SPIDER-MAN IMAGINES

The Month Before | Peter Parker [TH] x Reader (The Before and After Series)

this was a series that i started this past week on tumblr. i will be moving it here today and MIGHT have a part three out tonight :-)

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"Hey, Happy. It's, uh, been a while since I called. I figured I might have annoyed you enough before everything happened, ya know?" He let out an awkward laugh. "Well, anyway... I stopped a couple of robberies today. Do you have any idea as to why so many criminals prefer to rob in the evening? Like, it's still light outside! Anyway... I'm finished for the night and I... I was just wondering how you're doing. It's, uh, like I said... been a while. So... call me back if you can. If you want, I guess. I- oh. My spidey senses are tingling so I gotta go! Bye, Happy!"

Peter hung up his phone and perched up on the metal railing. With one hand, Peter pulled the rest of his mask down his face.

"So what is going on..." he muttered, feeling his brain tingle with nervous energy.

Suddenly, a scream ripped through the air. He turned his head and shot a web upward. His feet left the railing and he swung through the air, heading towards an alley.

"Help! Someone help!" A girl was pushed up against a wall as a man tore through her backpack. She was holding her face, like she'd just gotten punched.

"I just said shut up!" a male warned, and Peter saw the gleam of a knife in the setting sun.

He landed on the ground. "Didn't anybody ever teach you any manners?" Peter asked. He shot a web at the guy's face, yanked him forward, and let him meet his fist. The man dropped to the ground. "Oops - that was kinda hard. You okay? Oh, he's unconscious. He's fine."

He looked to the girl.

"Are you okay?"

"I, uh-" Her jaw dropped and eyes went wide.

At the same time, Peter's spidey senses went off again. "Yikes!" he muttered, turning around and seeing a group of three men holding small (but loaded) hand guns. One of them fired a bullet, the girl yelped, and Peter wasted no time to shoot a web, wrap an arm around her, and leave the ground.

"Hang, on, hang on!" he shouted, turning so that if one of them happened to have good aim, they would hit him with a bullet instead of her. He dropped her on top of a roof and then let go of her. "Sorry, sorry - I didn't want to grab you like that, but... you okay?"

She looked sick as she stumbled on her feet, then slowly lowered herself to the ground. She pulled her knees up to her face and wrapped her shaking arms around her legs.

Peter squatted. "Should I call an ambulance for you?"

"N-No," she muttered, lifting her head, which she started shaking. "No. I'm... I'm okay." She looked at him. "You saved my life, Spider-Man."

"That's what Spider-Man does."

"Yeah, but, like... if they had shot at me, that bullet would have hit you. And you would be fine with that?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

"I assure you, a bullet hitting me would be far less of a mess than if a bullet hit you." He laughed a little, then tilted his head. "So you're okay?"

"I think I am... considering."

"Good. Can you tell me why an entire gang was after you?" he asked.

"I don't know. One of them ran after me to take my bag. And I was going to let them have it, but they said they would kill me anyway. They said the louder I was, the more pain I would feel and I just... I had to scream for help, because it was my only chance."