Amber's P.o.v.

I wanted to get some time for myself so I got out of the Tower to explore and visit all the wonders N.Y. had to offer. On the way I ate pretzels and visited the Hershey and M&M store (I seriously considered moving in there). Everything was going swell so of course, something had to go terribly wrong.

I was browsing in some shop (not like I could buy anything but just for the heck of it) when I heard police sirens. While this wasn't all that unusual, what was unusual were the screams of the people in the store. I was on some hangers looking for spare buttons when everything went down the drain. People were running away from something, and I never knew what it was because my hanger was shaken to the point that I was sent flying. Everything was going so fast and blurry that I grabbed the first thing that was on my reach. I shut my eyes until the commotion passed. After a while, I heard nothing so I relaxed a little. I opened my eyes and was confused by my new surroundings. At first all that I could see was the open sky. I realized I was moving, and I felt a light breezed hitting my face. I then glanced around and was utterly shocked to see buildings pass by. I grabbed even harder and proceeded to shout my four inches off.

Whatever I was holding shifted and I heard a human voice above me.

"Holy crap!"

I looked up and realized I had been holding on to someone because that someone was looking at me through a mask. That same someone was the one keeping us airborne and was failing to do so because we were about to plummet to the ground and become a stain on the pavement.

"Eyes on the road! EYES ON THE ROAD!" I screamed.

I was going to die and this spandex wearing guy was going to be the death of me.

"What?" He realized just now that we were falling.

"Oh, right!" And then shot something that looked like white rope from his hands. Now that we were safe again, he turned to me.

"So, what are you? And how did you end in my back?"

I held on for dear life as he swung between the buildings like an urban Tarzan.

"Like I would tell you. And it was by accident, I don't usually end up in the backs of giant masked guys by choice." I was still grumpy on having my day ruined and almost getting myself killed. Again.

"Well, isn't someone cheery today? Tiny chick, I don't usually give out rides but I'm gonna make an exception for you. Where do you want me to drop you off?"

I was annoyed by the size jab. "My name's Amber, not tiny chick, and you can leave me at the Natural History Museum."

"Sure, Amber." We swung in silence (well he swung and I held on but whatever) for about five seconds until I couldn't take it much longer.

"Ok, I simply don't get it. What's the deal with spandex? I mean really, you're wearing it full body length. Don't you get hot or something? What happens when you need to go to the bathroom? Do you have to get fully naked or is it pants and shirt separately?"

"Woah, slow down!" He turned his head to me and I shut up. "It's comfortable, sometimes, and, even if it's not of your business, it's pants and shirt."

"I knew it." Mental high five for me. "What's your superhero name?"

"Spider-man." Well, wasn't that original.

"Does that mean that you're shooting cobwebs from your hands?"

"Well, yeah. That's the whole point of me being named Spider-man."

I would have crossed my arms but I didn't want to die. "But you don't have eight limbs, you just shoot webs. That makes you Web-Man!"

"I don't only shoot webs! I got my spidey sense, agility, strength and the ability to stick to walls, between many others. Besides its Spider-Man, equal parts of a spider and of a man."

"Whatever." We were nearing the museum when suddenly he got a call. Out of a pocket (I didn't know spandex pants had pockets) he took out a cell phone and answered.

"Hey aunt May! What? NOW? No, I'm not that busy but… Yeah, I know but… Ok, I'm heading that way now. See you soon, aunt May." He hung up and turned to me.

"Sorry about that but I just need to make a quick stop first."

"WHAT?!" We brusquely changed directions and I had to hold even stronger to not get thrown off. "Where are you going?!"

"Oh, just getting some things. It's not going to take long, I promise!"

I groaned and having no choice, I tagged along. "I'm tired of holding for so long. Mind giving me a hand over here?"

That was the worst thing I could have done in the day because he shot a web my way. Sure, I didn't have to hold any longer because I was now stuck to his back. From the neck below I was covered in that white silky yet strong material that made up his webs. Sometimes I think if I bring this sort of situations knowingly to myself.

I couldn't see anything he was doing in front but from my point on his back I was able to see that we were going down to ground level. He went over to an ally and put on some normal clothes. While I was grateful that he didn't get naked, I was annoyed when he put a hoodie on. Now I couldn't see anything. I didn't complain because it blocked me from view and it had a fluffy warm interior. Not having anything to do, I began to doze off. Being wrapped burrito style in a silky blanket with a soft surface as a mattress, I succumbed to sleep.

Two hours later

I woke up suddenly from the sudden movement. I was confused because everything was dark. When I tried to sit up and couldn't, I remembered why I had fallen asleep in the first place. I realized he was no longer wearing his costume because I didn't feel him through the spandex material.

"Hey Big Guy!" Damn it, what was his name? It had something to do with webs and arachnids. "Tarantula Guy! You took off your spandex shirt and I'm still stuck to it!"

I heard muffled cursing and there was light surrounding me suddenly. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the change of light and when they did, I realized I was in a closet. Did he seriously forget I was on him and put me in a closet?!

"Oh, sorry! I kinda forgot you were with me in the way."

I could see him upside down from my position in the floor and he was rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He lowered down and gently plucked me from the back of his shirt. Holding me at eye level so he could get take the webs off, I noticed he was still wearing his mask even if he had casual clothes on.

"Why do you have the mask on? It's not like I have someone to tell about your secret identity! I'm not going to even know who you are. There are like three million people in this city!"

He probably realized this too because he took off his mask. And just like I thought, I had no idea who this guy was. He looked like a college student with brown hair and a geeky look on him.

"See, not a clue."

He got the last of the cobweb material off and I was free to move again. Standing up in his palm as best as I could, I stretched and got the stiffness off of me. I turned to face him and caught him staring at me with what I called the 'cute look'. It was the look someone had when they were seeing something utterly adorable and was about to either: A) squeal, B) become annoyingly cuddly and with no sense of personal space or C) become overprotecting and grabby. I once experienced all of them at the same time and got scarred for life.

"Considering it's too late to go to the Natural History Museum, want to do something or you have something to do at the moment?"

He got out of the 'cute look' trance and looked a bit embarrassed. "Sorry about that. And I'm not busy."

I nodded. "Well, how about we go get some late lunch? You know any good places around here?"

He smiled. "I know just the place."

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"Let me get this straight. You basically have a job that consists on selling your selfies and they actually pay you for them?"

Peter, for that was the name of the mysterious web slinger, took us to a place that served the most amazing hamburgers I had ever tasted. We talked for a while and he turned out to be quite normal (just with superpowers and a secret superhero life). I told him about life as a borrower and he told me about being a superhero. We had so much in common.

He laughed and some people stared since he seemed to be alone. "Yeah, but I never thought of it like that!"

I took a bite off of the piece of burger that he gave me. I relished on the taste and took a sip from the Coke on the bottle cap in front of me.

"So, you have a girlfriend or something?"

He looked at me stunned. "Why, you're asking me out?"

"What? No! I was just…"

"Relax; I was just messing with you." He chuckled and I blushed embarrassed but tried to cover it by glaring half-heartedly at him. "No, I don't. I used to have one, but she… passed away."

Peter looked a little depressed and I felt bad of bringing it up. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay, you didn't know." He smiled at me and I felt a little of the tension disappear.

We were silent for about a minute, until I asked something that had been bothering me for a while.

"How do you make your webs? Do they come directly from your body or you make the material separately? Because I watched a special on Discovery and it said spiders made their webs from saliva or something like that. And if it's the same case with yours, I'm gonna rub detergent on my whole body 'cause I slept in that thing."

He chuckled. "It doesn't." And immediately jumped into a detail explanation on how he made and shot webs. I was equal parts relieved that we were back on casual conversation and that his webs didn't come from any part of his body.

It was well into the night when his aunt called him again. From the side of the conversation I heard, I assumed it was about him needing to get home soon.

"Sorry, I really need to get going."

"Don't worry, I too need to go get my beauty sleep."

He stood up and stretched a hand to me and I climbed on. He tucked me in his pocket (which wasn't all that clean but I wasn't about to complain) and I could feel him walking as he went over to an ally to change to his Spider-man persona.

"Where do you want me to drop you off?"

"How about the Avengers' Tower?"

"WHAT?!" I laughed at the look on his face. Oh yeah, I didn't tell him I was staying with them. I'm evil.

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After assuring Peter that yes, I was indeed staying with the Avengers; he dropped me off at the elevator. I insisted so he wouldn't have to deal with a late night Tony or Loki, not to mention the others.

I felt weird riding a whole elevator for myself. Finally after reaching the top, I stepped off and went to the kitchen. On my way climbing up the fridge, Steve came in and went for a snack.

"How was your day off?" He asked so casually I laughed and said.

"Not bad, I got to know the spiders on town."

He must have been so used to me by now that he didn't even ask and just left with a Coke in hand.

So I was watching Spider-man for the uptenth time and decided he needed a chapter for himself! It's an interlude since technically he's not an Avenger, even if he's from the Marvel-verse

Also, no pairing between this two. I just know Mary Jane's gonna appear in the next movie and help him get over Gwen's death, date him, marry him and have little spider-babies. Until then, he's single and just a friend.