Chapter 1
Her finger ran a soft circle around the glass. A small claw like device protruding from her glove as it seamlessly carved a hole for her hand to slip through. She was silent. Her hand moved gracefully, and she grabbed at the small black box, used to trigger an alarm if anyone broke in through the window. She disarmed it in seconds with one hand.
She lifted the window and slipped into the storage room. It was dark, she blended in. Her eyes scoured her surroundings, overwhelmed by the volume of stuff inside. Most of the junk had wires sticking out or pieces missing. She seemed disappointed in the lack of quality in the objects, but she continued to move. Each of her steps didn't make a sound. It was like the floor was made of pillows instead of marble.
She raised a hand and ran the glove along some of the dust collecting materials. A small grapple was attached to her wrist and the claw she had used before was retracted. Her movement stopped as she stared at the empty wall. It was the only part of the room that didn't have a pile of junk. Her hands ran along the smooth surface; feeling for an imperfection. When she found it her claw flicked out. She pried at the small plate on the wall that hid a lock. She picked it with ease and the hidden door opened. It was the only thing that made a sound, the creaking of the heavy, reinforced door obviously worried her. She got more antsy.
She only had time to give the contents of the safe a quick glance. Small boxes of metal, tubes of bugs, and a few weapon prototypes hanging on the sides. Panicked, she grabbed one of the boxes and slipped back to the window.
Her platinum blonde hair shined its silver glimmer in the moonlight. Her face was soft and young, yet her skills were far beyond her age. She leapt through the window and was gone in the night. Moments later a guard opened the door with a flashlight seeing the hole in the window and the secret vault opened.
On his uniform was a logo that read "Parker Industries"
Peter turned off the security footage and leaned back in his chair. He sighed at the lack of protection he had in his lab but was relieved at her hasty escape. He would probably need to higher some better guards. Or, better yet, just go catch the girl himself.
"Whatcha watchin?" Carol asked sitting down next to him and handing him his coffee.
"Episode number 706 of Peter needs to raise security." He sighed. "She was good, but young and uneducated in every way excepted for cat burglary. She only made it out with some Iridium. Pretty good stuff, but nothing I can't get in a few calls."
"One night you should just hang back here instead of swinging around the whole city. Maybe a few petty thieves getting caught by Spider Man would scare them off." Carol suggested.
"But then you'd be flying out there all alone. We both know you'd be lost without me." He joked taking a sip of the steaming drink.
She rolled her eyes and tossed one leg over the other. "Actually, I think a night alone may be refreshing. Listening to you talk about physics and biothermal engineering all night sometimes makes things a little dull, and I'm literally flying." She nagged.
"Hey, I thought you said you liked it when I talk smart." Peter said.
"Oh, I do." She said sarcastically as she stood up and kissed his cheek. "I've gotta go meet Fury. I'll be back after your lunch with Harry." She said grabbing a jacket.
Peter leaned back and looked to the computer screen. The burglar broke into his 'junk room' which, ironically, he had hidden some of his most important projects. In hindsight, that blank wall did look a little suspicious.
It had been two years since Doc Ock's attack on New York which, also meant, it had been two years since he and Harry dropped out of college. Once Doc Ock was brought down, Peter finally joined with SHIELD. It was only for a short time and it allowed them to study Ms. Marvel and Spider Mans neurological connection. This research along with the discoveries he was able to find in Doc's old lab, helped him start up his business.
Harry on the other hand, now ran Oscorp. When the maximum-security prison called the Raft went under during Doc Ock's attack, Norman Osborn was inside as the Green Goblin. Ms. Marvel escaped this situation and brought Norman out with her. She dropped him at SHIELD's doorstep, and they were able to save him. Although, he still needed plenty of treatments and therapy sessions, meaning Harry had to take the reigns of the family business.
It just so happened that two-college dropout best friends in their early 20's ran businesses a few blocks from each other. One, a famous billion-dollar organization, and the other a soon to be multimillion-dollar industry.
Peter walked a few blocks and stepped into the diner on the corner. His friend already seated at their table. "Mr. Osborn." Peter joked, shaking Harry's hand.
"Dr. Parker." Harry laughed.
"We're college dropouts, you can't exactly call me doctor." Peter said, taking a seat.
"Why? You wear a lab coat, so you've basically got a PHD." He shrugged.
Peter shook his head as the waitress brought them over their order. They didn't even need to say anything anymore. They had been here so many times that they prepared their food before they walked in the door.
"Can't wait to see these kids' tomorrow man." Peter said, eating his burger.
"I can't wait to see the teachers. Imagine, all the people at Midtown High that just thought of me as some idiot who was going to inherit a fortune." Harry said, cutting his food.
"Yeah, now you're slightly less of an idiot inheriting the whole company." Peter mocked.
"Laugh now, but those kids are going to love Oscorp way more than Parker Industries." Harry said proudly.
"I wouldn't be so sure. These are kids from an excelled science course, they are going to expect you to know big boy words."
"Photosynthesis." Harry blurted out.
"Good start, now spell it."
Harry paused. "Uhm… well it starts with an F."
The bell rang and Miles pushed through the halls. He was finally a senior, but he still wasn't any taller than this year's sophomores. He was trying to find more of his place in the school this year. His main friend group were the teachers he had made a good connection with.
He walked into his English class and took his seat at the front. He wanted to try and not seem like the teachers pet this year, he assumed it would help him get friends outside of robotics and science club. That's why he chose the seat in the front furthest from the teacher's desk and closest to the door.
He smiled at everyone walking in. Most of them he had recognized, but one, nearly late, student was unfamiliar. She was holding a book at her side with her backpack thrown over one shoulder. Her short brown hair barely reaching her shoulders.
"Okay everyone, pull out your summer assignments." The teacher said as he closed the door. Miles still looked up blankly, right where the brunette was standing. Unfortunately, that is now where the teacher stood. "Are you alright Miles?" The teacher asked.
"Yes sir, sorry." He quickly said fumbling with his bag to get out his summer work. His face felt hot as he heard the class start talking, he just imagined it was about his peculiar blank stare. Had they noticed it was because of the girl?
The class went on with the normal ice breakers and explanation of what they would be doing this year. In this time, he learned the girls name was Sara, and that her voice was wonderfully smooth. He spent most of the class sneaking glances at her or thinking what to say. When the time came and class ended, he stood up.
He was the first one out of the class and quickly walking down the hall away from the girl. Trying to talk to her the first day of school would be obvious. He would need a plan, get into her group for a project first. Ask for her number so he could send her the homework answers.
"Hey." He heard the wonderfully smooth voice say. He turned to see her behind him, almost winded by how fast she had to walk to catch up to him. "Seems like you've got somewhere to go."
He gulped. "Just lunch actually." He admitted.
"Guess you're hungry then." She raised a brow. "You left this in class." She said holding out the class syllabus that the teacher was handing out when he left at the bell.
"Oh, thank you." He said taking it and turning away to keep walking.
Sara began to walk with him, causing him to be at an awkward speed between trying to run away and act cool. "How long have you gone here?" She asked, not paying much attention to his stutter steps.
"All four years." He said.
"Cool. I'm from Illinois and moved here over the summer. Anything I should know about the cafeteria food?" She asked, making small talk.
"It isn't food." He said immediately. "It's made from toxic chemicals dug up by Neanderthals for a few extra bucks." He joked.
"Got it, guess I'll just wait till I get home." She laughed.
"No." He quickly said swinging his bag around his body and fumbling with the zipper. He pulled out his lunch in a brown bag and handed it to her. "Take mine."
She jumped back as the bag was shoved towards her. Her eyes looked at him cautiously as she grabbed the bag from the shaky hand. "Thanks?" She said confused.
"Yep." He said and then quickly turned away to go sit at his normal lunch table.
He was quickly joined by his two friends. They made the fact he had no food very apparent, as if he didn't know already.
"Forgot lunch on the first day?" Ganke asked.
"Rookie mistake Miles." Amadeus laughed.
"There is this new girl." Miles started. "I gave her my food."
"She stole your lunch?" Ganke asked, already stuffing his mouth with the school lunch's food.
"She didn't steal it. He gave it to her because he likes her." Amadeus pointed out to the large man. "So, where is she now?" He asked.
"I don't know. I ran." He admitted, hanging his head low.
"Well, assume you've blown all chances with an act like that." Amadeus said.
Miles was disappointed in himself, but he knew he would move past it. Beautiful women had snuck by him before and he learned to live with it. With his father being the police chief, he constantly found himself in embarrassing situations. One would think being picked up from school in a cop car would be cool, that was in fact wrong.
"Why do you guys sit back here?" Sara asked, walking up with Miles's lunch in hand as she observed the odd corner, they chose to take refuge.
The three boys paused for a moment looking up to her. Amadeus was more surprised at the fact she found them, compared to her beauty. "It is strategically placed in a quieter area that is both close to the lunch lines and far away from the bathrooms. It's the best table here." Amadeus explained.
"Cool." She shrugged and sat down next to Miles, opening up his lunch and beginning to eat. "You aren't hungry?" She asked him.
"No." He said shaking his head and looking down to the bag. Ganke was slightly confused at how she just decided to sit down without asking, but nothing would keep him from his food for too long.
"You're hungry." She said looking to Miles. She looked in his bag and pulled out a candy bar. She opened it up and broke off a small corner piece for herself then held it in front of him as she looked through the rest of the bag.
He paused, still warry in these uncharted waters. Miles thought she was holding the candy bar in front of his face to feed him in a cute way. He was wrong.
Sara looked over and eyed the boy as he ate the candy bar from her hand. He was too flustered to look over at her, so he didn't even notice the glare until he saw Ganke and Amadeus mirroring her look. As Miles looked over at her face, he opened his mouth to explain, but failed and took the candy from her hand. Her face grew from confusion to amusement at his innocence.
After a few minutes of silent eating with the only interaction between the group being Sara handing some more food to Miles, she talked again. "So, is anyone here good at science?" She asked.
Miles lit up, but still lacked the skill of speaking. Amadeus stepped in. "I consider myself a jack of all traits, but I'll hand science over to Miles. We are in an accelerated science course and he has found himself quite good at it." Said the genius kid, being a surprisingly good wingman.
"Cool." She said looking next to her at Miles. "I have always hated it, and when I moved, they accidently had me skip a science course so I'm a little behind." The request seemed to put it all together. She just needed a tutor and found it easy to identify that the group was a little nerdy. However, Miles wasn't complaining.
"I could help." Miles nodded eagerly. "When would we do it? Like study. Or tutor." He stammered over his words.
"I'm free whenever. I don't have many friends yet, I would love to come over today if that was okay. I had science first period and they want me to fill out this pretest worksheet for homework to see how much I know." She explained.
"Well, if you get help on it wouldn't that defeat the purpose of figuring out what you know?" Amadeus asked, pulling a glare from Miles that was silently telling him to shut it.
"I don't want them to think I'm an idiot." She said.
"Of course." Amadeus said, pulling it back. "We would never want that."
Miles slipped into his dad's car. Luckily, after being promoted to police chief, he didn't drive around in the police cruiser anymore. The normal car was more of an undercover vehicle; turning the stares down to a minimum.
"Hey dad, would it be okay if I have a friend come over to study today?" He asked.
"Yeah yeah sure, Amadeus or Ganke?" He asked.
"Actually, her name is Sara." Miles said tucking his head between his shoulders and closing his eyes.
It was silent for a moment. Miles opened his eyes slowly and looked over to his father. Prepared to see a judgmental and disapproving face, he instead saw a playful smirk. Miles rolled his eyes and sighed causing his dad to laugh.
"That's my boy. Winning over girls' hearts with your brain." He held a wide smile on his face. "See when I was your age, I won them over with my-…"
"Okay dad. Don't make a big deal out of it." Miles cut him off. Once they pulled up to the building he got out and went inside. The nervous wreck of a boy went into his room and put down his bag. He flipped through his closet and began to look.
Should he try and go casual or dazzle her? Would wearing his science team shirt make him seem smarter or just more like a geek? He scratched his bare chin in an effort to help him think. Normally, he found his brain moved quick, although in situations like these he was as good as a mindless duck.
"You have a girl coming over?" His mother said leaning in through the door as he stood in front of his closet.
Miles rolled his eyes and sighed. "Dad I said don't make a big deal about it." He called out down the hall, past his mother. "It's nothing mom." He assured her and pushed her out of the room so he could get back to business.
Unfortunately, that business barely lasted an hour before he got the text that she had arrived. He tried to rush out of his room, but the front door was already open, and both of his parents crowded around it, talking to Sara.
"Excuse me." He said pushing through them and grabbing Sara's hand. He pulled her through the welcoming party and towards his room.
"Leave the door open." His father said.
Miles froze for a moment and laid his head back. "I know!" He called out as he brought her into his room. When he turned around, he realized he was holding her hand and that her face was flushed with red. He jerked his hand away from hers and sat at the edge of his bed. "Should we get started?" He asked her as he scratched the back of his head.
"Sure." She said pulling out the homework from her backpack and sitting on his office chair at his desk. She rolled it over next to him as he looked over the paper.
He walked her through the first few questions; realizing how little she actually knew. She was a good sport about it though, cracking jokes at her own blank thoughts and lack of knowledge. The two laughed and Miles found himself growing much more comfortable. He gave up all of his secrets on how to memorize key vocabulary, no matter how stupid they were.
"I tell venom and poison apart by the 'V'. Venom is injected directly into a wound by something like a fang which looks a lot like a V, while poison occurs through ingestion, touch sorta thing." He explained.
"That makes sense." She said writing down the answer.
Miles placed his hands in his lap as he watched her hair fall in front of her eyes. He smiled at the veil of brown. He almost raised his hand to move it from her face so he could see her eyes, but a bright coloring on his hand stopped him. A black and red spider sat on his hand. Just as he noticed, it bit.
"Crap!" He jumped as he slapped the arachnid from his hand and let it fall down. Sara jumped with him at his sudden scream and looked down to the now dead bug. "See, that was venomous." He pointed out, rubbing the bite.
"Isn't that bad?" She asked worried and leaned into the growing red spot.
"It's fine. No deadly spiders are native to New York City." He said acting cool and leaning back. Although the feeling of the bite made his entire hand throb and pulse with a fiery pain. He wasn't about to run out and go call for help, that definitely wouldn't impress her.
She nodded, believing him. Sara looked back to her paper and smiled. "This one is photosynthesis, right?" She asked, feeling accomplished that she knew one.
"Yep!" He said supportively. He watched her write it down with confidence.
She spelt it with an F.
Authors Note:
Spidey is back! Thank you all so much for the feedback on VVV and I hope this story can top it at all points. More romance, more characters, better fights, and more lemons. I am so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I have spent an extended amount of time trying to plan everything out since the ideas I had for this story were so abundant and intricate that I forgot them just as fast as I came up with them. Finally, I got them all written down and put into a story board allowing me to finally start writing chapters without the fear of creating any errors in my own story.
I also spent a ridiculous amount of time on trying to come up with the title. I knew I wanted to stick with the three letter thing, but my first draft I played around with K with Kids, Kittens sort of idea. Then I wrote down the acronym and decided that wasn't my brightest idea.
Hope you enjoy reading!