There was always something nice about sleeping on clean sheets. Peter's bed sported fresh sheets right now in fact but they were missing a key component, Peter.
Peter, happend to be dangling over Times Square at this particular moment in time. He had just stopped an ATM robbery and was currently drinking a slurpee while perched atop one of the many television screens.
His shoulder was not quite back to normal so he was taking it easy, a purse snatcherherea tourist asking for directions there. Who would have thought that those dumb pigeon spikes would have actually done that much damage.
His phone buzzed and pulling it out of his, totally not made of underwear spidersuit, he saw a text from his uncle Bucky.
"Hey kid, Steve isnt letting your Dad cook dinner tomorrow right?" The message read.
"Shit." Peter mused to himself.
Hed forgotten that tomorrow was Friday. Friday meant team dinner. Team dinner meant chaos, always.
"Not unless he has to make a sandwich or order pizza." Peter typed quickly.
"What are you doing up?" The reply came back almost immediately.
"Had to pee. Night." Peter sent of the message and buried his phone in his suit once again. He leaned back and lay flat against the giant monitor looking up into the sky.
There was something magical about the city at night. When he looked around he saw motion in every direction, even now at 2 in the morning. Below him he heard the hum of traffic. Trains, cars, and people formed the sounds of the city as they headed up, down, and under the streets.The city that never sleeps, it owned up to the name. If the city never slept though neither should he, how else could he keep it safe. Especially when the Avengers seemed to only care about problems of alien proportion. That nice lady in blue from Queens getting her bag stolen earlier was his responsibility, after all no one else would help her. Besides she had given him a cookie after.
Peter yawned, it was late. He had school tomorrow, and maybe a math test- or did that already happen? He wasn't completely positive, Spiderman had been coming first lately. Also he was pretty sure he was grounded and while he had FRIDAY sort of hacked, at least in his room, and sort of wrapped around his finger, not being home especially when you're forbidden from leaving seemed like the kind of thing his parents would figure out. And sneaking out while grounded was something he could not see his parents being keen on. He wished that he could just say "hey Dad hey Pops I'm Spiderman that's why I haven't been focused on school."
But... that would likely go over like a sack of bricks.
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Short chapter, sorry. Anything longer felt like too much here.
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