*Peter's POV*

It's been almost a week since (y/n) was involved in the incident. She was scarred and I'm mad at myself for just leaving her in the park. She talks to people, but she's watching her back every 2 minutes. I feel so bad...

I walked into the big Avengers building with Happy following behind me. Inside, Mr. Stark was already waiting for me at the counter. He was leaning on the polished wood with his leg crossed over the other, his toe on the floor. He was also wearing his iconic sunglasses.

"Peter!" He began walking to me. I stopped in my tracks as Mr. Stark put an arm over my shoulder. "I saw you handling that white thing on the news. And you saved that girl." Mr. Stark informed. I nodded pursing my lip.

"Good job on saving the lady. But you can't fight off that weird... villain." Mr. Stark gestured his hand in the air. He led me into his office.

"But, Mr. Stark–" "Just don't worry about it! They have people for 'those' kind of people, alright?" Mr. Stark took a seat in his big chair while I took the one facing his desk.

"But that girl, I had to save her." I pleaded trying not to seem suspicious. Mr. Stark's eyebrow quirked. He leaned forward folding his hands. "She sounds important."

I didn't respond, not knowing if I should tell him my situation. I only stared at the carpeted floor. "Is there something you want to tell me, Peter?" Mr. Stark began again. I flicked my eyes to his and saw that he already took off his Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses. I finally shook my head. "N-no, sir."

"Alright." Mr. Stark sat back in his chair. "But I'm serious, I don't want you getting hurt because of some white covered criminal that just decided to fly by New York." I watched as he placed a hand on his desk, taking a pen and twirling it. I nodded in agreement.

"Now, for real business..." Mr. Stark pressed a button on his phone desk. "Natasha we're ready for you." I sat back wondering why I was actually called here.

"We, or I, want you to have some body on body combat. It's necessary if you want to prove yourself if you wanna be a part of the team." Mr. Stark shrugged. In the next second, the door opened and I turned around to find Natasha walk in with her black suit.

"Hey, Pete." Natasha nodded her head to me with a serious face. I grinned back with a wave. "Hey, Nat."

"Uhm, Mr. Stark, sir, I have a background of general fighting." I mentioned turning back to the desk. "Yeah, and I would like for you to improve your skills. That's what Natasha is here for." Mr. Stark pointed his hand to the redhead standing behind me. I only looked back with some concern. "Don't worry, she'll only take you for 3 hours." Mr. Stark shrugged as he shooed both of us away.

I got up and followed Natasha. We ended up in a training room covered in padding. There was also a wall covered with weapons.

Natasha and I walked to the middle. I was still amazed at how big the room was. But then I feel a kick to my thigh. I fell over.

"First thing to always remember: always pay attention."

*Your POV*

I sat in my living room watching tv in the most laziest appearance I could get into. Extra large sweats and a baggy t-shirt, uncombed hair, no makeup, a tub of ice cream on the coffee table along with Oreos and Pringles.

I was still shaken up about what happened. Just being taken up to that building in a cold sweat and almost getting hit with a fireball was too much. There was also meeting Spider Man and letting him take me home as we swung between from building to building... it's just... that gives me goosebumps. And so many other things happened that day that I'm just trying to get over.

I'm okay, I'll be fine. I just can't trust myself being out as late as I was that night anymore. Peter told me already he regrets leaving me for that internship, but I'm not mad at him. I'm mad at how I decided to stay at that park longer than I should've.

As for the people that care about me, my parents stopped freaking out about my mental health two days ago since I insisted that I don't need help, Michelle offered to take me out just to hang out (which is really strange because this act isn't like her), Ned kept checking up on me twice a day to make sure I'm sane, my old friends from my old school would not stop texting me, and the people at Midtown either talk to me about what happened (and what happened when I met Spider Man) or if it was really me on tv.

Sighing on the couch, I then jump to my phone ringing. I put my hand to my heart feeling it beat fast. As my phone was still ringing, I check the contact name: Ned 🤓

I picked it up. "Hello?" "(Y/n)? What's up?" I hear Ned's voice come through with an eager tone. "Nothing, I'm just watching tv, why?" I sit back on the couch.

"Oh okay, so, I'm a messenger." Ned said. I rose an eyebrow. "Okay?" I encouraged him to tell me what he needed to. "So, Peter wanted me to tell you that there's a fair in Central Park and he wants to take you on Friday."

I listened to the news with furrowed brows. "Why couldn't he tell me directly?" You asked curious. "Uhhhh." Ned droned out. "Ned?" "Uhm, he said he was busy and I guess I was a recent call...?" Ned replied in an unsure voice. I just shook it off. "Alright, I'll talk to him about it when he's not busy." I shrugged.

"That's cool. Anyways so how are you feeling?" Ned then asked. I paused for a second. "Fine." I mumbled moving my eyes around the room. "Okay, just making sure. You know we're all here for you." He reassured. I smiled at the thought. "Thanks, nerd." I joked with my nickname for Ned. He chuckled at the other side. "I'll see you, mk?" I said into the phone to end the conversation. "Alright, take it easy."

And then we hung up.

I turned off the tv and looked outside my living room window. It was still bright. But I felt tired. So I went back down on the couch and turned over so my face was inside the cushions. Then I felt sleep coming and I just let it take over.

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Fluff? Kinda? Also my idea for this story is actually longer than I thought so yeah there's gonna be a lot more chapters I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALSO I JUST REALIZED THAT YOUR POV IS IN FIRST PERSON AND NOT IN SECOND PERSON AND IM LITERALLY ABOUT TO PUBLISH THIS. ugh just go with it :P

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[ August 6, 2017 ]