"WHAT THE FU-" You hear Peter's voice exclaim a car horn blocking out his profanity, from above you after the very shocking detail you already knew, but it being revealed to the entire Times Square, and most likely the entire world was nerve racking, your heart seeping below your chest at that mere thought.
"That's right folks, Peter Parker." Jameson says as it cuts back to him, saying your boyfriends name as if the picture wasn't already clear enough.
You ignore the murmurs of the people by you, your eyes looking up toward Peter, the back of his masked face meeting your gaze.
"A seventeen year old high school delinquent." He adds to the public. You had tried to listen to a few more of his words, but the citizens that were surrounding you started dragging their attention toward you.
You weren't much of a people person to begin with, which is why it was always hard for you to make friends. Your socially awkward personality only showing once more as the people around you started to pester you with questions related to the spider boy.
"Are you Spider-Man's girlfriend?"
Questions and statements being thrown into your ear as people tried to gain your attention, tapping on your shoulder, your anxiety rising at the contact and the lack of air you were feeling from being too claustrophobic with how many people were practically suffocating you.
The man who asked if you were Spider-Man's significant other asked you once again, turning you around to face him and some more people who were just as curious.
"I-" You started, helplessly looking around, trying to get the people off of you in fear of the worst. You didn't want you knowing Spider-Man to harm you physically, so you tried your best to push them away without doing much effort.
Thankfully Peter caught onto your silent cry for help, jumping from the lamp post to come in-between you and the big crowd, your anxiety slowly going down now that he was near.
"Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa. Please don't touch her, sir." Peter warned the people who were jabbing at you, gently squeezing in-between you and the mob of people.
You give Peter a look, his hand on your shoulder, trying to guide you away from the people as they dazed at the two of you, most throwing insults and what not at your poor boyfriend in disbelief.
"Um.." Peter trails off, hugging you closer to him.
"Peter..." You start, watching him quickly look at you as the once small crowd turns into a herd of people, swarming you and the boy like you were pieces of meat.
"We should get out of here." You suggested and he quickly nods.
"Come on kid, let me see the face!" A lady says before you two could go anywhere, lunging at him.
Your instinctive protectiveness comes in, you now hugging Peter closer to you away from the lady. Some citizens having a sense of morality, dragging the woman away from the two of you.
You swing a arm around his neck, his going to your waist as you two sprint through the crowd of people that seemed more like a mob waiting outside of a Taylor Swift concert.
"He hit me. Spider-Man hit me!" The same lady exclaims in a bare obvious lie, but you decide to ignore it.
You two swiftly get away from the people, who got crazier by the second, one boy even trying to jump onto the two of you as you now were swinging across the city.
You had momentarily forgotten just how scared of heights you were due to everything that happened in the pass thirty minutes.
"Oh god!" You scream, squeezing your eyes shut as your body was now tightly and hopefully securely wrapped around Peter's as he swung through the city away from the scene that unfolded in Times Square.
You had no idea where you two were going, but you supposed anywhere away from there was good enough, somewhere possibly more quiet where you two could collect your thoughts.
"Peter, where are we going?!" You managed to ask as your heart tightened in your chest with each swing the boy took.
"I don't know, your house?" Peter answered unsurely, he at this point was just aimlessly swinging around.
"No! Definitely not my house, my dad will kill you!" You tell him loudly, your eyes still closed at every word you said, you weren't going to risk letting your fear be just as worst if they were opened.
"What? I thought he was just starting to like me..." Peter replies in defeat.
"Well, not anymore." You scream.
Thankful to all the gods above, you and Peter land at the stable trusses of a bridge. The boy drops you down way too quickly for your liking and you have to fight your balance as to not fall, your boyfriend pulling out his phone to answer it.
"Dude!" You hear Ned yell as soon as Peter answers it.
"Dude!" Peter replies back in the same tone.
"Dude!" You say, miserably failing to keep your balance, Peter's attention shooting toward you in a heartbeat.
"Oh, right, sorry!" He sheepishly apologized, running over toward you to help you keep your feet stable.
"Are you okay?" Peter wavers, his question lingering in the air.
"Not at all." You admit for him and yourself.
One being, you were on top of a bridge, failing to keep your balance, your heart probably out of your chest out of fear, and two being because so much has happened in such a short amount of time. You don't think you can handle anything else any longer.
"I'm gonna get us out of here, okay?" He reassures and you nod.
"Yo, Peter!" Someone yells, your heads snapping to a few people in a gondola near the bridge.
A helicopter was soon to be seen, people from apartment buildings that sat outside their balconies watching as well. You wanted nothing more than to get out of here. The attention that you were receiving being too much for your liking.
"We should go." You tell him, already clinging to the boy and bracing yourself for the impact of his swinging.
"Right, yeah we should." Peter agreed, jumping from the trusses and swinging away from the attention, your screams weren't as loud as they were before, you kind of were getting used to it, but your heart dropped to its stomach every time no matter what.
"We're going to take the subway!" Peter yells at you throughout your screaming.
You don't answer as Peter free falls you two into a nearby sewer, his webbing opening it up as you two entered through it.
You could've sworn you saw Flash Thompson for a quick second, but you weren't all too sure.
Once you two entered the subway underneath the city, you opted on piggyback riding your boyfriend, feeling it'd be much more easier for the boy to navigate through the tight space.
"Peter!" You scream at him as a oncoming train approached you both, the spider boy dodging it a mere second later.
It felt like it had been forever when you two finally arrive at the ladder of a sewer exit, watching Peter climb it first before opening the round thing separating you two from New York, and you follow behind him. When you were close enough, Peter reaches out his hand to help you up.
"Thank you." You breathed out, giving your surroundings a quick look over, citizens who were walking the cemented sidewalk glancing at you, and you found it a little ironic how you two were in-front of Delmar's.
"Yeah, yeah, no problem. Are you okay?" Peter asked you as he placed the round covering of the sewer back into place.
"Yeah, I'm okay." You reassure him, once again wrapping your body around his before he swung off, his webbing attaching to a lamp post.
"We're going to go to my place." Peter tells you through the wind.
"Okay!" You yell at him, closing your eyes as you embraced his hold.
Four or five minutes go by as you two swung through the city to Peter's apartment, your eyes remained closed as you felt Peter's breathing at rapid speed, which was understandable given the circumstances of the current situation.
After the five minutes or less of you two swinging, you finally arrive at his bedroom window, the boy sticking to the brick wall next to it as you climb off to open his window.
He helps you inside, and you practically fall in relief onto his bed.
"Oh my god." Peter finally breaks after rushing inside, closing his window.
"Y/N-" Peter starts, your head snapping up to look at him as his hands were on his head, walking back and fourth between his room.
"Peter, it's okay." You try to reassure, but to no avail.
You knew it wasn't going to be okay, but you had no other choice but to say the words both you knew weren't true.
You quickly sit up from his bed, going over toward him, watching the boy press the spider on his suit in defeat, catching half of it before it can fall to the ground.
"It's not okay!" He argued back, snatching his mask off his head and throwing it elsewhere in his room and you place your hands on both sides of his face, trying to calm him down.
"Oh no." He groaned, shaking his head as he leaned into your touch.
"Peter." You say sternly.
"I don't know what to do!" Peter tells you as his hands wavered at your waist, his hands tightly gripping his suit.
"Peter, it's okay, everything going to be okay." You say with a nod just as the door opens, revealing Happy.
You and Peter quickly look over at the man whose face turns pale at the sight of you two.
"Oh, um.." You swallow, cringing at what it seemed like the two of you were doing given the face that Peter was half naked in-front of you, his suit falling from his hands watching Happy try to shut the door.
"I didn't see anything." Happy says, covering his face with his hand.
"Happy, it's not what it looks like!" Peter tries to reassure, your hands swiftly moving from Peter's face to your sides.
Peter's Aunt, who you had heard about comes into the room to see what was going on, her eyes quickly widening in disbelief.
"Oh!" She says, only seeing Peter's half naked body before going to shut the door once again.
"No, May, this is not what it looks like." Peter countered, and you nod in agreement at the inconvenient timing.
"Practice safe se-" May starts and your eyes widen as you furrow your eyebrows at what almost came out her mouth as she stops herself mid sentence.
"Oh, wait. Hi, you must be Y/N!" She says, coming back into the room where you awkwardly stood.
You quickly fix your (MJ's) cardigan, showing the lady, who was effortlessly gorgeous a forced smile as Peter nods before looking at his door.
"It's so nice to meet you, heard a lot about you." May tells you, giving you a friendly hug which you mirrored.
"'S nice to meet you too." You tell her quickly with a tight lipped smile as you two pull away.
You wished you had met the woman on better circumstances. The awkward tension only getting thicker by the second.
"Wait, have you been crying?" Peter asked Happy, who stood at the doorway with dried tears and a puffy face.
You tilt your head curiously, but quickly dismiss them looking over your boyfriend's room, having not been in here before.
He was a nerd for sure, a lot of dorky things decorated his room, things MJ would probably had made fun of him for.
"We broke up." The older man says shyly, peaking through the doorway.
"Oh." Peter says bewilderedly, you give his Aunt a look as she cringed sheepishly at his words.
"Hey, Spider-Man!" A man exclaimed through the window, and your mind trails back to why you really were here in the first place.
"Oh, uh.." The boy says in surprise, using his web shooters to close the blind of his window.
You notice a shirt laying on his bed, grabbing it quickly just as the light outside dims now that the blinds blocks the glaring sun from peaking in, as well as the people who for sure seen you two enter his apartment window.
You give a lazy smile to Happy, holding out the white T-shirt in-front of Peter, helping the boy into it quickly, hearing him mutter a 'Thank you'.
You catch glimpse at the "I survived my trip to New-York" graphic as Peter rushes May further into his apartment and away from his bedroom.
"I didn't know you guys broke up." He says as you trail behind the two of them, shutting his bedroom door.
"I thought you were in love, May." Peter quizzed bewilderedly.
"We can talk about this in the kitchen." He says, putting a reassuring arm over her shoulder as he walked her to their kitchen space.
Your phone buzzed in your skirt pocket, as you and Happy linger behind Peter and May as the boy confronted his aunt about her relationship issues.
You were just about to pull out the device, but a different kind of buzzing grabs your attention.
"Is that the door?" The man next to you asked, his gaze wandering over to the front door that was left open.
You quickly go to shut it as a neighbour stood in-front of it, asking all sorts of questions he most likely wasn't getting his answers to anytime soon.
"Nope!" You say, shutting the door into his face, before pulling out your phone.
There was six missed calls from your dad and a text message from your sister, telling you to call her with a few emojis that you deciphered to be related to what was currently going on.
You unlock your phone going to your contacts to call MJ.
After a few rings, you hear her pick up.
"Oh my god, Y/N are you okay? Have you seen the news?" MJ practically exclaims from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm at Peter's right now, it's really crazy." You tell her, keeping your voice down as you absentmindly wandered to the kitchen.
There was so much to be said, but you figured you'd wait till you got home to tell your sister exactly what happened, but you had a feeling you didn't need to given that she was there with you every step of the way and most likely seen the news or she wouldn't had been calling to ask.
"Is Peter okay?" She questioned.
You had no idea if you should answer that truthfully, with a half truth, or just lie instead. No one but Peter knows if he's actually okay, but you knew he wasn't okay with anything that was going on. To be fair, there were more ways she could be indicating the question, but you were lost at this point.
"I don't know, I-" You start, watching your boyfriend helplessly close the blinds in the living room as May and Happy now sat down in-front of the TV from the couch.
"Can you please get off your phones for five minutes. I just wanna talk to you about your relationship, okay?" Peter countered to the two adults as the background of the news channel played behind him, and your eyes widen as you adjust your gaze to recognize the building.
"MJ, let me call you back." You, hanging up the phone before she could say anything.
"Peter."Your voice says before your mind can register, pointing behind him after gaining his attention.
He turns around to look at the source of his TV, a few helicopters swarming around his apartment building, making their way over to one of the living room windows.
"Is that here?" Happy asked, his voice laced with a skeptic tone.
Peter seemed to be at a lost for his words, not knowing what to say as he stutters out a proper response, tilting his head down in defeat before shamelessly walking toward the window he had closed with his web shooters, opening it up to reveal the outside world he tried to shield them from.
May, Happy, and yourself walk over to the small window, curious to see just how bad the damage really was.
You stand next to your boyfriend, sharing a look with him as Happy and May look outside of the apartment place in utter disbelief.
"Wha-" May starts, but cuts herself off as a few pedestrians below yell out Peter's name, looking up to the window where the helicopters were aimed at.
"I mean, maybe it's not so bad?" Peter shrugged hopefully, his Aunt shooting him a worried look.
You were glad she was less mad and more worried.
You on the other hand, a shaking anxious mess, still recovering from the many people that lingered around you, and the amount of swinging you swore you'd never do again still crawling over your body. You had no idea how bad things would get from here on out.
"Spider-Menace!" Jameson exclaims from the TV in your living room. You could almost roll your eyes at his dramatics.
After the fiasco that took place at Peter's house, he and his Aunt figured it be best to take you home, as they tried to figure out what to do with the boy's identity being revealed to the whole wide world.
As soon as you get home you were bombarded with questions from your dad, who was more worried than mad at you for being with Peter. He was surprisingly understanding with the situation, but he never liked Spider-Man to begin with so you knew that after the situation died down, he'd dislike Peter more than he did before after finding out about his second identity.
MJ on the other hand already knew exactly how you were feeling. Her mind was racing with thoughts, thoughts only she knew you'd understand. There was nothing the two of you could do but hope for the best out of this situation.
"Governments around the world launch investigations into the murderer known as Spider-Man, aka Peter Parker, aka the web headed war criminal, who for years, has been terrorizing the decent citizens of New York." The bias anchor exaggerates, and you let out a scoff from where you sat next to MJ, both you now cladding your pyjamas after a long day, well, long day for you at least.
Your heart only drops at the digital news paper that had, you, Peter, MJ, and Ned's face plastered on the front cover, the title saying "Peter's cronies revealed", before cutting to different digital magazines, and a brief footage of some jerk throwing slime onto Peter's suit.
"Well, now this city and the world see him for what he truly is."
You tune out the TV, sharing a look with MJ as your dad divides nothing but his full attention toward the TV. You feared he'd force you to break up with Peter, and you didn't want that one bit.
All three of your gazes break from the TV as a loud and obnoxious knock goes at your door.
Your dad quickly stands up from his spot from the couch, going over to the door, opening it to reveal a few agents, and a another one, holding a badge out.
You and MJ go to the door, lingering behind your father.
"Mr. Jones?" The guy asked, his voice stern.
"Yeah?" Your dad confirms with slow nod.
"We're the Department of Damage Control." The agent says, and MJ shoots you a look, and you shake your head quickly.
"Dad-" You start, but the agent cuts you off.
"We have a warrant for the arrest of your two daughters, Michelle Jones-Watson, and Y/N Jones-Watson." The man tells him, closing his badge before shoving it into his pocket.
"Arrest?" You father's eyes widen in disbelief, looking behind him at the two of you as your face falls in fear, MJ taking ahold of your hand.
"We just want to ask them a few questions, we promise to bring them back as soon as we're done." The Agent reassures, not sounding convincing at all.
Your father ponders, also not trusting the agent, but what was he to do? He couldn't refuse, but he also didn't want the two of you to face any charges or dangerous consequences.
"If you refuse, we will arrest you as well." He adds nonchalantly.
Your dad lets out a defeated sigh, giving you two an apologetic look, and you shrug sadly, your dad moving to the side to hesitantly let the agents inside.
You and MJ had arrived at the Damage Control's building after arguing with the agents to at least let you two change out of your pyjamas, wanting to look decent if you were about to get interrogated for no absolute reason.
Once you enter the building, a few of the agents lead you two to a investigation room you presumed, and at some point before you entered the building, May and Ned had joined you two as they guided you inside.
Your eyes quickly widen, seeing a familiar head set of brown curls inside an interrogation room, his face filled with worry.
"Peter!" You exclaim, the agents now quickening their pace behind you, slightly pushing you, your sister, Ned and Peter's Aunt away from him.
"Y/N!" Peter's muffled voice responds back from behind the glass.
He points to the four of you, saying something you couldn't quite catch, his gaze now on the agent standing above him.
You didn't want Peter to say anything he shouldn't say, hoping his smart personality had a chance to play through as he was interrogated by the man above him. You only hoped he didn't say anything he wasn't supposed to say already.
"Don't say anything without a lawyer!" You shout at him, May and MJ mirroring your words at the same time. You weren't expecting it, but happy they both had the right mindset you had as well.
When you four had made it into the further part of the building into more interrogation rooms, Ned and May were separated into two rooms by themselves, and you and your sister (mainly just her) told the agents you weren't going to say or admit anything to the them if you weren't by each-other's side.
They were reluctant at first, but when you two put your foot down once more, they gave in and put the two of you in the same room.
A few minutes had went by before the agent, whose name was Clearly, comes inside the room, you two expectingly waiting in boredom.
The agent sits down without saying a word, opening up one of the two files that sat in his hand, you glance at it, realizing it was your file, and you cringe subconsciously.
"We want a lawyer." MJ tells Agent Clearly, as he settles down, you break your gaze away from the file and up at the man.
"Mses. Jones-Watson-" The agent starts, but you cut him, shaking your head in disapproval at this address in-correction.
"Jones, we don't go by Watson." You quickly say, your sister giving you a nod from your peripheral vision.
He nods in understanding before clearing his throat.
"Mses, Jones, why do you want a lawyer if-" The agent starts.
"If we have nothing to hide?" You cut him off with a raised eyebrow.
"Exactly, Unless-" Agent Clearly starts as he raises both his eyebrows expectingly looking in-between the both of you.
"We're actually guilty of something?" MJ adds, cutting him off as well, the agent letting out a low impressed hum.
"We are very aware of your tactics and our rights." Your sister informs, she nudges your shoulder, gesturing her head at the false mirror next to you.
There was most likely someone on the other side who could see you through the window that's behind the so called mirror. You watched enough true crimes to know all that you needed already.
You and MJ wave at the person who was listening behind the 'mirror'.
"Just answer my questions." The agent sighed, you could feel his annoyed energy radiating off him.
"I've seen your files. You both are smart, young women with bright futures ahead of you." He informed the two of you, and your gaze slowly turned back to the man in question.
MJ poked her tongue against the inside of her cheek, also glaring at the man who really tried to break through the two of you, but to no avail.
"Why would you risk it all by getting involved with a vigilante like Peter Parker?" Agent Clearly asked the two of you, but he shifts his gaze to you after he finished.
You wouldn't give him the satisfactory of an answer, sharing a look with MJ, who shrugs, and you look back at the agent who was probably awaiting for your answer(s).
After a few heartbeats of silence, the man sighs in defeat, shaking his head before looking over at the false mirror, gesturing for the person behind it to dismiss the interrogation. He slowly gets up from his seat, collecting the files as you and your sister remain silent.
"Let me know when you're ready to answer my questions." The agent says, leaving the room hesitantly.
You were already facing trouble, no sense in causing more.
As promised, later that night you and MJ arrive back at your apartment. Your dad was sound asleep in the living room and you didn't want to wake him, the TV being the comfort background noise for his sleeping figure.
"Hey..." MJ says, breaking your gaze from your sleeping dad, and you turn to face her with raised eyebrows.
"We'll get through this." She says after you meet her brown eyed stare.
You nod, swallowing the lump you fought so hard against throughout the day down your throat.
"I know." You tell her, going in for a hug, which she reciprocates.
You two pull away after a minute of just embracing each-other. You were glad you had someone to go through this with, and you were also glad Peter had you as well. You knew this was the toughest on him and you would do anything to be with him right now, hoping you could make him feel better, feel safer, but you knew your dad would probably limit your hang out time with the boy.
Peter needed you just as much as you needed him. You knew he would get through this, he was the strongest person you knew.
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