Peter Parker Imagines

6 - Poison

It's been a week since Flash has asked you out again. Something is wrong.

Ever since you all came back to school from the summer, Flash has been pestering you for a date. You would feel honoured that someone wanted you this desperately but Flash has a habit of dating everyone of decent status in school - not to mention the fact that it's Flash who's asking you... ew. At least once every couple of days he's used a new tactic to try to seduce you, for example he's written then read to the class a poem about you, held up a sign in the hallway and left exploding cards in your locker.

If it had been anyone else doing it you would have probably said yes in a heartbeat but Flash is the bane of your existence... not to mention the fact that he's Peter's enemy too.

Not only did this annoy the hell out of you, it also meant that other boys didn't dare come near you as you're "Flash's". Quite frankly you wished he'd just leave you alone... go stalk another prettier girl.

But, as mentioned, he suddenly stopped. He's blanking you in the hallway, outwardly trying to avoid you. Not that you care. Flash is an unwashed, unwanted creep who wrongly thinks he's the most popular in school and takes pleasure in bullying others. Anyone who dates him is either doing it for the popularity or the money, never have you seen anyone look like they're actually enjoying his company, hence why you couldn't care less that he's finally lost interest... thank the Lord.

At the weekend weekend Flash is hosting an open party so you and your best friend Peter decide to go as there'll be so many people it's not like you'll actually have to see him - it's just free alcohol and a good time.

The weekend arrives and you get ready to meet Peter. Just as you finish getting your shoes on you get a message from him that he's outside so you grab your things and leave the house, locking the door behind you.

"Woah." He says when he sees you.

"Not too bad yourself Parker." You joke and he laughs.

You get in carefully so as not to ruin your outfit and the two of you drive to the party. You can hear the booming music a mile off, and an array of coloured lights pierce through the dark night like lasers. "You ready?" Peter asks.

"Yeah, let's go have fun."

The two of you walk into the party late, "fashionably late" as you call it despite Peter's disagreement, and make your way to the buffet area where drinks are set out. You both grab one and go stand against a wall to drink them, along with a few other friends. The night is spent laughing and talking and you feel free - finally being able to forget school and work and just have a good time with friends. Over the speakers comes a sudden announcement: 'Ladies and gents... the dance floor is now open! Make your way there for the first dance of the night!'

"Fancy a dance, Pete?" You ask.

"You bet."

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to the centre of the room excitedly. Neither of you know how to dance but it doesn't matter, Peter begins spinning you round and you both just move your arms and feet in time to the beat. You're both aware that what you're doing looks stupid from and outsider's point of view but you don't care, you're both too lost in the rhythm, just happy to be able to spend time together.

After a while, you begin to get thirsty so say, "Hey Peter I'm gonna go get a drink, do you want one?"

"Want me to come with you?"

"It's alright I'll be quick. I'll get you your favourite." And with that you walk away towards the tables again until someone stops you. They put their hand on your chest and step in front to block your path, before moving their hand up to your shoulder and holding it in a pretend friendly way. Flash. Ugh.

"Heyy y/n. I'm so glad you could make it babe. Don't worry I'll get you a drink, it's on me."

"Oh Flash. Hi. No I'm fine I need to get back to Peter." You say, shrugging off his hand.

"Oh I insist babe, here." He says, turning round to open a bottle but taking a weirdly long amount of time after you heard the click of the bottle opener. He turns back, holding out the bottle. "It's your favourite, I know. I'm just really good like that... only the best for you, babe."

It wasn't your favourite. It was, in fact, one of the only drinks you didn't like. Idiot.

"Flash I'm fine, and I'm not your babe you creep."

"Y/n!" He says through gritted teeth, his eyes suddenly flashing with anger and impatience. "Drink. It."

"Fine if you'll leave me alone after."

"Sure, babe."

Just to get him out of your face, you raise the bottle to your lips.

——
Meanwhile, at the other side of the room, Peter is waiting for you to get back. When you said you were going to get drinks his spidey senses (or as you and Aunt May like to call them, his "Peter tingle") begin to pick something up. Something bad. But you insisted you go alone, and Peter respects that.

From then on, though, the sense gets stronger until every cell in his body is rippling with the feeling that something bad is going to happen. He's terrified, as the sense tells him that something was happening... to you. Nervously, he glances round the room to see you with Flash, him caressing your shoulder and you shrugging him off. Peter decided not to intervene, but watch Flash so as not to appear as creepy as Flash himself. He watches the interaction, seeing Flash open the bottle and eventually sees you go to drink from it. At that moment time slows. Every inch of his being tells him that he needs to intervene. Every part of him knows he needs to save you.
——

You raise that bottle to your lips reluctantly, about to take a sharp swig then throw the rest in Flash's smug face.

Right as the first drop is about to reach your lips, a hand intercepts, knocking the bottle from your hand with such force that you begin to fall over. Another hand quickly wraps round your waist and pulls you up before you hit the floor. Peter.

You glance at Flash to see his face a mix of shock and anger, his gaze searing through Peter as if he was about to burn a whole through him.

"You alright darling?" Peter asks.

"Y- yeah." You're lost for words. "What happened Pete?"

"I don't know. All I know is that something bad was going to happen. My senses went off, stronger than ever before, telling me that you needed help and I saw this creep touching you. Then I saw you go to drink what he had given you and everything blurred. I just knew that if you drank that, you'd be in trouble."

"U- uh I... wow Peter."

He laughs. His face hardens as he turns to face Flash. "What did you put in there? What did you try to do to her?"

"N- nothing. Leave her alone you nerd." Flash retorts.

"Flash!" You decide to chip in, still with Peter's arm round you protectively, and your hand grasping his. "What the hell did you try to do to me?"

"Babe-" He begins.

"Shut it before I make you." Peter spat, seething with anger. This isn't like him, he's only ever like this when something is really bad. He must care about you a lot. With one swift movement, Flash's pocket is suddenly turned out and an almost empty plastic sachet is in Peter's hand, with just a few tiny white crystals left in it. "You tried to spike her! You twat!"

Flash looks worried. "I- uh..." He doesn't get chance to finish his excuse because he's interrupted by a fist to the face. He's out cold, spread out along the floor like half-melted butter.

The owner of the fist turns to you, saying, "I'm so sorry I wasn't there darling. If I had just gone with you none of this would have happened, he wouldn't have touched you..." You cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips then running the same hand through his hair, fixing it.

"Don't apologise. Wasn't probably saving my life enough? In the least you stopped Flash from drugging and using me, so thank you Pete. I cant thank you enough."

He doesn't reply. He just smiles, blushing, and pulls you into a tight hug. Nothing can hurt you when you're in his arms. You're safe.