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so yeah, a lot of you guys asked for more and I was really bored so I just started writing and whoops here's like 1000 more words about Liz telling u about how she pieced together who Spider-Man was annnnd it's in 1st person POV. Sorry if u don't like that, but it was just...Better. also sorry it took a few months but oh well...I got a little dose of life.

but first off, oh my gosh! this story had gotten so much good feedback! thank you guys so much! 3 that's why there's a bonus chapter!

okay, yep. enjoy this little drabble! tell me what you thought afterward, tho! :D

Oh man, I was so stupid.

I was in love with Spider-Man. Both of his counter parts.

It's actually quite strange, however. After the move to Oregon, you'd think I'd be completely busy with catching up in school and unpacking. Although I'm actually kind of bored. I've got a lot of spare time on my hands, due to the fact that I was in a school for geniuses and now I'm in some public school. I'm ahead in almost all my classes. And about unpacking my room and getting settled in, meeting new people and such, well I need my mind to adjust before my body does.

So I sit on my twin bed with my laptop and think.

And the first person that always comes to my head is none other than Peter Parker.

The dude who happened to bail on everyone every time at the last possible second. Now I know why; you don't necessarily know when a bad guy who happened to be your girlfriend's father is going to attack New York. I mean, who knew being a freaking superhero would be so difficult, right?

At first, I suspected nothing. Yeah, you've got to go to your stupid Tony Stark internship durning nationals - no big deal, Peter. Just let us all down again after saying the web-slinger would be at my party and of course he's a no show. It was also weird at how quickly Peter left the party and Ned was just stranded alone.

But then I started to see the bruises; he didn't wear long sleeves for nothing. When you get body slammed here and there by super villains, it takes a toll on you. The splotches of dark blue and black were noticeable during gym, but I thought nothing of it at the time. Maybe he just clumsily fell into something, I always believed. That was until the next day I tried to secretly get a look at the bruises and they were gone.

And do you know what Spider-Man had? Advanced healing.

Just don't ask me how I know (fan girl research).

I was basically blind not to realize how Peter was in Washington, but not at the Decathlon competition. And guess who shows up in the Washington Monument to safe us? Yep, New York's very own web-slinger. Don't even get me started on how Ned reacted; I mean, I know he's a fanboy, but he seemed a little too overly excited when the elevator could of dropped us to our death. Especially when it was only a high schooler holding it up - with, y'know, his super strength.

And Ned is Peter's best friend; there clearly was no secrets between them. If Peter really loved me, wouldn't he of told me he was a superhero, too? It really would've made me feel a lot less miserable about myself.

Not that I felt him literally walking our on me during homecoming was my fault - which, sometimes the thought that it could be dawns down. I was so stupid. I should've followed Peter - it's not like he could've gone very far without a car. No fingers should be pointed at me because I was born to a villainous father trying to keep his family financially stable.

I just didn't bother to look into if his methods were legal or not.

And here I am: in Oregon because my ex-boyfriend put my dad in jail. Like, if I told my past self this was my life now, I would have laughed and laughed hard at that.

Thinking back again to whenever Peter said he had to go to a Stark internship and everyone made fun of him. It was all a pathetic cover story to say "sorry, I need to go wear spandex and hang from buildings by webs saving your sorry butts."

But then came along the Staten Island Ferry incident.

Spider-Man was there. But so was Iron Man.

And so yeah, what are the odds that Peter Parker personally knows Tony Stark? And so does Spider-Man.

When Peter came back to school after the ferry split in half, he just seemed...distracted. Like his mind was else where. He was quiet and he had noticeable bangs under his tired eyes. It was the closest thing to the real Peter I've seen in a while since he suddenly became busy with something else. Plus, the web-slinger hadn't been spotted as much.

Then in the hallway, he asked me to homecoming. I'm not a hundred percent sure why I said yes. I do know that it took a lot of guts to apologize after leaving the decathlon then ask me out. And I'll admit, Peter's kinda cute, so I accepted the invitation.

If only I did not say I liked him while he was in costume - in front of him.

That felt strange. At the time, however, it was just a boring gym class conversation. A couple friendly people and I were simply talking about superheroes and I admitted I liked Spider-Man, right? Well, Peter and Ned had overheard me. And that's when they were both invited to my house party.

Like I said, they came. But Peter was gone in the blink of an eye.

And saying...well, thinking this all out brings up another question.

Am I supposed to tell Peter I know who he really is?