I pushed open my door and threw my bag on the couch. I made my way into the kitchen to prepare some food for my family and Peter. My best friend was currently out making New York City a safer place, cleaning out crimes and whatnot. He would be busting through my bedroom window in a few hours, asking for sustenance after a long night of kicking booty.
I was cutting up some vegetables when I heard a knock on my front door. I checked the time and saw that it was way too early for my parents to be back from work. Scrunching my eyebrows together in confusion, I stared at the door. I carefully made my way to the door. I peaked into the peephole and saw a delivery man, holding a large box. Maybe my parents ordered something. I thought. I carefully opened the door.
"Delivery for Mrs. L/N?" The man asked. So it was a package for my mom.
"Uh, yes. I'm her daughter. I can sign it for her." I said. He held out a clipboard and told me to sign on the dotted line.
"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to do a quality check on the package. Just to make sure there's nothing faulty." The man said.
"Oh okay I'll open it right here." I grabbed the package and began to open it, the man staring at me intently. When I managed to open it, I was met with a huge puff of gas. I dropped the box and coughed. "What is this?" I turned to the man but found that he was nowhere to be seen. There was so much gas coming out of the box. I was starting to feel sleepy. My eyes were drooping and my head felt light. The next thing I knew I was on the floor staring up at a masked man and then everything went dark.
I woke up with a groan. My head hurt so much and my body felt sore. I tried to rub my eyes to get the sleep out of them but found that my hands were restrained behind me. I began to panic and saw that my feet were also restrained, tied to the legs to the chair that I was sitting on.
"HELP! ANYBODY PLEASE!"
"No one's going to hear you." I turned my head towards the voice and from the shadows, appeared a very large man. He was bald and had a cane. He looked very intimidating.
"Who are you? What do you want with me? Why am I here" I asked.
"I am Kingpin." He said, simply. "And as to why you're here, well, you have something that I want."
"I-i don't have anything. M-my f-family isn't rich, we can't pay you." I stuttered.
"Oh, I don't want your money," Kingpin stalked towards me. "I want information."
I looked at him, confused. "W-what information could you possibly want from me?"
"Just the identity of our friendly neighborhood spider." My heart stopped. He placed his cane in front of him and rested both his hands on top of it. He looked down at me and waited for my reaction.
"I don't what you're talking about. Nobody knows who Spider-Man is." I lied, mentally congratulating myself for not stuttering. I kept my face blank.
"Oh, come on, Y/N," I shivered when I found out he knew my name. "I know he comes to your window at night so you must know who he is." I could hear my blood pumping in my ears. "So, you can tell me now and I can let you go home or we're gonna have to do this the hard way." He glanced to the side. I followed his line of vision and saw a table full of torture devices. My heart was beating so hard that I was pretty sure he could hear it.
I was scared but I would never betray Peter. Taking in a deep breath, I faced Kingpin again. "I don't know who Spider-Man is." I knew my eyes contradicted every word coming out of my mouth. Kingpin glared at me. He moved towards the table.
"You know, I really don't want to do this, Y/N," Kingpin began to speak.
I saw a movement on the big window in front of me. I squinted and saw my favorite superhero scaling up the wall with... Deadpool? The two seemed to be arguing as Deadpool clung onto Peter. Peter's mechanical eyes found mine, growing wide. I mouthed HELP to which Peter just nodded in response. I turned my attention back to Kingpin. He seemed to have found a weapon he found fit to torture me with. He held a small knife. I could already feel how painful that would be against my skin.
"Now, are you going to tell me his identity?" He asked. He placed the knife against my cheek. My breathing was uneven and I could feel sweat dripping down my neck. I shook my head. He began to press the knife harder. I sucked in a deep breath.
"You know, if you had asked nicely, I would've considered telling you." I heard Peter's voice ring through the room. I looked up and saw him, lowering himself down using one of his webs. Deadpool was once again clinging to Peter's waist. In any other time, I would have laughed at the sight but now was not the time to laugh. "But, sadly, only my friends know the real me and we aren't friends, baldy."
"Ah, spider. I was hoping you would come to save her." Kingpin smirked. "Now, I can find out who you are and kill you at the same time."
"Uh, no one's going to kill him." Deadpool interjected. Kingpin looked at him.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Deadpool gasped and placed a hand to his heart, in fake hurt.
"I am hurt. I mean I'm only the best thing to happen to this imagine. I mean look at me." Everyone looked at him in confusion. "Fourth wall breaks. It's kinda my thing. I'm Pool, Deadpool. Nice to meet you," He took Kingpin's hand and shook it. "And I suggest you let the pretty girl go before I destroy you and your men."
Deadpool twisted Kingpin's arm and held him in a choke-hold. "Spidey! Get her out of here!"
Peter didn't need to be told twice. He got to work getting me out of my restraints. Once I was free, I threw my arms around Peter and hugged him. He hugged me back and took a look at me.
"You okay?" He asked. I looked at the big white eyes and nodded. There were gunshots ringing everywhere.
"Hey! Now is not the time to be looking into each other's eyes lovingly!" We looked over at Deadpool who had an assortment of bullet wounds and a knife stuck on his chest. I looked at him, frightened. "Baldy got away along with the rest of his cronies. Let's go run after them!"
"No need. I can handle him another day. Y/N's our priority." Peter pulled me close to him. "Let's get you home okay?" I nodded again.
"I'm catching a ride with you." Deadpool stated.
The next few moments were a blur of Peter swinging the three of us to my apartment building. Once Peter landed us safely, he pulled me in for a bone crushing hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck. My cheek rubbed against the fabric of his mask.
"Are you sure you're okay, Y/N?" He spoke against my skin.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine, Pete. Thank you." I rubbed his arms.
"I was so scared. I thought he'd done something to you and if anything were to happen I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." His voice cracked.
"Hey," I said, gently. I started to pull his mask up until I saw a teary eyed Peter Parker. My eyes were starting to tear up as well. "Don't do that to yourself. I'm okay. See? No bruises or scratches. You saved me. My hero." I pushed his hair away from his eyes.
Peter looked me in the eye. He seemed so deep in thought. He shook his head and let out a sigh. "I love you." Peter whispered.
My eyes went wide. His own held so much sincerity and love. I smiled and a tear made its way down my cheek. "I love you, too."
Peter smiled and began to lean in towards me. I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to touch mine.
"AW I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO!" Deadpool's voice startled the both of us. I had forgotten that he was still here. He was pulling out the knife from his chest. I scrunched my nose in disgust.
"Get outta here, Wade!" Peter shouted.
"God, not even thank you for helping you save the love of your life? How rude." "Wade" said. I giggled. "
"Yeah, Peter. He didn't even get the appreciation he deserves." I said. Peter looked at me in shock. "Thank you Mr. Pool!"
"You are welcome." He said, dramatically. "I like her, don't fuck it up. Now, Parker, I don't hear any thank you's." Wade cupped his hand around his ear. Peter rolled his eyes.
"Thanks, Wade. Now, can you go?" Peter said, looking quite annoyed. Wade saluted at us and jumped off the edge of the building. I looked back at Peter.
"Now, where were we?" I smiled and pressed my lips against his.
