Chapter two
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Peter stuck his spiter web in her mug, and touched her lipstick prints like he were marking his territory. He separated her from others in the crowded elevator and overheard her talking to colleagues. He silently resents them for treating him as a stalker.
He’s not a stalker. He just wants her to be happy.
He wants to touch her and make her feel his warmth.
As the crowd pushed into the elevator, her back involuntarily pressed against his chest. She is so soft and warm, and she smells SO good. She nestles in his arms, obediently accompanying him, she is that lovable. Peter loves every inch of her skin, her hair, and her soft, beautiful, and tasty lips.
He couldn't help but get aroused around her. He shoots his spider web toward her back.
He hoped she wouldn't get mad. Because he remembers that was her favorite jacket. She ware it at least twich a week.
Peter is not a stalker. He just cares about her and wants to be around her.
She needs company. He thought.
Even after Mr. Stark revoked the task, he still followed her home every day.
New York City is a dangerous place.
And she is such an excellent lawyer with so many enemies. If anything happens to her, Peter won't ever forgive himself.
It's not a coincidence to meet her in the library. Peter knew that before every appearance in court, she would stay up late in the library, reciting materials.
That is their first formal meetup.
She is even more kind and friendly in his imagination. Of course, even more beautiful.
She sounds very different when she is off work, more… tired, but very sweet. She is such a gentle person.
Peter wants to know what she sounds like when she's in a more private place.
Will it still sound this gentle?
Is she going to pet his head and stroke his hair and tell him that he is her hero? Her own hero?
Or will she be more enthusiastic, making urgent and helpless appeals?
He wants to know more.
He has to know more.
But he has the patience of a spider, like the predator he is, and will wait.
Wait patiently in the dark.
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Her
She can often meet Peter Parker in the reading room latetly.
Probably because he needs to complete the history class project he mentioned earlier.
Every time they met, she would always nod and smile, say hello to him, and then start doing her own thing.
“Hey.. are you okay? You don't look very well, "Peter asked with concern today.
She doesn't usually talk about her personal stuff with people, not mention this half stranger. So she smiled and answered.
”I’m okay, just been busy lately. You know, working stress.”
That was not true, she thought. Actually, she just had the worst night ever. She was awakened in the middle of last night.
Because of some weird sounds coming out of her window.
It sounds like something is scratching her window glass, trying to break through.
She lives in a high-rise apartment on the 37th floor, and there can't be anyone outside.
But what could it be? Bird? Maby.
She looked out anxiously, but there was nothing outside the window.
In the end, she fell asleep in a daze. She did not sleep well. She even had a strange dream of being bound by spider webs all night.
Peter frowned and said, "You should relax. You are burning out yourself.”
She sighed and didn't expect to be cared about by a college student one day. "Peter, adult society is like this. Is competitive. Most people can't survive without working hard. So am I. I just want to make more money while I'm young.”
Peter's brow furrowed even tighter.
She thought he’s a kid?
He is NOT a child. He’s pretty sure he is an adult. Even though she is a little older than him.
Don't mention that he has gone through so many things. Several times, he almost died.
He knows how to comfort her as an adult.
How to protect her and how to touch her
Maby, he should visit her tonight again.
To prove his point.
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Her
She worked very late.
When she was done, Peter was still sitting in the corner, reading his books and taking notes.
No one was around.
“It’s already pretty late, are you not going home?” She asked him with a little worry in her tone. “Need a ride?”
Peter raised his head with a slightly surprised expression. But very soon he was having that sweet smile again. “It’s alright, I’ll just take the subway. I don’t think your home is in that direction.”
“Direction? Where you live?”
“Queens.” He answered.
He is right, there are not the same directions. She looks out of the window, it’s already pretty late out there. She doesn’t think taking the subway will be a safe solution. Not mentioned Peter looks so nice and harmless. It’s still a little dangerous for him to walk outside alone.
“Don’t worry, I drive.” She shaked a couple time of her car key, terned to him and said. “let’s go?”
“Oh o..ok thank you!” Peter lowered his head to put up his things, with a hint of shyness in his voice.
“haha don’t be scared, I won’t bite.” She can’t help but tease him a little.
Peter lifted his gaze from under his curly hair and approached her carefully and keenly, his brown eyes flashing with a weird light of emotion.
She couldn't tell what this emotion was for a moment.
“I'm not scared, "he said, smiling and looking back.
She drove Peter home.
There was a soothing Bach tune in the car, and the back seat was littered with soft cushions and a little Hulk blanket. Peter found that she really likes the merch related to the hulk. She has several pillows, a blanket, a coaster, and a three-dimensional bookmark, all of which belong to the Hulk.
"Why do you like the Hulk?” He is very curious.
He effectively concealed his jealousy.
She glanced in the rearview mirror and said, "Oh, I didn't particularly choose him. These are all the prizes I won at the group's game.
Peter felt a little relieved, but his curiosity quickly drove him to ask, "Who is your favorite superhero?”
“Of course I like all of them, "she frowned.
Although it sounds sincere, Peter is not satisfied.
She must have a preference.
Who could it be?
Peter knows that captain is often the most popular among younger women.
Men are completely defenseless to Natasha's charm.
“Do you like Mr. Stark? "Peter asked. This is the only reason he can think of why she loves her job so much.
She’s trying to change a topic. "I've already told you, I like them all.”
“I mean… the kind If you choose one as your boyfriend. Who do you like more?”
She started to feel a bit strange.
She doesn't like to share personal emotions too much, especially with Peter, a boy she hardly knows much about. He asked a bit too much. Oh my god, he can't be interested in her, can he? She needs his partner to be more mature and take care of his career and life. She is more willing to choose dating with her peers.
“I haven’t thought of those yet.” She's trying to answer this question as vaguely as possible.
“Oh” Peter awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “It’s okay… I mean.. sorry…I don’t meat to ..I support the l***q community too…”
“No Peter.” She sighed and smiled lightly at him. “It’s okay, no need to say sorry. But no, I’m straight.”
Peter nodded, as if feeling guilty for his reckless question.
Soon, she drove the car to his neighborhood.
They ended the conversation after that. Peter looked out the window and admired the street view without asking any more questions.
“Do you need me to walk you home?" She pulled over the car try to make a joke.
“No, I’ll be fine. Thank you. " Peter smiled with a smile that could melt the heart of a 14–80-year-old woman. "Please be careful when you go home.”
She also smiled and nodded. "No problem, I have pepper spray."
**
Peter didn't go home.
He followed her car far away, crossing over half of the city from the top of the building, and finally entered her apartment.
She is a woman without any safety awareness.
She often forgot to lock her window.
Perhaps she thinks she lives in a high-rise building and there won't be any danger outside the window.
This is not right.
She lives alone, has a regular schedule, and doesn't have a pet. None of her family members live in New York, and she doesn't have any close friends.
The sound insulation effect of the doors and windows is very good. If any unexpected things happen in her apartment, the neighbors won't even be able to hear her at all.
She is an effortless target for any criminal.
Peter sighed in his mind.
When he was protecting this city, he had seen too many crimes and knew that New York was never a safe place. She is too fragile, too trusting, and too easily injured.
Peter wanted to put her under his own protection. He can’t bear to let her out of sight for even a second.
When she walked into the living room, he was staring at her, throwing out her bedroom door crack.
She was drinking a martini and leaning against the kitchen counter in a daze. She seems very lonely. This house is so empty and full of ominous coldness. Peter wants to give her more flowers and butterflies to fill the gaps in her heart and body.
She was smiling when she put down her glass. Did she think of anything good?
What was she thinking?
Is it something that happened today? Did she ever think of her?
Maybe she did. Because she only smiled at him today.
Peter couldn't help but smile at her, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
She is such a kind and beautiful person.
She would greet inconspicuous college students, proactively introduce them to the reading room books, and even walk around most of the city at midnight to take them home.
Peter felt strange about why there were no men around her like bees.
Can't they see her beauty?
Of course, the fact that there were no other men around her was a good thing for Peter.
But he was still indignant about her.
She deserves a better man.
A man who can see her shining spot.
A man who can protect her.
A man like him
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