All of the employers told us to hide in the dressing rooms. You were in the chair of the fitting rooms.

"Y/n the tapping of your feet totally tell people we're in here." He commented.

"Shut up Peter, I'm scared." You confessed. "I'm sorry, Y/n. But I need to make it out of here alive."

He was sat on the floor next to you playing on his phone.

"You need to get out of here alive? You don't even care about my well being at all? I'm supposed to be apart of your big plan."

You rolled eyes playing with your fingers nervously. He didn't say anything.

"Why do you think there is someone with a gun or bomb or whatever?"

You look down next to him and see him look up to you.

" Does it look like I know? I know as much has you, genius." He stared at his phone again.

"Why are you so rude?"

"Didn't your aunt teach you manners?" You were done with this BS.

"Sorry. I'm kinda upset with the fact the Under Bears are trying to kill me when they saw me walk in this stupid mall."

A flash of fear took his face leaving you priceless.

"You're scared." You announced.

"No, I'm not." He lied. You could tell the way his hands were sweating.

"Okay, sure." You move yours hands on your thighs to wipe the sweat off your hand. "You're scared too." He replied.

You giggle lightly, "You just admitted you're scared." You laughed loudly. "Shhhh, Y/n."

He smiles at you for the first time. You noticed his laugh. It was loud and cute, but you would never admit it. You guys just looked at each other for a second.

He sat taller and started leading in.

You froze in your chair scared to make a move. Someone bushed in with a gun to Peter's face.

"Come with me now!" The tall man with 2 other people next to him shouted. Peter slowly stood up looking at you with a scared face.

"You too princess!" The other one of the males told you.

You lifted you arms and walked behind Peter afraid of what might happen next.

They took you to the white van and tied you up with tape. Peter was free, without restrains.

"You're the CO-leader of The Huntsman Spiders right?" Peter was sat next to you whispering something in your ear before answering,

"Stay close to me." He told you carefully. "Why does it matter?"

Peter answered quickly. "Well, when your old man was still alive and not murdered by the old leader by The Huntsman Spiders.

He killed my brother, and now that your back..." He moved closely to you while Peter made a low groan in your ear.

"I'm gonna kill you and your bitch will watch. Then I will shoot her in the side of the head."

The thought stuck your mind, you never thought this is the way you would die.

Maybe next to your soulmate when your both 90.

"Don't you dare hurt her."

He demanded. "Ooooo Peter got himself a little lover."

He grabbed the tape off your mouth. "What's your soulmate's tattoo?" His green eyes sparked with bad intention.

"It doesn't matter. Kill me but let her go man." Was Peter actually caring about you?

"Nah, man." The van stopped in the middle of the woods.

"Get out!" The doors of the ugly and dirty van was opened. He pushed you and Peter to the middle of the field of trees.

"Get on your knees." He said.

"Now!" He shouts. You get in on your knees by force. Peter kneels next to you giving you a sad look.

You feel the old metal of the gun on the back of your head.

Light tears crawl down your eyes. You can feel light headache forms.

"Let her go please I'm begging you." Peter cries to the man.

"please." Peter looks at you one last time. Before the man told you to run.

You get up and run as fast you can. Not knowing where the hell you're going.

All you see around you was trees.

Then all of a sudden you hear strong yelling coming from the place you left.

Then the sound that you wished to never hear. The sound of a bullet leaving the gun.

As you stay stranded in the middle of the woods not knowing where your going, a sharp pain rushes through your chest. It hurts more then you could imagine.

You couldn't breath. It felt like someone took your air from your lungs. More tears make there way down your eyes.

You stand there thinking what would happen next. Then the sound of running caught your attention making you run fast.

"Y/n!" The sound of Peter's light New York accent fills your ears. You make your way towards the sound of Peter.

Knocking right into him, falling to the ground.

"Peter? W-what happened?" You see him look at you with hope.

"Oh my god Y/n. You don't want to know." He says grabbing your hand.

"No tell me. I do want to know." He stops walking with you holding on and states,

"I had to do what I need to do to survive." He started walking again.

After about like 30 minutes you question, "Where are we going?"

He sighs then lets go of your hands. "I don't know! Honestly I have adrenaline right now and I'm can't believe I just killed a man Y/n! So tell me where should we go?!" His hands were shaking with his watch sightly broken on his right wrist.

"I-I-I. I don't know either." You sigh with him making him roll his eyes. "Okay then." He wraps his fingers in the space between your fingers.

"Are we just gonna walk around until we see something" You feel light sparks erupt from your stomach.

"I don't know maybe."

You couldn't believe what you just heard. Peter killed a man.

He killed a man!

You need to pretend like that didn't happen to survive longer with him.

It was about 9 o' clock maybe, you honestly had no idea.

"Did they take your phone?"

You asked a dumb question.

"No. Wait! My phone!"

He takes out his phone from his pocket, while you laugh loudly. "Duhhhhh." You comment.

You couldn't believe that you were in the woods with your enemy Peter Parker. Actually laughing with him. He started to call 911 telling them the situation except the fact he killed someone. He told them there were lost, but his phone died.

"Ughhhh my phone died."

You and him were sitting face to face in the dark night.

"Soooooo when the guy told you about your father you were mad." You started to pry into his life. All you guys could do was talk.

"Well, I hate the thought of my father. But that doesn't matter." He looks down to the dirt below us.

"No tell me, of course if you want to." He makes eye contact with you making your body turn cold.

"Well, he was a serial killer. He would kill people and call it justice. I'm glad I never met him." His eyes gloss with tears. "I'm sorry. So what happened with your mother?"

You wanted to know more about his life. "Who do you think was his first victim?"

He announced. "Sorry."

"How did your mother die?"

He asked leaning a bit forward.

"I don't know honestly. My dad never wanted to tell me. She died a little over when I was 3."

You see him move to sit next to you wrapping his arm around your shoulder and neck.

"Oh, I guess that's worse." He moved back making you lay on the ground.

"What do you mean?" He sits up looking down on your small figure.

"Like, It's worse not knowing what happen to her cause then you have the questions that will probably never be answered.

"You see his dark eyes stare down at you. "I guess your right." You chuckle lightly.

"Knowing my dad he wouldn't ever tell me. You know to "protect me" or something."

You made bunny ears over the protect me part. He brushes one hair out of your face.

"ummm hmm why are you getting so comfortable? We kinda don't know each other and you're my dad's worse enemy."

He sighs and lays back down, without saying anything.

"The stars are beautiful today. Don't you think?" He holds you even closer to his body.

You put your head on his chest feeling the sense of safety and sleepiness.

"Yea-" You yawn big interrupting what you were saying.

"Go to sleep Y/n, I will stay awake."

You nodded your head falling into deep sleep quickly.

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