"(Y/n)!" Your mother's voice echoes up the stairwell. "It's time to get ready for another day at school!"

You groaned, rolling over to look at the alarm clock. 5:42 AM. You had already been awake for some time, but it was more relaxing to stay in bed than getting up. You preferred daydreaming and the soothing sounds of New York to advanced calculus any day.

You decided that you'd better start getting ready for the day. "Let's go, (Y/n)," you muttered. What the heck, your (h/c) hair was in need of a serious untangling session anyways.

After 20 minutes of shaking yourself awake, getting dressed, and putting on your glasses, you exited your messy room. Empty Coke cans littered the floor and stacks of rough drafts for your accelerated classes sat on your desk. You tiptoed past your sisters' rooms quietly, you didn't want to wake them.

Your mother bustled around the kitchen, setting out breakfast for you and your two younger sisters. She made (your favorite breakfast here). She would soon be off to work at Starbucks as a waitress/cashier/everything else. Often she worked late shifts to get enough money to manage a house of four people.

Grabbing your first meal of the day, you asked, "Can I stay over at Peter's house after school today to finish a project?" Peter Parker was one of your dearest friends in the eleventh grade. You were kindred spirits. You had no problem maintaining straight A's and Peter won many science fairs with his own innovative theory of super-strong string, or "webbing" as he called it. Your intelligence also made you and Peter a target for teasers and bullies at Midtown High. Flash Thompson, for example, called you two a couple numerous times and managed to aggravate you as well.

"Well, I don't see a problem with that, sweetie," she responded. "Luckily, both Maria and Leanne (your sisters - we'll get into that later) have classes after school today, so you'll have time. Just pick them up for me, will you?"

"Sure, mom!" You left your 2-floor apartment for the parking garage next door. It was your day to be the driver for your group's carpooling agreement. Mary Jane, Peter, and Harry were all counting on you to get them to school today. You unlocked your compact gray Toyota and pulled out into the traffic-filled streets.

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Soon, you reached Mary Jane and Peter's block. Peter and MJ were neighbors, which was very convenient when picking them up. MJ was waiting on the curb, looking at her phone. Going through Snap chat no doubt. "Hey, girlfriend!" you called.

MJ looked up and grinned. "Hey, (Y/n)! Peter isn't riding today. I think he overslept. Don't worry though, he'll find a way to get to school."

"Oh well, he's probably going to miss the physics test today."

"Ugh. Sign me up for oversleeping."

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MJ had plugged her phone into the car and begun blasting music by the time you pulled into the driveway of the Osborns' massive house. Harry stood on the porch, rubbing the back of his neck and looking nervous and upset. "Hey, thanks for coming to pick me up guys," he said awkwardly.

"Dad got you down again?" you asked, concerned. It was common knowledge in your group that Harry's dad wasn't the nicest when upset. But who could blame him? Being the president of a prominent business, OSCORP, had to be stressful. Harry nodded, looking frazzled.

MJ leaned out of her window and said, "Let's get this party on the road! I've got a new playlist that will make your day, Harry! You've got to try it!"

"Alright," Harry smiled and rolled his eyes, slipping into the backseat, "I feel better already."

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On the drive, all three of you sing the corny show tunes that MJ picked. A commotion further up the road halts the already slow-moving cars. "What's holding up the traffic?" you wonder.

"Look!" MJ says, pointing out the window. "It must be bad, because there's a superhero!" A red and blue blur streaked above your car towards the commotion.

"...Is that...Spiderman?!" you squeal. Another reason you were friends with Peter was that he photographed the masked hero for a couple extra bucks. He dealt with the uptight J. J. Jameson to sell his pictures of Spiderman. Secretly, you had a tiny (okay, HUGE) crush on the wise-cracking vigilante, no matter what the media said about him.

"I don't know if this would be a good suggestion or not," Harry interrupted your thoughts, "but I think we should get out of the car and RUN!" His voice grew frantic as you and MJ followed his gaze. The vehicles in front of them were being evacuated quickly. The disturbance turned out to be a large, hulking man clad in gray and a tusk of sorts on his forehead. The bad news was, he was plowing into the cars in a blind rage, and your car was in the line of destruction!

All three of you leaped out of the Toyota and practically flew up the street alongside the panicking crowd. Since you weren't exactly a track star, you ran out of breath fast, but you kept moving out of blind terror. MJ and Harry were farther ahead, them being more concerned about athletics than academics like you were.

CRASH!

CRASH!

CRASH!

The baddie got closer with each step he took.

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MJ and Harry made it to a far sidewalk after much exertion. It seemed safe for the time being. "Where's (Y/n)?" Harry puffed out. MJ scanned the path they just ran with increasing fright.

"Oh no..."