Disclaimer: I do not own the Amazing Spider-Man! I just own my OC, "Madeline Beckett" and any other characters I make up along the way!
Author's Note: I really like the response I've been getting! I wasn't too sure at first, but you guys seem to like it! So let's see how the rest goes...
Enjoy!
Peter-Man...no, that wasn't right. Spider-Parker? No, that wasn't right either...
Those were the only thoughts that I had as we drove back home in the taxi. Once I caught sight of the statue of Liberty, I knew that I was in New York City. Wasn't that where the movie takes place?
Maybe it's Parker-Man, I thought to myself as I entered the house that we live in. I yelped at the golden retriever rushing towards me, but I quickly got over it as I set the bags on the counter.
"I'm going to get dinner started," Shelia said as the six year old girl-whose name I'd learned was Sara-ran into the living room and turned the television on.
"I'll be in my room if anyone needs me!" I called out and ran up the stairs to see if I could call Mike or Paul or even Ian!
But maybe you couldn't place calls to other dimensions.
"What was Paul's number?" I thought aloud as I looked for my bed room. There were only three- Sheila's, Sara's, and mine. The first room looked like it belonged to an old person, so that was definitely Shelia's. The next room had a lot of pink and stuffed animals, so that was Sara's. And that meant the last one was mine.
"647-224-54...63? No, 62..." I mumbled as I opened the door.
And what I saw made me scream at the top of my lungs.
Eddie Murphy was sitting on my bed.
Why wasn't my day getting any better?
"Madeline? Madeline!" I heard Shelia's shouts. I turned around as the door swung open. "What happened?" She asked.
I spun around to point at my bed, but there was nothing there. No sign of Eddie Murphy. "I, uh...I thought I saw a...spider."
She sighed. "Thank God! I thought you were being killed or something." Shelia chuckled to herself as I grabbed the doorknob and shut it behind her.
I turned back around, and there was Eddie Murphy again. Instead of screaming, I just pushed myself against the door. "Why are you here? Who are you? Well, I know who you are, but why are you here?"
"Hmm," He said, getting off of my bed and starting to look around the bedroom. "Think of me as your mentor."
"Mentor for what?" I asked.
"Well, for your time here," Eddie said, tinkering with a knick knack I had on a shelf. "Nice room you got here."
"Thanks," I breathed out. "What do you mean, my time here? Is this really the world of Spider-Peter?"
"It's Spider-Man," Eddie corrected. "And yes, you are. You're here, to help guide Peter Parker."
"Guide him where?"
"To the path of Spider-Man," He answered, picking up a photo album.
"How am I supposed to guide him to the path of Spider-Man if I have no idea who he is?" I asked him, and I finally got brave enough to march over to him. I grabbed the photo album out of his hands, and I was about to close it when I saw me and Emma Stone in a picture together.
"Why am I in a picture with Emma Stone?!" I exclaimed. It wasn't like a "fan meeting a celebrity" picture either. We each had one arm wrapped around each other, and it looked like I was holding a camera as I snapped the picture. We looked very...natural, as if I had randomly decided to take a picture.
"That's because she's not Emma Stone here," Eddie answered. He tapped the picture. "She's Gwen Stacy."
"So, not Mary Jane?" I asked, remembering the conversation that my family and I had had before they watched the movie. Now I was kicking myself over the fact that I fell asleep while watching the movie.
"No, not Mary Jane. You and Gwen Stacy have been best friends since middle school," Eddie answered.
And that was when I realized that I was talking to Eddie Murphy. Even then, he was probably just a figment of my imagination! "Are you real?"
He just smiled knowingly. "What do you think?"
I scoffed. "I think I'm going crazy, that's what I think," I said, slamming the album shut before tossing it on my bed. I looked around and saw that I actually had a lot more pictures of Gwen Stacy and I. And a lot of newspaper clippings. Some of them with my name as the writer.
"You want to be a journalist here," Eddie informed me, obviously sensing my interest to the newspaper. "You write for your high school's newspaper."
"I wanted to be a journalist back home," I commented, and I turned around to face Eddie.
"A lot of the things you did in your old world was transferred here," Eddie said. "Like your love for science. You work as an Intern at Oscorp with Gwen."
I asked the question that had been bothering me since he materialized. "Why are you Eddie Murphy?"
He shrugged. "You wanted to watch Shrek instead of the Amazing Spider-Man, so this is the form I took on."
"You mean you can take on other forms?" I asked.
Eddie nodded. "Of course."
"So, if you can take on other forms, then that means that you're not real. I thought you were real."
"No one can see me except you."
"So you're not real?"
"I didn't say that."
"Ugh!" I groaned, throwing my hands up. "Whatever! Just, how do I get home?" I questioned, putting my hands on my hips.
Eddie grimaced a bit. "That's the thing. You don't."
"What do you mean, I don't?" I asked, taking a step forwards.
"See, you're here to help Peter. We don't know how long that's gonna take. You could be here for a week, or for five years."
"Five years?" I gasped. "Do you mean five years this time, or my time?"
Before he could answer my question, Eddie dematerialized just as easily as he had rematerialized.
"Hey! Wait! You have to answer my question!" I shouted into nothing.
My bedroom door opened, and Sara poked her head in. "Who are you talking to?"
"No one," I dismissed. "Just get out."
She backed up, and shut the door behind her. I pushed my hands into my hair to try and wrap my head around all of this.
So, I was here to help lead Peter Parker onto the path of Spider-Man? Why didn't whoever placed me here pick Ian? Or Paul? Or even Mike! Those three know more about superheroes than I did! Don't even get me started on when they were all together.
I was pacing around my room when I stopped in front of my window, and I saw the back of someone. I walked over to the window and opened it. Poking my head out, I saw that the person was actually Peter Parker.
That's right! He mentioned something about the two of us being next door neighbours.
I didn't want to seem creepy, so I quickly closed my window before pulling the curtains together. Before I knew it, Shelia was calling me down for dinner.
Exactly how long were Eddie Murphy and I talking?
The next morning, I was rudely woken up. And no, not by my alarm clock.
"Rise and shine, Madeline!" Eddie shouted at my ear, and I bolted awake with a scream, falling out of bed.
"Hey look! That actually rhymed!" Eddie pointed out, very pleased with himself.
I groaned as I curled up into a ball, covering my face with my arms. "Jeez, no wonder Shrek found you so annoying."
"Get up, Mads! It's time for school!"
"But I don't want to go to school!"
"But you have to!"
"Look, the way I see it is that I just got dumped into the world of a comic turned movie so I don't have to do anything that I don't want to do. Now, get lost!" I said, and at the last part I uncurled myself and sat up. To my surprise, he was gone.
"Ha! Nothing has control over Madeline Beckett," I smirked in victory.
My bedroom door opened, and Shelia walked in. "Honey, who are you talking to?" She asked, and registered that I was on the ground. "And why are you on the floor?"
"Long story," I said. "I think I'm in-I think I had a nightmare."
"Well, get up, get ready for school," Shelia said, shutting the door behind her.
I groaned, burying my face in my arms. Eventually, I pulled myself off of the ground before taking a quick shower. I pulled on a flowery dress, a beige net cardigan, and brown boots before starting on my accessories.
I went and stood in front of the mirror to fix my hair and screamed when I saw a face in the mirror that wasn't mine.
Shelia came busting in. "Madeline! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just another spider," I dismissed when the figure in the mirror went away. It came back when she left, though.
Fuming, I spun around to face Eddie. "Stop doing that! My mom's gonna think I'm going insane."
"She's not your mother, really," Eddie said as I pinned my hair up.
"Whatever! I need a place to sleep and I've decided that that place isn't going to be a mental asylum."
Eddie wandered over to the window, where I had spread open the windows to let in the morning light. "Peter's about to leave for school," He randomly says.
"And your point is?" I asked as I applied a bit of mascara.
"Walk with him," Eddie suggested.
"Yeah, like that's going to happen," I said as I grabbed my book bag.
"It's going to," He said.
"Oh yeah?" I asked sarcastically. "What are you gonna do, huh? Only I can see you!"
He grinned wickedly. "Exactly!"
Before I knew it, he had walked right for me, and I thought that he was going to bump into me. Oh, he didn't do that. He took over my body.
I don't know what's going on with me, but he somehow managed to control my movements. Against my will, he moved me towards the window. I pulled it open, and poked my head out. "Peter!" He made me call out. "Peter!"
I called his name one more time, and that finally got his attention. He walked over to his window before he opened it. "Madeline?"
"Yeah!" I shouted. "Do you wanna walk to school with me today?"
Poor Peter looked really confused. "You want me to walk with you?"
"Yeah," Eddie made me call out, while the whole time on the inside, I was screaming "No! No! No!"
He looked kind of unsure, but then Eddie put the icing on the cake. "Please?" He made me say.
That is what did it for Peter. "Okay, I'll be right there!"
"Great!" I said, and I pulled back and shut the window before closing the blinds. And that's when Eddie came out of my body.
I was heaving when he did. I guess it was because I was fighting so hard to be let out. "What the hell did you just do?!" I stormed.
"I didn't do anything," Eddie said. "But you have to walk to school with Peter Parker today."
"I don't wanna walk to school with Peter Parker!" I protested.
"But you have to!"
"Why?"
"Because it'd be rude."
"Rude? I'm not cancelling a walk with Peter Parker because I don't want to seem rude?"
"Yes."
Really? Is that all he got? "I'm not walking with Peter Parker," I said stubbornly, crossing my arms.
"Either you walk with Peter Parker, or I possess your body again and make you kiss him," Eddie threatened.
"But wouldn't that be you kissing him?" I asked.
"Nope. I'd leave your body right before your lips touched his. Try explaining that."
I was thinking about it when Shelia's voice called up, "Mads! Peter's here!"
I huffed before waving a threatening finger in Eddie's direction. "You win this time."
"I'm gonna win every time, I hope you realize that."
I just growled as I grabbed my book bag off of my chair. I left my room, and walked down the stairs into the kitchen.
"You're walking to school with Peter Parker this morning?" She asked me as she handed me a twenty dollar bill for lunch. She looked just as surprised as I was when Eddie possessed my body.
"Yeah," I said. Not really my choice, but whatever. "I'll see you after school."
I took a deep breath before stepping outside, where Peter was waiting on the front porch. He smiled so brightly at me when I walked out that I couldn't help but smile back. "Hey," He said.
"Hi," I answered. A small awkward silence ensued, so I leaned back on the balls of my feet. "So, shall we go?"
"Yeah, sure," Peter answered, and the two of us turned and began the walk to school. I actually had no idea where this school was, so I was really just following Peter.
It was quiet for a second until Peter spoke up, "To be honest, I was kind of surprise when you asked me to walk with you, Mads."
Trust me buddy, I was just as surprised as you. "Oh, yeah?" I asked, and he nodded. "Why?"
"Well, we did kind of stop talking," He answered.
What happened to Peter Parker and I? Were we friends? Ex's? What is my history with Spider-Man?
"I know, and I'm sorry," I said, though I wasn't really sure what I was sorry about.
"Mention when he saved you yesterday," Eddie quietly whispered to me, suddenly appearing next to me. Only I could see him, of course.
"It's just, when you saved me the other day, it got me thinking," I said, going on with what Eddie said.
"Got you thinking what?" He asked.
That was not a question I wanted.
Now what? I angrily asked Eddie.
"Tell him that you remember him breaking your fall when you fell out of the tree when you guys were ten," Eddie muttered.
Peter saved me? Aw, that's cute! Ack, what was I saying?
"It got me thinking about, when we were kids," I started. Eddie clearly knew more than I did. "You saved me when I fell out of that tree?"
"Oh, that?" He said. "Yeah, that was...that was nothing."
"It was not nothing," Eddie whispered to me. "He broke his arm when you fell on it."
"It was not nothing. You broke your arm!" I said in disbelief. Peter suffered a broken arm because of...because of me?
We were close to a building, which was probably the school. "You're...you're always saving me, aren't you, Parker?" I asked as we came to a stop.
"I wouldn't call it that," Peter shrugged.
"Then what would you call it?" I asked, intrigued now.
Peter shuffled his feet as he studied his shoe. "I don't know..."
"No, tell me," I said, and before I could process what I was going, I was touching his arm. Peter looked over at the spot where my hand rested, and I hesitated a second before I pulled my hand away.
"I guess," Peter started slowly, after a moment of awkward silence. "That I was just in the right place at the right time."
I smiled gently. "Well, I hope that next time you're in the right place."
Peter grinned. "Next time? Are you intentionally putting yourself in danger?"
My smile quickly dropped. "No! No, no, no, no! I just meant that, in case I were to end up in danger again, I'd hope that you were the one that would help me."
He laughed. "Okay, whatever you say, Madeline." Peter quickly checked the watch he had on his wrist and winced. "Sorry to cut this short, but I have to go. I have something to do."
"Oh," I said, surprising myself when I felt slightly disappointed that we couldn't talk longer. "Well, I see you around?"
"Yeah," He said, quickly nodding. He turned around and walked off, and believe me when I say that I couldn't help but watch him walk away.
"Girl, you are totally checking him out," Eddie's voice said into my ear.
I was taken aback with the comment. I mean technically, I was, but that's not how I intended it at all! "No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were."
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes, you were."
"Ugh! I don't have to take this from you. You're a figment of my imagination. Now, be gone! Or however it is I get rid of you."
"Heads up. GS, three o'clock," Eddie whispered before vanishing.
GS? What the hell did he mean...
"Maddie! Mads!" I heard a new voice, and I turned around just in time to see a blonde figure crashing into my side.
"Okay," I grunted as the blonde figure-whom I'd identified as a female- hugged me as tightly as she could.
She pulled back and my jaw almost dropped at the sight of Emma Stone standing right in front of me.
Or, she was Gwen Stacy here, wasn't she?
GS. Gwen Stacy. Thanks for the heads up, I guess, Eddie.
"I heard that you almost got run over the other day, why didn't you tell me?" Gwen asked, pulling me into another hug.
"Well," I said, wrapping my arms around her awkwardly. I still couldn't look past the Emma Stone part just yet. "It was a crazy day. I guess I just forgot."
"Forgot to tell your best friend that you almost died?!" She exclaimed, but quickly wiped the look of worry on her face. "You know what? Never mind." She spun around so that she was standing on my right side and looped her arm through mine. "As long as you're safe, that's all that matters."
Gwen and I then walked to class, her chattering away at what she did over the day. I wasn't really paying attention, though. I wasn't sure why. But as long as Gwen was around, Eddie wasn't, so I was just trying to focus on that.
But Gwen and I didn't have all of our classes together, so the first class that we didn't have together, I was holding my breath all period, anticipating Eddie's arrival. This was school. Home, I could put up with the embarrassment of screaming at nothing. Here? I didn't dare.
The only plus side to my day so far (other than my walk with Peter, which over time, I was realizing that I kind of enjoyed) was that it was finally lunch. I didn't really wanna sit with Gwen (the whole Emma Stone thing was still freaking me out) so I made it a point to find a secluded area after I bought my lunch.
I quickly learned that no matter where you live in America (even through dimensions) the cafeteria food sucked, so I just stuck to my ice cold bottle of lemonade and munched away on my apple.
I stuck a pair of headphones in, and turned the music up as I pulled out a piece of paper. I quickly wrote Spider-Man at the top.
What did I know about Spider-Man, really? Virtually nothing. I knew his alter ego's name was Peter Parker (or Peter Parker's alter ego's name was Spider-Man...hey, at least I got the name right!). I think his parents are dead, and he lived with his aunt and uncle, though I couldn't remember their names. I scribbled that down as I mentally beat myself up because I never paid attention to what my brothers ever said when we were younger.
My mind eventually wandered over to Peter Parker (don't give me that look! Spider-Man and Peter Parker are intertwined, okay?). How much did he know me? How much was I supposed to know him? I mulled over these thoughts as my pencil danced across my page, starting a doodle that I didn't even know I had started until I zoned back in. I cringed when I saw that I had started drawing Peter's face.
Huh. I wasn't that bad of an artist. In fact, in kind of looked like him...
"What are you drawing?" Eddie said, and this time, I didn't scream. I just jumped out of my skin.
"Jeez, would you stop that?" I asked, my hand going over my heart. "I'm going to die before I could ever help Peter Parker."
"What are you drawing?" Eddie asked again, ignoring what I said.
I quickly became self-conscious. If Eddie found out I had zoned out and subconsciously drawn Peter's face, I'd never heard the end of it. I quickly tried folding the paper. "Nothing! It's nothing."
Eddie eyed me. "It's not nothing if you're trying to hide it from me, Madeline," Eddie said, and he reached over to grab the paper. I was so surprised how real he looked, that I let him snatch it out of my hands.
He quickly unfolded it, and I just tucked my knees under my chin and buried my face in my lap. I could practically hear the smug smile on his face. "Well, well, welly well well," He started, his voice dripping heavily with smugness. "What do we have here, Ms. Beckett?"
"It's nothing," I said, bringing my face out of my lap, a blush creeping on my face.
"Well, I don't know about you, but that looks like Peter Parker to me," He said, pointing right at the picture. "You actually got the little swirl of hair on his head perfectly."
"It didn't come easy," I told him. "I had to redraw that part a lot because I just couldn't quite seem to-" I cut myself off at the knowing look on Eddie's face. "Now that's just rude!" He was making a fool out of me, and I just helped him along!
Eddie just folded the paper again and held it out to me. I furiously snatched it out of his hand before stuffing it into my book bag, my blush growing by the second.
"Speaking of Peter Parker," Eddie said, pointing at a crowd that had started forming when I started arguing with someone who probably wasn't real. "I think he's gonna need a hand in about five minutes."
"With what?" I asked, straining to hear what was going on. It sounded like people where shouting, "Eat it!" So I could only assume that a poor kid was getting bullied.
"You'll see once you go over there," Eddie answered, and when I turned my head to demand that he just tell me, he was gone already.
I grumbled in annoyance, but got up to my feet and walked over to the crowd to see what was going on for myself.
And I was horrified to see what I found. Some idiot kid was holding a poor kid-probably a freshman-and shoving his face into a plate of...something. I felt even worse for him. The food here was shit.
I eventually found myself standing next to Peter when I heard the bully say to him, "Take a picture, Parker!" As he lifted the kid's face away from the plate, holding him up towards Peter so that he could get a 'good shot'.
"No, I'm not taking a picture," Peter flat out refused, and I wasn't gonna lie when I said I felt my heart slightly swell. "Just put him down." He got this alarmed look on his face when he saw the kid's head go back towards the plate. "Gordon, don't eat it."
The whole crowd just kept cheering for Gordon to eat the spaghetti in front of him, but there were actually some people who looked a bit disinterested, or who looked like they wanted to stick up to the Kid.
But no one did.
Except for Peter.
Which was kind of attractive, now that I think about it.
"Take the picture, Parker," The Bully repeated.
Peter just kept shaking his head. "Put him down, Flash."
Flash? What kind of name was that?
"Do something," Eddie muttered in my ear.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" I asked in my head. Wait, why didn't I just do that whenever I talk to Eddie?
"Back Peter up!" He coached. Before I could say anything, he shoved me slightly, and I crashed right into Peter's side. He caught me before I could fall, but once he had me back on my feet, he turned right back to Flash.
"Say something!" Eddie demanded, and before I could process what I was doing, I blurted, "It's not funny, put the kid down."
I could feel Peter's eyes on me, but I just ignored him as Flash kept telling Peter to take the picture. Peter kept refusing, and kept telling Flash to put Gordon down. I quickly joined in, but Peter silenced everybody when he shouted, "Put him down...Eugene!"
Okay, now at least I knew he had a real name. But by the quiet that followed and the look on Eugene's face as he threw Gordon to the ground-he was not happy. How did Peter know his name, anyways?
Flash headed straight for us, and I could already tell that this was not going to be pretty. I was about to try and do something stupid-stand up to Flash-but Peter pushed me out of the way and some guy caught me before I hit the ground.
My eyes immediately travelled over to the spot where Peter and Flash were, and my heart skipped a beat when I realized that Peter wasn't standing there. It took me a second to register that he was on the ground, Flash sending swift kicks to his chest.
To Peter's credit though, he did get up and try to fight back. It was no match for Flash, though.
Flash was about to kick Peter in the chest again when I decided to do something crazy. I pushed myself off of whoever caught me, walked right up to Flash, and stopped him before he could hurt Peter again. But you wanna know how I did it?
I kind of...punched him in the face.
"Atta girl, Mads," Eddie whispered in my ear.
I swear to God, I didn't mean the punch! I was just going to push Flash away from Peter and tell him to lay off. But the groans that were coming from Peter just sent hot fire coursing through my veins instead of blood. Peter had done nothing wrong! He was just trying to be a good person and stand up to idiots like Flash.
And okay, I didn't want his cute little hair swirl to get ruined.
The punch threw him way off track, I knew that much. I tried ignoring the pain that immediately started forming in my knuckles. I tried ignoring my hand completely. "Lay off, Flash. Why don't you run along and finish your homework, like a good boy? Or do you really want a beating from a girl?"
Now I know what you're thinking-Madeline, your punch shouldn't have hurt Flash so bad! Well, let me tell you something, boys and girls. When you grew up with three brothers and as the only girl in the family, you had to fight for your rights. Ian and I always used to fight over the remote control, Paul and I would fight over the last cookie, and Mike and I would fight over who gets to use the good chair during movie night. I also fought with my Dad to build me a separate bathroom as sharing a bathroom with three boys stopped being an option when I turned thirteen. Also, my Dad enrolled me into a couple self defense classes in case I ever needed it. Well, it came in handy now!
Flash just glared daggers at Peter and I, before gesturing to his friends that it was time to jet. I gave a sarcastic smile as I wiggled my fingers in Flash's direction, as if to say, "Ta-ta", and he was gone.
I let out this enormous breath that I had no idea had formed after they left, and the crowd quickly disbanded. I stood up to Flash! Me! Madeline Beckett! Yes, thank you, thank you. Rocking the superhero status, one dimension at a time.
"Madeline, priorities," Eddie said.
"Right!" I said out loud. I turned around, and walked over to Peter.
A kid that was wandering by knocked Peter's camera right out of his hand, and I was about to kick them in the legs so that they fell over, but they were gone before they had the chance.
Peter quickly grabbed his camera, and it looked like it was in a whole bunch of pieces. I didn't really know how cameras work, so I didn't know if this was fixable or not. But I still wanted to make sure Peter was okay.
I knelt down next to him. "Think it'll live?" I asked, and Peter's head shot right up at the sound of my voice. I nodded my head to the piece of technology in his hands. "Your camera. Think it'll live?"
He started tinkering with it. "Maybe."
I smiled and offered him a hand. "Good."
Peter hesitated for a second before he took it, and I helped him stand up. "Are you okay? Maybe you should see the nurse. No offence, but that looked like it hurt."
He had a small bump on his forehead, his jaw was starting to swell, and he a few scratches here and there. The only thing I was really worried about is his chest and his head. He could have gotten a concussion.
"I'll be fine," He dismissed.
"The swelling in your jaw says otherwise," I told him. "If you're not going to go to the nurse, at least let me take a look at you."
Peter was clearly about to object, but I pointed a finger in his direction. "I hope you realize that I'm not taking no for an answer."
Peter smiled shyly. "Fine, if it'll make you happy."
"It would," I told him. I grabbed his arm and told him to sit on one of the benches beside a vending machine while I ran and grabbed my stuff by the tree I was sitting by. In the whole Flash drama, I completely forgot I left it.
Eddie was just standing by the tree, a victory smile on his face.
"Wipe that smug look off of your face before I take it off for you," I said to him as I grabbed my bag. I turned around to run back to Peter.
"Like you did to Flash?"
I stopped in my tracks, and turned my head, a smile on my face. "Exactly."
I got back to Peter, who, to my surprise, was still sitting on the bench, working away on his camera.
"How does the situation look?" I asked as I sat next to Peter.
He looked up at me, before slightly blushing and looking back down. "I think I might be able to fix it."
I reached into my bag and pulled out the bottle of lemonade. It was still really cold, so I just hoped that it would help with the swelling. "Here," I said, holding it up so he can see it. "It's no ice pack, but since you refuse to go to the nurse, it'll have to do."
I gently put the bottle on his jaw, and his hand reached up to take the bottle from me. Don't tell anyone, especially not Eddie, but I liked helping Peter Parker. I felt...good. Which was why I gave him a look that told him that I could hold it and pointed down at his camera, "You have a more pressing matter at hand, doctor."
But didn't everyone feel good after they help people?
"You shouldn't have stood up to Flash," Peter said quietly. "He could have hurt you."
"Please," I said with an eye roll. "I think I did more damage to him than he did to me."
"Really?" Peter asked, finally looking over at me so that he was looking at my face. I got locked in his brown orbs, trying not to drown as he took my hand with the lemonade bottle off of his face. He put the bottle in his lap and held up my hand so that I could look at the back of it. To my horror, there was blood on my knuckles. "You hurt him more?"
I pulled my hand out of Peter's grasp. "I'm fine. I probably just cut my hand on his tooth, that's all."
"That's all?" He repeated. "A guy's tooth cut your hand open!"
"And that same guy could have given you a concussion, Parker," I retorted. Ugh, he was making me so angry! Just let me help you!
Why did that sound so weird?
Peter reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled, though unused, tissue. Gently, he began wiping the dried blood off of my hands.
"It's all dried up," I told him. "I'm fine." Once he was done, I took my hand back and started wiggling my fingers. "I'm okay. I still have all ten of my fingers." I started doing jazz hands. "I can still do jazz hands."
That lead to Peter and I sharing a laugh, and that's when I realized that I probably embarrassed the poor guy. A girl had to save him. Might as well apologize. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I'm sorry if I humiliated you. I mean, a girl did have to save you," I pointed out.
"No, it's fine. It actually reminded me of the time in the second grade where Tommy Emerson took the basketball I was playing with, and you kicked him, and, these were your words, 'right where the sun doesn't shine'," Peter told me.
My heart skipped a beat. I was pretty sure by the time I was done here I'd have gone into cardiac arrest at least twice. "You remember something I said in the second grade?" I asked, my heart warming up to Peter Parker.
I wish I hadn't said that, because he immediately started blushing. Aw, no, I didn't mean to embarrass the guy! Again!
Lucky for the both of us, the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. "Well, I should get to my next class," Peter said, stumbling to stand up.
"Okay, well," I said, standing up. I took my eyes off of Peter to pick up my own bag. I looked back up as I said, "I'll see you-"
Peter was no where to be seen.
"Later?" I finished, questioning myself more than Peter. Was I really making him that uncomfortable?
"You know why you were making him uncomfortable," Eddie said as I began walking to my next class.
"So he's uncomfortable around girls," I said. "Happens to a lot of guys."
"That may be true, but you're not 'just a girl' to Peter," He told me.
"Wait," I said, literally coming to a stop. "Do you know what-or, who I am to Peter Parker?"
Eddie started stammering, like he wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"Eddie, tell me, right now," I said in my best threatening voice.
"Oh, would you look at that?" Eddie said, looking at the watch he had on his wrist. "You're late for history class. Go on!"
He vanished and my eyes widened as I stepped forward to stop him. "Hey! Come back!"
"Ms. Beckett?" I heard, and I turned around to see a middle aged, female teacher. "Are you all right?"
I cleared my throat, blushing to the tips of my ears. "Yeah, I'm fine."
She didn't look like she believed me, so I quickly spun around and (after a quick look at my times table to find out where the damn room was), I began dashing to my history class.
So I did have some sort of history with Peter Parker. Now I'd just got to go home and dig it up.
But for now, I had regular history.
Not the kind I would like to be learning right now.
TBC...
Yay! We actually got some movie stuff in there, and a bunch of Peter and Mads interaction. I wasn't going to have Eddie in there, but he just randomly came to me as I was writing the scene when she goes up to her bedroom. I think it'd be good for her to have someone to talk to that isn't herself. Or is it?
Anyways, I'm really happy with the positive response I've been getting! Could we keep it up?
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