Peter Parker Imagines

Power Over me (2)

"WHAT THE FRICK FRACK DITTLE DACK CLICK CLACK QUARTERBACK IS THAT?!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her hands going up to her hair in shock. He can't be Spider-Man! He would never hurt a fly! This is impossible!

"Hey, keep your voice down—" Peter tried to say, but she swatted his arm away and shrieked, "YOU CANT POSSIBLY BE SPIDER-MAN! YOU LITERALLY RECITED AN 17th CENTURY LOVE POEM! PEOPLE BITTEN BY SPIDERS CANT DO THAT!"

"(Y/N), please, they actually can—" This time he tried to grab her shoulders, but she took a step back quickly, and then a few more, "No, don't leave." He begged, still reaching out for her.

"It's impossible, you can't be him," She whispered, appalled. "He went to a robbery today and knocked someone out, you could never do—" Her words stopped as she realized what time he had left. "The robbery happened right before you left. . ."

The girl then stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide and her lips parted, jaw to the floor. Her hands were now at her sides, palms spread downward.

"(Y/N), I can explain! You're right, I'm not—"

"Let me see your hand." She muttered, her eyes now fixated on his right hand, which had little speckles of blood. He looked down at it and froze, "Let me see your hand." She demanded again, and reluctantly he outstretched it to her.

Quickly she yanked it to her stomach and ripped off the glove to see blood and scars all over his knuckles, and her mouth continued to stay open. "Why didn't you say anything?" She mumbled, examining it closely.

"I didn't want to give my identity away." He spoke softly, looking at her, desperate to meet her gaze. She shoved his hand away, "BUT YOU LITERALLY JUST SHOWED ME IN A SKETCHY ALLEY!"

"I didn't know what overcame me, I felt like I could trust you with this!" He yelled, putting his glove back on.

"And you can!" She said back louder, "It's just hard to process! I mean, you're literally a stick!"

"Okay, now you're just being hurtful!" Peter exclaimed, "But you are a tree! You know, your torso is the trunk and your arms are the sticks—"

"Are you done?"

"No, I'm not, you stupid stick—!" Her voice abruptly cut off as Peter shot out a web, it stuck to her tummy. She looked down at it then back up, and his mask was on. He yanked her forward, her body lurching to him. He wrapped one arm around her waist and had an iron grip as he shot a web into a nearby roof, zipping her up.

"AGHHH-WHATTHEFUCK-AGHHH!" She shrieked as she swung onto a roof, and he broke her fall by now wrapped both arms around her torso and held her close, twisting his body so he would land the on the cement.

She skidded off of him, rolling along the pavement. Once she stopped she was up on her knees, her eyes wide and staring at Peter, breathing heavily.

"Do you trust me?" He asked quickly, looking behind him then back to her. She nodded quickly, standing up.

The mask's eyes dilated as he stood up and ran over to her, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her up. He began to run to the other side of the roof, all while she was screaming.

With force, Peter threw her over the edge, a shriek escaped her lips as she free fell, reaching up to try and grab his hand.

"Peter, no, stop!" She screeched, her limbs flailing. A web suddenly clung to her chest, and she was suspended in the air. She looked up to see Peter holding a string, and he stuck it to the side of the wall.

"Peter, what the fuck are you doing?!" She yelled fearfully, and then the boy stuck a web to her mouth so her screams were muffled. He gave her a worried look, then disappeared from her sight.