Today was homecoming.
Of course I've always dreamed of going to homecoming and having that whole "duff" moment when the popular guy chooses me instead of the hot popular girl/popularity itself.
I've always wanted to go shopping for homecoming dresses and shoes and being able to find that absolute perfect dress that just makes me glow.
But I never thought about the person.
The person that I'd want to go with.
And no, I don't have a Wesley Rush to sweep me off my feet. I have Peter Parker, and I wouldn't change that for anyone.
But this entire thing going on right now, I never thought would happen. I always thought that I'd want to go no matter what.
But here I am. In my house, alone, staying in my pj's and eating ice cream while watching movies. On homecoming night, not going, because of a boy.
I can understand the movies now.
Something in me wanted Peter to get a clue and rush over here with flowers and some cute romantic gesture. But this is real life, it isn't some fairytale.
"Meribella, my system finally got a hit on one of the men we saw from the cameras on the ferry. Would you like to see the files?"
I sat up straight and pushed the ice cream aside, sadly.
"Yea, pull them up."
Pictures of different people popped up on the screening table in front of me.
I saw a man that I hadn't seen before, but I'm assuming he was the vulture guy that peter was fighting.
Then I saw a picture of a beautiful women, black hair and dark skin, because this program is closely, well, programmed. I'd assumed that was his wife. But the third photo had me speechless.
"Liz?"
A picture of Liz was underneath the other two pictures. The moms name was Doris Toomes, and Vultures real name was Adrian Toomes.
But then why was Liz's last name Allen?!
"Oh no... no no no. Vulture is Liz's dad?!!" I shouted, jumping up from the couch and sprinting upstairs.
"Grace! Get the car ready!"
I hurried up into my room and immediately pulled out whatever I could. I needed to get to Peter and let him know, Liz is at the dance, and vulture is out there right now. If he sees Peter sees him, he'll go after him, I know it. Without any back up or anything which is totally stupid but exactly what peter will do.
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I'm only wearing black, but underneath a long sleeved dress.
I can't go into the dance and get peter looking like I'm about to rob a bank,
My mask was tucked into the side of my jeans.
I tried my best to run but wearing black sneakers under a formal dress tends to gain some attention.
I ran as fast as I could into the dance, which the security was very bad, no one was even there to stop me since I didn't have a ticket. I literally ran right in.
I felt scared, panicked. I needed to get to Peter.
As soon as I turned my head in the opposite direction, I saw Peter.
Smiling, with his hands on Liz's waist.
He seemed so happy. The way he was looking at her. How they danced, how she looked at him.
I could hear my heart cracking.
"Meribella?"
I turned my head to look at whoever called my name, and immediately saw Ned walking over to me. When I looked back to Peter, he wasn't dancing anymore.
He was standing away from Liz, looking at me dead in the eyes with a look on his face that I couldn't figure out.
And look that I didn't want to see.
I turned towards Ned and tried moving passed him as fast as I could.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come."
And with that I was gone, running through the hallways.
I threw my dress off as I ran, showing the all black kick-ass outfit I had on underneath.
I will admit, I looked badass in this.
Peter seemed obviously occupied at the moment, which meant one thing.
I have to go find vulture.
"Bella!"
I don't think I've ever turned around so fast in my life, but at the same time, it felt like slow motion.
My hair was whipping outwards as I flung my head, the image of Peter standing at the end of the hallway was becoming clearer by the second.
We both stared at each other for a long second, but it took everything in me to break it.
"No wait! Please!"
Did I want to though? What was the point? He likes Liz, it's obvious.
"Why Peter?" I asked. Turning back around to look at him, I could see that he moved closer to me.
"Why should I? Why are you even with me right now? You should be with Liz."
"No, I shouldn't. I should be with you."
I know that comment should make me swoon, but I didn't. Instead, I just got mad.
"Me? You should be with me?! Peter, do you understand how you look at her? It's like she's your damn oxygen."
My voice betrayed me and cracked, and I could feel beads falling down slowly.
He didn't dare walk any closer to me, he stayed right where he was, just looking at me. The expression on his face killed my heart the longer I looked at him.
"Why did you come tonight? I thought you weren't coming..."
Is that all he really had to say?! After everything, after how he has acted, this is what he says.
"Ha... you would have liked that wouldn't you? Ya know, since you've been hating me for weeks now. Never wanting to even look at me."
His shoulders fell, and his head dropped after I said this.
"I-I'm sorry. I wish I could explain but-... but I can't."
An explanation would have been nice, but I guess I was expecting too much by thinking he'd actually give me one.
"I have things to do, go back to your dance Peter."
I tried to turn around and walk away but he called out again, and his voice stops me every time.
"Where are you going Bella? You look like your on some kind of mission."
I didn't say a word, but the silence alone was an answer for him.
I turned my head back a bit to look at him. He was serious. Deadly serious.
"You're not going alone. Whatever it is you're doing, I don't care. Not alone."
"You don't get to tell me what I can or can't do. I don't need Spider-Man's protection."
Ooooof, oh shit.
Peters eyes went wide, I thought they were going to fall out of his head. Now was when he started walking closer.
"How long have you known?" He asked in a serious yet hushed tone.
I tried not to look at him, but the pull was too strong. My eyes soon found his and I couldn't look away.
"At the monument... you said Bella. You called me Bella when you saved me..."
His gaze was strong, too strong for me. I wanted him. I wanted to hug him, kiss him. Anything, just to be close to him.
My wishes came true once I felt pressure, the heat on my lower back.
He was pulling me towards him.
"Bella... I'm sorry."
His stare was strong, there was no sign of weakness in it at all, no blink, so shyness.
He was serious.
I tried not to start crying, I held back tears the best I could.
"Why'd you do it? Why did you ignore me these passed weeks?" I whispered, too afraid that if I spoke up my voice would give into the pressure.
He just shook his head and held me tighter.
"There is no excuse for it, I shouldn't have. I thought... I thought you'd be safer, if I did... you're dad thought so too.."
He put his hand up to stop me from interrupting, which I was definitely about to do.
"-He was just worried. And I was too. I never stop worrying about you."
His voice went soft, as he rested his forehead against mine, and let out a husky breath.
I wanted him, and I needed him. These passed few weeks were miserable. Yes, true, no girl ever needs a man in her life. But hell, for
Me, it sure helps if peter is in it.
"Wait. Peter, I-i need to go. Vulture... he's out there and he needs to be stopped and I gotta-"
"Vulture? Bella what the hell are you getting into?" His hands were instantly pressed on my shoulders as he stared deeply into my freaking soul.
How could I ever deny that??
"He's Liz's Dad Peter. And I have a feeling that he's around here somewhere. And I need to get him-"
"No. I got this." He put me aside and walked by, lifting up the lockers with one hand as if it was nothing, picked up some kind of bundle of clothes then started to walk away.
"Hey-.. What?! No! You are not just going to put me on the side lines!! I'm doing this with you!" I shouted.
He turned around slowly and angrily. Where the hell was all this testosterone coming from?!
"No. You're not."
Before I could think about what he was doing he shot webs at me that stuck me straight to the lockers.
I gasped as I hit up against them, feeling my body trapped.
"Stay." He ordered with daggers in his eyes, walking away without a second glance...
As if I'm gonna stay.
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