"Chloe. No. That's not how you pronounce it-"

"Yes it is. My English is fine. Are we done yet?"

"No! You're the one who asked me to help you with your English work. You need to let me-"

"Yes but you know what I meant. I didn't really mean for you to tutor me." She leaned forwards slightly and batted her eyelashes. "I wanted to spend time with you. Get to know you."

"You could have just said so-"

"But would you have accepted?"

"Uh-" Peter's hesitation all but answered her question.

Chloe stood up. "Come on Petey, let's go watch a movie or something." She swiped the books off the table nonchalantly. "Forget about this language stuff. Learning other languages is stupid. English is stupid. Everyone should just learn French."

Peter, slightly offended at Chloe's remarks, frowned. "Look, Chloe, I don't- I just- I wanted to well, walk around the city a bit, -alone, and just, find my around way the city." Did I stuff up my grammar? I'm pretty sure I did. "I also have some work I need to do-"

"You can do that in here with me though." Chloe pouted.

"Yeah but-" Aside from the fact that you're going to try to distract me, "don't you have work too?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Oh?"

"Sabrina does it for me."

Of course she does. Peter muttered quietly.

"So? Are we going to watch a movie? What movie do you want to watch?"

Peter sighed silently, "look, Chloe, I don't want to watch something. I have things to do-"

Chloe frowned, "If I let you help me will you stay?"

"Huh?"

"Stay. You're going to stay if I let you teach me English?" Chloe repeated, picking the books off the floor and dropping them on the table. She narrowed her eyes with a slight smile.

"Uh, yeah I- I guess." Peter replied hesitantly.

"Then help me. What are you waiting for? Hurry up."

Peter opened the book back up to the page they were on and attempted to continue teaching Chloe.

/*\*/*\

It was an hour later. Maybe two. Peter had finally been able to say goodbye to Chloe and get a chance to leave.

He'd walked a few blocks away from the hotel before turning into an alleyway. Peter had made sure no one was looking before he'd unzipped his backpack.

Now he was swinging through the city, watching all the buildings pass by. He headed for the Eiffel Tower, somewhere he'd always wanted to visit. (Unfortunately he'd still not been there.)

"Hey KAREN, are you working yet?" Peter asked softly, talking to the AI in his suit.

"Un-unfortunately not Peter-er. Your suit has been badly damaged after-" the glitchy reply of his AI cut out, before returning a few seconds later. "The Akuma yesterday that you fought has badly damaged some of the circuitry in your suit, Peter. I would advise-" The voice cut out again for a few seconds. "I would advise you disable me for the duration of this trip as I am unable to connect to anything at all."

"Sure, I mean, if you think that's a good idea, I'll do that then- hey!" Peter's right webshooter didn't shoot any webbing out and he started to fall. "KAREN! My web shooter isn't working!" Thankfully, his left hand still worked and he saved himself from crashing onto the ground.

"Apologies, Peter. I am un-unable to connect-t to anything at all. That includes connecting to-to the rest of the suit to figure out the problem."

"How come Ladybug didn't fix this after the battle?" Peter asked, landing on the base of the Eiffel Tower. I'm on the Eiffel Tower! He thought, quivering with excitement as he started to climb.

"I don't understand what you mean, Peter."

"After the battle, Ladybug does this freaky thing where she just fixes everything. I have no idea how she even does it, but why didn't it fix the suit?"

"I am not sure Peter. I was not aware of this happening-" KAREN's voice cut out again. But didn't return. The lighting in Peter's suit flickered briefly.

No more Suit-Lady I guess. Peter thought, almost at the top of the tower. He shot out a web (with his left hand) and lifted himself up onto the deck on the tower.

Peter looked out onto the beautiful night sky shining above the city of Paris, grinning with awe. He leaned on the railing and smiled, appreciating the chance to be alone, but also longing for company. He felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck.

His smile faltered as something fluttered past, landing on the railing beside him. Peter took a step back, warily watching it. It looked like a butterfly. Or maybe a moth. He shone a light onto it, revealing speckled purple wings. It looked familiar. I've seen this before. Peter thought. It almost looks like- Peter gasped. "An Akuma!"

He jumped back as another butterfly landed besides it. And then another. And another.

More and more butterflies fluttered past him until there were so many that his vision became dark.

"Argh! No! Stop!" Peter yelled, flailing his arms around. He shot out a web and launched himself higher onto the tower, looking down below at the swarm of insects.

"Please, whoever are you, stop this!" Peter yelped. "I know this is not natural!"

A figure emerged from the swarm.

"Spider-Man." He said. "You know, you are the first person to get me to leave my home in a long time."

"So why did you?" Peter responded. "What do you want?"

The figure tapped his cane on the ground a few times patiently. "Well, Spider-Man. I'm Hawkmoth, and I have a proposition for you."

Peter stiffened. "Hawkmoth?" He echoed. "You're the- the- you're the super-villain!"

"Well, I wouldn't call myself a super-villain. I mean, that makes me sound bad or even evil. But I wouldn't say that. I am just trying to take what is rightfully mine." He took a step towards Peter. "I have nothing against you, Spider-Man. I have come here to propose that you give me a hand. If you agree to help me get Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses, I can give you incredible power. Unmatched strength! Even more than you have already." Hawkmoth held out his hand and one of the Akumas landed on his outstretched palm. "What do you say? Spider-Man?"

"No."

"No?"

"No." Peter repeated quietly.

"What do you mean, no?" Hawkmoth responded, frowning and narrowing his eyes. "Do you understand why I need the Miraculouses?"

"No I-"

"Have you ever lost someone, Spider-Man? Someone that you cared deeply about?" Peter stiffened at his question. "Did they die right in front of you while you just watched it happen? Don't you wish you could fix it? Bring them back?"

"I-" He felt his chest tighten. Uncle Ben. Peter thought. My parents. "No. I am not teaming up with you. You've- you've hurt so many people! You've caused so much damage in Paris! I will never work for you. Or with you."

"You will eat your words someday." Hawkmoth replied, but Peter swung away, not wanting to stick around any longer.

/*\*/*\

Peter landed on the roof of Marinette's house, louder than he expected and most likely startling her.

The trapdoor leading to her room lifted slightly, and Peter saw the silhouette of Marinette. "Who's there?"

"It's me, Spider-Man." Peter grinned, jumping down onto the railing.

"Oh, it's you." Marinette narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrows. "What are you doing here? (Again)"

"Oh uh- I just uh- wanted to drop by and hello to you-"

"Say hello to you?"

"Yeah-"

"Why?"

"I- uh- I just- I just uh- wait, Mich- I mean, your friend isn't here is she? Your friend that was uh- Akumatised yesterday?"

"Michelle? No, she's staying with my friend Alya tonight." Marinette responded.

"Oh, so she's not here? Oh! Great! Cool! I mean uh-"

"Why are you here, Spider-man?" Marinette asked again.

"I just wanted to say hello, and I wanted to talk to you-"

"Oh, so you- you wanted to talk. That's what?"

"I-"

"Well then sit down. I don't have anyone to talk to anyway. What did you ant to talk about, Spider-Man?"

"I- I don't know, really." Peter sat down, yawning quietly. Marinette glanced at him and shook her head quietly, a small smile on her face.

/*\*/*\

"So your crush's dad turned out to be the Supervillain you were fighting?"

"Yeah, crazy huh?"

"That's unlucky."

"Yeah."

"Well, at least my crush's father isn't a Supervillain." She paused, "I hope." Marinette then froze, putting her hands in her face as it reddened after realising what she said.

"That would be coincidental. You're sure he's not Hawkmoth?"

"Yeah." She responded, her voice slightly muffled. "We actually suspected it was him, but he was Akumatised so we know he can't be Hawkmoth."

"Who was it?"

Marinette glanced at him. "I'm not telling you that!"

Peter frowned. "Fair enough." He responded quietly.

Marinette stood up. "Why don't you go home, Spider-Man? It's getting late. I'm sure even you have to go to bed."

"Yeah, yeah. Uh-" Peter stood up as well. "Uh- I- uh- goodbye Marinette."

"Bye."

"Yeah." Peter went to shoot a web with his right hand, but realising it wasn't working, he quickly used his left hand before he embarrassed himself. "Bye!"

He swung through the city, heading back towards the hotel.

/*\*/*\

Peter finally got back to his room. After changing back into his clothes in the alleyway he'd walked back to the hotel.

Now he was in his room. He lay down on his bed with a sigh and closed his eyes as he waited for sleep to come.

Hey!

Sorry for late update again.

I tried to make this chapter longer to make up for it :