bag over and over again. Your punches were almost faster than your own heartbeat. It's like it was therapeutic for you. You spun your body with your leg suspended in the air, roundhouse kicking the bag off its chain. It glided against the floor.
         "Wow." Natasha said leaning against the doorway. "You've got a lot of anger today, kid."
          "I guess you could say that." You sighed grabbing the punching bag and setting it back on the chain. "What's up, Nat?"
           Your aunt felt herself smile at how strong you've become with your training to become like her. Not entirely like her though, the woman thought. She'd never put you through what she did.
          She was damn proud of you. A pang of sadness hit her as she thought about your parents.
         "Nat?"
          "Follow me." She announced coming out of her thoughts and walked down the hallway with you into the briefing room. Tony stood with files across the table and presentation projected into the wall.
           "Mini Nat, nice to see you."
            "Mr. Stark." You nodded.
             "Tony, please." He chuckled and motioned you over with his fingers. "I have a mission for you, kid."
            You nodded to tell him to continue, he walked in front of the table and clicked the remote in his hand changing the presentation.
          A picture of a boy with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes crinkled into a smile. He was incredibly cute.
          "That's Peter Parker." He flipped to the next slide with the hero, Spider-Man. "He's Spider-Man. Now, Y/N, I want you to keep an eye on him. Keep him safe. Watch him while he patrols or at school."
          "Why?"
          "A man." It flipped again to a man wearing a baseball hat with a scar along his face. "He worked with Peter at his summer internship at Osborn laboratories. We think he was exposed to chemicals altering his DNA. Making him able to be more aggressive."
           "Like Banner?"
            "We don't know." Nat said from behind me and leaned her hip against the table beside Tony. "All we know is that you're capable of keeping him safe, can you do it?"
            "Yes."
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           You rolled your eyes at the clothes you were wearing. A pink shirt and navy blue maxi skirt.
          You tugged your textbooks to your chest pretending to look for your locker and ignoring the looks from others. You spotted Peter Parker against the lockers talking with a black haired friend and a tall lanky boy. Peter's eyes caught yours and his lips dropped to form a "O". You blushed and scolded yourself for doing so.
        The bell rang and the crowd dispersed, Peter was coming your way now. Here goes nothing.
        You purposely bumped into his chest, textbooks flew down to the ground.
        "I am SO sorry." He bent down to help gather your books up, you chuckled at his nervousness. It was cute.
         "It's okay." You smiled at the teenage boy who returned it with a attractive half grin. "I'm Y/N."
          "Peter. Peter Parker." His eyes twinkled as he took your hand in his. You ignored the flutter in your chest, it's a job.
          "Nice to meet you, Peter Peter Parker. Do you know where Mrs. Coswells is? I have her for first hour."
          "I've got her too." He chuckled at the connivence and walked with the cute new girl to class.
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       You set your heavy textbooks inside your bag and got up from the comfy library chairs.
       "Wanna walk home together?" Peter asked with a soft grin and you nodded feeling yourself melt.
        You couldn't control your feelings for him no matter how hard you tried. You had become closer friends with him and fell for him quickly. His presence helped fill the hole that your parents deaths left behind.
    It had been four months with no attacks. You thought it was safe to tell him everything. Tonight was the night.
      The chilly New York air snipped at your skin as you walked down the streets with Peter.
     Suddenly, you heard a scream. Down the alley where Peter would keep his backpack after changing into Spider-Man. You looked briefly over to Peter who heard it too. Despite everything, your legs took off in high knees and long strides.
       The man with the scar stood with a knife against a girl's neck. She was from midtown, a freshman. A tear dripped down her face and she whimpered.
       "So, Peter," The man stated with a slight lisp. Peter's eyes widened as he recognized the man, he stepped in front of you. "Or should I say?"
       "Spider-Man?" He mouthed to him with a sickly grin.
        "You say you save people but what about me? We were friends-"
         "Anthony, I'm sorry-"
         "Cut the bullshit."
         "I didn't make it in time. I'm sorry. I knew about the thieves and what chemicals they exposed you to. When I got there, you were already in the ambulance."
         "They made me into this."
         You grumbled in disagreement and stepped beside Peter.
          "Listen here, Scarface." You snipped. "This is your choice. Let the girl go, you make that decision yourself."
          "Y/N get out of here." Peter said to you with worry in his voice.
          "She's right." He lifted the knife from her neck and the girl ran out of the alleyway. "Such big words for such a small girl."
         "I've got other big words if you wanna hear them."
         "Funny."
         Peter shot out a web and pulled the knife out of his hands throwing it against the wall. Anthony bellowed with anger and charged towards the two of you. He grabbed Peter and threw him into the wall.
        He turned to face you but you were ready. You kicked him in the stomach throwing him off balance and grabbed his shoulders pulling his head down to your knee. He stumbled back clutching his noise and raised his fists.
         "Isn't it hilarious that I'm kicking your ass? You were right, I am funny." You purred before doing a roundhouse kick, he grabbed your foot and pulled you to the ground. Straddling you, he began punching your face. His breath started to make you go into a trance causing you to feel extreme vertigo, the chemicals.              You blocked a couple before Peter pulled him off with a web. He roared with anger and turned to Peter ready to attack.
    You jumped up and wrapped your arms around his throat applying pressure.
    "Night, night." You whispered as he began to become unconscious. You pulled out your handcuffs and slapped them on his wrists. You pulled out your cell and dialed Tony.
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       "Hey, kid." You heard Natasha say but didn't stop hitting the bag.
      "What?" You heavily breathed and looked over to her. Concern laced her eyes.
       "I'm sorry about Peter." After handling Anthony, Peter lost it. He started screaming and asking why you knew Tony. How you knew how to do all that. Before you could answer, he had already swung away on a web string.
        "Don't be. It's part of the job right? Losing people you love?" You bitterly laughed with tears dripping down your face, you didn't notice you were crying. "I wanted to tell him, Nat. I wanted to tell him why I was there and how it wasn't part of the plan to fall for him. I didn't want to hurt him."
       "I know, kiddo." You realized that Nat was hugging you gently. "I'm gonna order some Shawarma, okay? We can eat and watch some movies, you deserve a break."
        You nodded at the plan and wiped your tears. Nat walked into the hallway seeing Peter who stood with blush on his face. He came to ask in anger what happened but after hearing your confession, his heart softened. He just wanted to you back in his life and hope bloomed in his chest when he heard that you cared for him too.
      "If you want to talk with her, go. I swear Parker, if you make her cry or feel more guilty." He nodded before she could finish her threat.
       He walked into the gym as you continued to hit the bag harder and harder until you kicked it off the chain. This time you split it open and sand spilt out.
        "Can you teach me how to do that?" He joked, you turned around in disbelief at voice. Tears sprung to your eyes hoping he wasn't going to chew you out. He walked over to you.
        "I heard what you said, Y/N." Peter said to you with a crack in his voice from emotions. "Did you really want to tell me?"
       You nodded swallowing the lump in your throat.
        "I'm not mad at you, I mean I was still heated but honestly hearing you say that, I can't be." He cleared his throat with a smile, that smile made your heart flutter again. "Did you mean that you fell for me?"
       "I meant every word." You smiled at him. "I like you a lot."
        "This may be shocking," he teased to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I like you too." 
          "I can't describe how happy I am. Can you kiss me now?" You asked sweetly but impatiently. He laughed and pressed his lips to yours in a instant. You curled your toes from the emotions that rippled through your body.
       "Y/N! There's Shawarma-" Tony screamed with excitement entering the room with shock all over his face in a instant. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! MY EYES!"