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Selcouth Chapter 2

steven grant x male reader

note: this is a little longer than chapter one and there are mentions of slight touching/romantic tensions. nothing extreme, mostly fluff and deep tension. I did my best to pace this story. also, special thanks to @xenizo for editing!

Summary: You eat together at the cafe, getting to know one another more. Attending classes together and getting tutored every day makes tensions grow further. word count: 2.9k Chapter 3

During the walk to the cafe, Steven asked you questions about your recent move to London. Him showing interest in you and your life meant a lot to you. “You said you’re new here right? Did you just move to London?” he asked, turning to you with a slight tilt of his head. You found it cute, like he was a little puppy that was curious about this new person in front of him. Although, you felt quite strange around him, a feeling you’ve never felt before. You’ve had friendships here and there, even if it didn’t last long but this spark between the both of you was unfamiliar yet comforting. It felt amazing. Selcouth.

“Yes I did, guessing by my accent you could probably already tell” you laughed nervously, continuing to follow him.

“If I may ask, why did you move here?” he asked and gently pulled you closer to him by the sleeve since there were a lot of people coming towards the both of you and it was easy to get lost. You appreciated the gentle gesture. He may be shy and timid, but he was also kind and thoughtful. It made you want to get to know him more.

“No worries, no one’s ever really asked before, but I used to live with my parents back in the States. They were.. interesting.. people, I couldn’t really live my life without them getting on me for everything. Just got fed up because I didn’t wanna follow in their footsteps and join the military. So I decided to fly to a different country and start fresh, without either of them to bother me,” you felt a familiar burning sensation forming at the back of your throat as you relived the memories you have been through growing up. Remembering that it was easy to leave home because you never had connections and it didn’t hurt to leave. That was because there was no one back home worth staying for.

Steven noticed your demeanor change and sighed softly, nodding his head in response as you told your story. He could relate in some ways as his upbringing also made him alone. Marc broke the news a few years ago about how Steven came to be and it’s a feeling Steven could never forget. Realizing what he was made to do but it made the two of them closer than ever, along with Jake too of course. The only person the three worth staying for was Marc’s father, who treated him quite well growing up in an attempt to cheer him up and love him as he is even after the incident. It seemed as if he was the only person who understood that it was an accident.

“Steven? You alright?” you asked and Steven looked over at you and realized he had zoned out. You two were almost at the cafe and he replied, “Yeah of course! I apologize, I was just thinking about how I sort of relate to how you’re feeling as well.”

You smiled and you looked up to see you arrived at the cafe. Being the gentleman that you are, you opened the door for Steven and did a little sarcastic bow and he laughed and it sent butterflies to your stomach. Oh how beautiful it was to hear that. The two of you got seated down and you looked down at the menu, seeing just how many options there were, it overwhelmed you a bit. You can see why Steven comes here.

“As I was saying earlier, I understand. When I first moved to London it was nerve wracking. But I promise you, it gets easier..” he said that last part under his breath and you looked up at him just in time to see him smile at you. You smiled back, feeling butterflies erupt from your stomach once again.

“Thank you, Steven. It means a lot. I was really nervous to start new in an entirely different place and I thought it would be hard to find new friends but here you are. We were at the right place at the right time,” you gave him an appreciative smile, “I feel less alone now because of you,” it felt cheesy to say that, it sounded like something you’d hear in a romance movie.

‘I like him,’ Marc said and Steven saw Marc’s reflection on the glass table, he felt at peace with the fact that Marc likes you too. It was nice knowing Marc liked you too.

“Of course, you don’t need to thank me. I’d like to thank you too though for giving me the opportunity to.. have a companion. But you’re not just that— you’re also a friend, or an acquaintance, or- uh, I don’t want to assume,” he stammered awkwardly and it made you chuckle softly. ‘What a dork,’ you thought to yourself, ‘a cute dork.’

“Yes we’re friends, Steven,” you said with a reassuring smile and a playful tone. The waiter approached your table and asked if you would like anything to drink.

“I’m not sure- uh… water, I guess?”

“I’ll have a water as well,” you answer as well.

“Alright then, 2 waters. Would you like ice in either of those?”

You both say, “yes,” at the same time, and you look over at Steven to find he’s already looking at you too with a smile. The coordination was a bit surprising.

“And are you ready to order now or would you like a moment to think it over?”

You both answered, “yes,” in unison again. Steven tilts his head down in embarrassment. This time, you were already looking at him, amused.

After you both ordered your food, you handed the menus back to the waiter.

The waiter returned after a few minutes with your drinks. After unwrapping your straw, you played with the wrapper, leaving it on the end of the straw and putting it up to your lips, aiming at Steven. You blew and it shot at him, hitting him in the chest. You erupted with laughter at your mischief, the dumbfounded look on his face was just so funny. He let out a small chuckle and looked back down to continue working on something. You looked down as well to see what he was doing. After a moment, you realized he was making an origami star.

Once he finished folding it up, he handed it to you, telling you he made it for you. It was beautiful, for being made from a straw wrapper. You were impressed with how he made it so quickly and effortless. You took out your wallet, placing it inside one of the folds so you could see it every time you took it out. Steven watched you do this and blushed, seeing Marc appear on the glass once again with a huge smile on his face. It made him happy to see Steven happy.

After some time, your food arrived. While eating, the two of you continued to engage in conversations about ancient egypt, your military parents, and your similarity in music taste. Something you found incredibly attractive about him was how he’d describe a certain topic to you with such passion. Even though you hadn’t known each other for long, you quite liked being around Steven. It gave you a sense of comfort that you had never experienced before, even with your past friendships.

Steven glanced down at his watch and his eyes widened, “Oh bollocks, lecture starts in 15!” he exclaimed and hastily finished his meal and as did you. He paid for your meal even though you insisted but he didn’t give you much of a choice, being that if you were to argue, you’d both be late. The both of you ran back to campus, laughing out loud in synchrony from nervousness but also adrenaline from being almost late. You didn’t mind much though, you were with Steven and he didn’t seem to mind either.

You made it to the lecture just in time and sat next to each other. You once again pulled out your pens and notebook from your bag.

As the lecture goes on, less and less notes were being written on your paper. It was starting to get difficult to understand what the teacher was saying. You spoke English just fine and understood it well too, but the content of course was so complex. Steven, your lack of notes and obvious confusion and moved closer to you to see if he could help. He wrote simplified definitions on your paper and whispered explanations to help you make sense of it all. You could feel Steven’s thigh touching yours, he had scooted so close to you. You let out a small sigh, feeling those butterflies in your chest once again and a warm feeling pooling in your stomach.

You tried your best to pay attention but you were engulfed by Steven’s scent and his whispering in your ear made it too distracting for you. Not in a bad way though, it couldn’t ever be bad. You just nodded your head, pretending you knew what he was saying and what Professor Monroe was talking about as well.

After an hour, class was over and you looked at your paper and stared down at Steven’s handwriting, it was neat and readable. You looked at your own and frowned, not even remembering what you had written, you couldn’t make out the words.

“I hope you didn’t mind me writing in your notebook, I figured I’d help you out. I could tutor you too if you’re willing to give it a shot.. no need to pay me back either,” he reassured you. You were quite embarrassed about needing help with a subject that should be easy for you. You wanted to accept it but you felt the need to give him something in return for his time and patience.

“That would be great Steven.. But, I’d like to pay for your meals or make some for you if you’d like in return. I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness,” you explained and he smiled at you once again. You couldn’t help but think about how charming he is.

“Oh don’t even worry about it, you aren’t in the slightest. I.. I just want to help out and it’s something I can assist with, or something I’ll at least try my best to assist with,” he replied nervously, “We can meet somewhere between five and six tonight if you’d like. I have things to do after our lectures so I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

You took out a gum wrapper you had in your pocket and took your pen, writing down your number on it. You handed it to Steven and he smiled from ear to ear, folding it up and safely putting it in his pocket.

“I’ll phone you, yeah?” he said with a bit of confidence in his voice and you nodded, doing your best to contain your excitement.

After classes, Steven made his way back to his flat. Standing in front of the door, he unlocked it and made his way inside. He sat down to take off his shoes and Marc had appeared in the mirror in front of him.

“Steven, are you alright?”, Marc asked, concerned. It’s not that he thought there was something wrong, there was just an odd feeling that he could feel coming from Steven and he had taken note of it. He’s sure that Jake has too but he pays no attention to it.

Steven looked up at the reflection and nodded, “yeah, mate. Why do you ask?” he questioned as he fumbled with his shoelaces until he finally got his shoes off. He paused and sighed, “alright, maybe there is something on my mind..”

“And that is?” Marc inquired, realizing that this interaction had been the kindest one Steven has ever had. His coworkers at the museum hadn’t been the kindest and would boss him around, it was clear they didn’t respect him. This bothered him, he wished he could do something about that but this job was the only thing that could get them by during these tough times.

“[Y/N] is so nice to me.. I’m just wondering why he is. I don’t understand, Marc, it’s quite terrifying. What if he finds out about.. Us? I’ll have to tell him some day, it’s hard to always be fronting and I’m exhausted," Steven expressed, exhausted and leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.

“I understand.. We should probably wait before saying anything, just in case. Perhaps let's get to know him better first,” Marc suggested. Steven mumbled incoherently in response and the other realized he had fallen asleep. Marc took this opportunity and took control of the body, letting Steven rest before his shift at the museum.

[Time skip]

Months passed by, you and Steven had grown closer and closer over the time that had passed. You two were Inseparable, you were always seen together both on and off of campus unless either of you had work. You found comfort and security in one another and felt confident enough to say that you were each other’s best friend. However, there was a fine line between being best friends and being more. Both of you understood the difference, but the line blurred more and more with each passing day. Deep down you felt something for him but didn’t want to ruin the friendship that you two had and held so dear, and Steven didn’t either. The feeling was driving him insane, as the tension grew between you two, he couldn’t help but think about you. No one else, just you. Even though the both of you have made friends, giving each other the confidence to make more relations, the bond the both of you had could never be replaced.

It was 5 PM and you climbed the stairs to the library, making your way to the same section that you and Steven have been meeting at for the past 6 months. The both of you had spent hours studying, reading about ancient egypt, and talking about anything that came to mind.

As you made your way to the table, you saw that Steven was already there. He gave you a quick wave and another one of his charming smiles, “hello!” he beamed, excitement in his voice. You found it adorable and gave him a smile as well, sitting down next to him.

“How are you doing today?” he asked as he got out the books needed for today’s study session while you searched through your bag for your notes.

“I’m alright, handsome, just tired of our work for Monroe,” you teased, “how about you?”

His face flushed red and he stammered, “I.. I’m alright! Uh, I… yeah so Monroe’s work! I’ll teach you real quick,” quickly mumbling the last part. His flustered reaction caused a soft laugh to arise out of you.

You listened to Steven as he taught you about context clues and summarized the chapter, breaking down the story into parts that would help you understand better. Instead of paying attention to the paper and the notes being written on it, you caught yourself staring at him as he spoke. You took this time to admire his face, studying his features and every wrinkle and line. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips, captivated by how he enunciated each word. You listened to his gentle voice, and wow, that accent of his made everything flow so smoothly. You realized you were truly falling for him, you have been all this time.

“Hello..? Earth to [Y/N]?” Steven waved his hand in front of your face, looking at you with a gentle, soft smile.

You blinked a few times and readjusted your posture, nodding your head, “yeah! Sorry, I was just thinking..” you admitted and he let out a tiny laugh under his breath, pushing aside your books.

“Thinking about what?” he asked, turning his body slightly to face you. At this point, his face was inches away from yours and you were leaning against each other’s shoulders. A rush of excitement and anxiety made its way in your stomach, butterflies fluttering in your chest as he did this. Did he not realize how close you both were? You looked at his expression, he seemed more concerned than anything. Did he not feel the same way? You wanted to make a move so badly, you just wanted to take the risk and kiss him right here, right now. You had fallen in love with Steven, and you didn’t want to ruin what you had just in case he didn’t feel the same after all these months of spending time with one another.

Your nerves got the best of you and you moved away, not too far to the point he felt you were rejecting him but just enough to not let yourself get tempted. You saw the frown on his face, his eyes telling you that it hurt him slightly. “It’s nothing, there is just a lot going on with this chapter”, and he moved back to his original spot, continuing to talk about the book.

You could feel a shift in the atmosphere and it was awkward, you dreaded this feeling and hated the way Steven felt stiff. Things didn’t feel like they usually did.

Sighing, you took this opportunity to pay closer attention to his words and attempt to understand the material.

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✿❀ VOLUME 2: FAMILIAR FACES MEET ❀✿

Spider-Man Eren! x Fem. Reader

Volume 2: Familiar Faces Meet: Part 2 -> Part 1: Here!

(This is part 2!)

Sypnosis:

An alternate universe where Attack on Titan and the Marvel universe collide. Where the Spider-Man universes collide!

Where the new spider is the one and only nerdy, Eren Yeager. Who happens to have a world stopping crush on you.

Genre:

Attack on Titan, Marvel crossover. Spider-Man and Eren Yeager crossover. Multiple parts.

Word count:

15.4k Words

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Location: The Small Informational Tent…

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You giggled, shooting your hands into the sky. “Yeah! It was huge!” You explained, twirling around in your spot. “Then, it swooped down like— woosh! And picked me up like nothing.” You said, looking directly at Sasha and giggling carelessly.

Sasha laughed, “Dude, that’s terrifying.” She commented, “What did Harry do?”

Run away like a bitch. You shrugged, “I guess I was too busy screaming my head off.” You grabbed the clipboard off the pull-out table, looking at the reports. You were holding a small event for the school. It was to spread awareness about the destruction, and improvement the Avengers are achieving. Ironic? Yes. But, you had to spread awareness. Especially with the recent hate the Avengers had been getting. Also, you did technically work with them so, there was that.

You handed out a lollipop to a small girl who came up to your stand. Smiling sweetly as you leaned over the table. Placing one in her tiny hand, and waving goodbye to her and her parents. Sasha let her head tilt to the side. “Y/n, I don’t know how you do it girl.” She said, leaning down on the table. “You’re organizing a school event, and throwing a party tonight?” She loudly whistled.

You giggled, giving a sheepish smile. “No, it’s nothing, I usually have Jean to help me.” You told the small duo, looking at Connie, “And sometimes, Connie’s there too.” You added.

Connie nodded, “You know it, Babe.” He stood up from the folded chair, doing a small stretch. “Am I bringing something, or–”

“Y/n! Babe!” Someone shouted, cutting Connie off. You gave him a small apologetic look, before turning your head to the sound. Seeing who was calling you out. You sweetly smiled at Jean, wrapping your hands around his torso as he brought you into a hug. You didn’t think he was going to come. Jean wasn't a big fan of school events, let alone informational events. Especially when it came to the Avengers. Jean wasn’t a big fan of them. Jean lifted your head to him. “Party still on tonight, Gorgeous?”

Gorgeous? Wait, isn’t that what– “Yeah, same time and place as always.” Sasha told him, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, nothing new.” You told him, running your fingers over your short, silk dress. “You stayin’ at the vacation house, or leaving right after?” You grabbed a Jolly Rancher lollipop, removing the wrapper and popping the sweet lolly into your mouth.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.” Jean grabbed another lollipop, “I’ll do what I always do.” He popped the sweet lolly into his mouth.

Jean always watched a movie with you after a party. It was a small tradition, something special between you two. You actually really enjoyed it. Oh, and he also helped you clean up. It’s why you adored Jean so much.

You tilted your head, giving a playfully giggle. “And, what’s that?” You grabbed a pen and quickly wrote something down on your clipboard, making Jean quickly look at it.

Jean leaned down, hovering his mouth near your ear. “I’ll have Connie and Sasha clean up.”

Both of their heads perked to that, letting out a simultaneous, “We heard that.” You giggled, walking to the front of the stand. Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Sasha tilted her head at you, “Hey, Y/n?” You turned your head to her, nodding. Eyes wide and inviting. Sasha pressed her lips together, almost as if she was debating on what she was going to say. “Uhm, don’t take this the wrong way or anything but..” she looked at Connie, giving him a look.

Connie returned it, jumping into the conversation. “You sound… different.” He plainly said, making direct eye contact with you. “And,” Connie stopped himself, not wanting to say more.

You blinked, did they catch on? “I– I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, a small uncertain giggle at the end of your sentence.

“It’s not a bad thing, Y/n.” Sasha added, “It’s just– It’s a little different.”

You took a step back, eyes widening, “Is– Do I sound stupid, or something?!” You replied, placing a hand to your chest. Trying to sound offended.

Before you did. Sasha and Connie thought. Connie shook his head, “No, not at all. It just feels like I can have a conversation with you. It’s nice.” Sasha nodded her head in agreement, making Connie gesture to Jean. “Jean, don’t you agree.”

Jean shrugged, texting someone on his phone. “I don’t know, she always sounds the same.” He smiled at his phone, biting his lip.

Connie rolled his eyes.

You gave a defeated smile. Sitting back down on the pull up table, crossing one leg over the other. You quickly checked the phone for the time, pushing a strand of hair back. 3:40 “Only three more hours until I can go home.”

“Six until the party.” Jean added, looking up for a second. Flashing you a small smile. God, you adored Jean’s smile.

You closed your eyes for a moment. Five until the party.

“By the way, is that a locket?” Jean asked, pointing at your necklace.

You slowly opened your eyes, peering at him. Noticing the way his eyes were on your chest. You didn’t know if it was a good thing he noticed your new necklace. “Uh, yeah, it is!” You replied, trying to ignore it. Placing your fingers to the small heart. “It’s nothing too big or noticeable.” For one hundred and seventy dollars.

“Is there a picture inside?” Connie asked, tilting his head at the jewelry. He didn’t notice it until Jean pointed it out.

You smiled fondly, feeling your cheeks heat up. You turned away, placing a hand over your lips. “Yeah, there is.” You softly responded.

“Of who?” Jean asked.

You smiled, pointing a finger at him. “No one you know, Jean.” You responded, “And, how do you know it’s a person? It could be my amazing black cat, Luna.” You leaned forward, “Or, my hairless one, Daisy.” You leaned back over the table, looking to the sky. Smiling to yourself, that was a lie.

However, in the distance, long where you couldn’t see, two boys stood. Bickering to one another. Armin softly groaned, his eyes moving to Eren then back to you. “Dude, aren't you like a superhero? Can’t you just watch from a distance.” He said, gesturing around him.

“We are watching from a distance.”

Armin leaned on a tree, Eren huddled behind it. Peeking out the side at the tent you were at. Too scared to approach you. “I mean like a building distance.” Armin responded, “Not a few feet away like a fucking stalker.” This is just… sad.. Armin loved Eren, was attracted to him maybe, but for the love of god was he getting on his nerves.

Eren turned to Armin, squinting his eyes at him. Almost like he knew what Armin thought. “I don’t say anything when you go on hentai marathons.”

“Out of pocket.” Armin replied, reaching for his phone and checking the time. “C’mon, man this is–” He sighed, running his hand over his face. Hiding his expression, “..weird..”

Eren huffed, adjusting his backpack, and leaning back on the tree. Holding his camera around his neck, toying with the strap. Spider-Man could talk to you, why couldn’t he?

Armin looked at the camera, “Eren, I don't understand why you don’t just go up to the tent, and take some pictures for the school?” He said, putting air quotes around the word school. “Then, talk to her while you’re there.”

Eren blinked a few times. “You know what, that’s actually a really good idea.”

Armin slapped his face, looking at Eren through his fingers. “I don’t know how the hell you’re an Avenger if you couldn’t think of that.” Armin immediately thought of Eren’s job. “Fuck, how the hell are you working at Stark Industries?!” He held back a laugh.

“Well..” Eren slowly started, “Circumstance.” Eren pushed himself off the tree trying to hide the embarrassed blush on his face. Armin had a good point.

“Eren you fight bad guys.” He said, “You might fight someone like Ultron one day, and if you can’t talk to Y/n, how are you…”

“I don’t know.” Eren quickly responded, “Death is temporary, rejection is forever.”

“Actually…” Armin paused, not having the energy to correct his friend. Sometimes Eren could be such a dumbass. Maybe you two were perfect for eachother. “Yeah, yeah.” He responded. “Sure, whatever you think.”

Eren grabbed his camera, holding it to his face. Looking at the few pictures he took. Armin rolled his eyes, “Eren, some distant photos aren’t going to make the ’school’ happy.” He placed a hand on his hip, “Unlike you, I actually want to talk to Y/n.” Armin wanted to know what this event you were holding was about. All he knows is that Tony Stark is funding it. Actually, why was Tony funding this?

“These are fine, don’t worry.” Eren says briefly, trying to hide the face he wanted to make. He was cringing. God, these pictures were not good.

Armin grabbed Eren, pulling him away from the tree. “Oh my god Eren, we’re studen– adults. Stop acting like a–” He tugged on him, struggling considerably. Armin only moved him a few inches because Eren wasn’t prepared. “C’mon, I’m doing you a–!”

“Ren! Armin” You shouted, waving a hand and smiling. Slightly jumping up and down, beckoning them to come over. Jean behind you trying to get you to shut up. He rolled his eyes, and loudly groaned when both boys looked at you. You scolded him for a second, before looking back at them. Smiling invitingly. Ignoring how Jean was practically all over trying to get you to stop. You didn’t care.

Eren felt his eyebrows mush together, catching a glimpse of Jean and you. Why were you always around him? Eren looked back at Armin, seeing the smug smile on his lips. Eren could feel himself scowling at him, “I hate you.”

“You love me.” Armin said with a smile, letting go of Eren and whipping his hands on his pants. “Now, you can get those photos.” He told him, practically skipping his happy ass over to you.

Now, Eren was going to kill him. “I’m going to kill you.”

Armin forced a smile, and shrugged. Happily humming as he made his way over to you. Eren was going to sock him, but he composed himself and looked at the tent. Forcing a smile at you.

You looked good today. You always looked good.

Hair in a bun, sunglasses over your eyes and that silk dress. A black puffy jacket resting on your chair and some black heels. Your bangs out framing your face, gloved hands like always, and your necklace–Wait, you got a new necklace? Was that a locket?

“Oh my gosh! It’s so good to see you two!” You said, pushing your legs to the front of the table and jumping off it in their direction. Smiling sweetly as you placed your hands behind your back. Tilting your head at Eren, quickly glancing at his camera. “Are you here to take a picture for the school?” You asked, gesturing your hand to the tent.

Armin slightly pushed Eren in your direction, trying to motivate him to speak. Eren thickly swallowed, gripping his camera tighter. His ears, burning. “Uhm, yeah...” He wished he was Spider-Man right now.

You blinked a few times, slightly confused. Before tilting your head and pouting your lips. Trying to think for a moment, “Uhm.. Do you need us to pose, or something?” You proposed, blinking at Eren innocently. Giving him an awkward smile. He looked uncomfortable. Oh my gosh, am I making him uncomfortable?! You took a small step back, biting your lip. Almost embarrassed, your cheeks were burning.

Eren could feel his cheeks start to burn. It was so hot, why was it always so hot? “Uhm, well– something like that…” He mumbled, looking down at the ground.

You blinked a few times, I’m totally making him uncomfortable. You gave him your best smile.

Eren could feel it. You smiled. How cute.

“What was that Yeager?” Jean mocked, smiling cockily to himself. Walking towards the table and leaning over it, cupping his ear and laughing to himself. “Couldn’t hear ya.”

“Then maybe, you should start listening.” Is what Spider-Man would’ve said, but Eren wasn’t Spider-Man right now. So, he responded with.. “Uhm, just pose for the camera..”

You twisted your head back, glaring at Jean. Eyebrows mushed together as you slapped his shoulder. “Jean, be nice.” You scolded, “Eren’s actually really sweet.” You said, glancing at Eren for a second. Flashing him a soothing smile.

“You could learn a thing or two about it.” Connie whispered to Jean as he walked to the table.

Jean glared at Connie, but didn’t say anything. Just turned his attention back to Eren. Jean’s eyes moving to Armin. “And Armin.” He greeted, smiling sweetly. “Sorry, you’re just so easy to miss.”

You awkwardly giggled, seeing the tension rise between the three males. Connie noticed it too, “How about we take the picture?” Connie voiced, placing a hand on Jean's shoulder.

You nodded in agreement, turning to Eren and smiling. “Yeah, I can’t wait to get another photo from you.” You couldn’t help but say. You regretted it as soon as it left your mouth. Your cheeks were burning again.

“Another one?” Jean asked, his attention on you. “You guys hang out?” Alone?

“Yes.” You said.

“No.” Eren said.

You turned to Eren, blinking a few times. He looked at you, returning your confused expression. You could feel something tug at your heart. “Do we not hang out?...” You asked, slightly hurt and pained by his response.

“Well, yeah, but.. for school and work.” Jesus, what was he saying? Just agree with her goddammit.

“You two work together?” Jean asked, interrupting the conversation between you two. His eyebrows were mushed together. “Actually, no scratch that– you have a job?” He asked you, running his tongue over his teeth.

“Well, it’s like.. it’s nothing big.” You quickly defended. Your skin burning up from the pressure.

“Makes sense.” Jean quickly responded. “I wouldn’t expect Yeager to work anywhere, but Mcdonalds.” He smiled at you, “No offense.”

You mushed your eyebrows together, crossing your arms over your chest. Mumbling a, “None taken.” So much was taken.

“You know what, you should just take the picture Eren.” Armin voiced, trying to de-escalate the situation. He could practically see Jean rolling up his sleeves. This was probably going to end in a fight. Like it almost always did.

“Yeah, Listen to your boyfriend Yeager.” Jean said with a cocky laugh. “I mean, you want to ride his dick tonight right?” He leaned over the table, tilting his head and looking down at Eren. “So be a good boy.”

Eren felt his jaw drop.

You felt your jaw drop.

Eren was going to fucking rock his shit.

“How about we just take the picture?” You told Eren, placing a hand on his arm. Smiling at him fondly. Eren could feel his face burn by your proximity. He wanted you closer.

“Jean’s just in a salty mood, because some girl refused to sleep with him.” Connie voiced, scrolling through his messages. When did he grab Jean’s phone?

Jean quickly grabbed the device from his friend’s hand, shoving it into his pocket. “Don’t take my shit.” He said, glaring at Connie.

“Yeah, yeah.. Let’s just take the picture already!” Connie rebutted.

You giggled as you leaned your head on Eren’s shoulder, tilting your head up to look at Eren. “You can print it out and give it to me when I go to your house.”

Jean’s eyes were on you. He leaned over the table, grabbing your hand and tugging you away from Eren. “Stand next to me.” Since when were you so friendly with Eren?

You clasp your hands together, closing your eyes and smiling. “Awh, Jean–Boy! You want me to be next to you in the picture!” You said, going to his side and hugging his arm. Standing on your tippy toes and saying, “You’re so sweet Jean.”

Jean nodded his head while you continued to praise him. Jean didn’t take his eyes off Yeager, just glaring at him while he spoke. “Yeah. Nice.”

You rested your hand on his chest, letting him wrap his hand around your body while you rested your head on his side. Eren felt a part of him cringe at how close you and Jean were. Jean noticed Eren’s reaction, doing his best not to smile at him. Connie came to your side, leaning on you. You giggled in return, scrunching your nose cutely and groaning, “Connie!”

Connie cackled, looking back at Sasha as she stayed put in her chair behind the three of you. Before he could even ask, she answered his question. “I don’t want to be posted by the school.” She said, “Sorry.” Connie rolled his eyes, looking back at the camera. Sasha wasn’t sorry.

You pouted, nodding your head and turning back to Eren, smiling at him. Connie smiled with you, while Jean rolled his eyes and forced one of his iconic knee-buckling smiles. Eren could’ve sworn he heard some girl faint. Eren sighed, raising his camera to his eye. Taking a step back and angling his camera at the tent and the three of you. He clicked the top button, capturing the image and looking at it. “Cute.” He obliged.

You giggled, immediately pushing yourself away from Jean and leaning over the table. Jean rolled his eyes at your eagerness, not before checking you out in the position you were in. Letting his eyes openly staring at the back of your thighs. Thank god for short dresses. “Lemmie see! Lemmie see!” You asked, trying to peek at the picture.

Eren smiled at your eagerness, walking in front of the table and dipping the camera down. Bending down to allow you to see the picture. You smiled at the picture, placing your hand to your heart. “Oh my god! We look so cute!” You looked up at his face, biting your lip for a second. “You did such a good job.”

Eren froze. Holy shit. That did things to him. Eren’s eyes dipped down, looking at your glossy lips. Observing the way they slightly parted, your tongue running over them. God, if only he could kiss you, without the mask. Kiss you, touch you, taste– Eren felt his spider-sense tingle. What the hell is behind me?

“Y/n?”

You peered over his shoulder, bumping against Eren. Blinking at the person who called your name. You could feel your eyes widen, your jaw dropping. Holy shit.

You rushed back and jumped into their arms. They both jumped back, not expecting you to jump into them. You giggled loudly as their arms wrapped around you.

“It’s good to see you too, Y/n.”

Eren felt his eyebrows furrow.

Jean felt his eyebrows furrow.

Who the hell were these guys? They both simultaneously thought. Looking at each other and exchanging a confused look, hoping the other knew who these people were. They both didn’t

“Reiner, Bertolt!” You shouted, “What are you two doing here?!” You pulled your head back, looking at the two. Your voice was high and sweet, displaying a slight confusion.

Reiner smiled, gently placing you on the ground. “We’re here for work, we arrived this morning and decided to go sightseeing, then happened to see you.”

“Work?” You questioned, your head tilting to the side. “I thought your work was back in California?” You said, taking a step back. I don’t think any companies would send their workers to New York for training. It’s too long and expensive. “You know, back with–” You paused, not wanting to finish that sentence.

Reiner looked at Bertolt, forcing a smile. “Yeah, well. We’re here for training.” He told you, “We’re going back to California when it’s over.”

“Hm.” You acknowledged, “Wait, where do you guys work again?” You leaned back, “I always seem to forget.”

“We’re constantly changing jobs, that’s why.” Bertolt told you with a smile, “We don’t even know if we’re going to stay at this one for very long–”

“We work for Oscorp.” Reiner quickly said, cutting Bertolt off. “We’ve been working with them for a few months now.”

“Like, three.” Bertolt slowly said, turning away slightly.

You felt your eyebrows furry for a moment, “Oh, uhm.” You placed your hands behind your back. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I’m literally working with your competitors..

They didn’t say anything for a second, eye bouncing to your tent. “‘Cause we’re always switching jobs.”

You wanted to ask again. Why didn’t you tell me? But, you didn’t, well, you were interrupted.

“Y/n, who are these dicks?” Jean asked, placing his hand on your back as he stood behind you. Eyes dark as he gave them a cold glare. You placed your hands to your face, cringing. Of all the times Jean wanted to be an idiot, now wasn’t the time.

Both Reiner and Bertolt noticed your embarrassed look. You looked at Jean while Reiner laughed. Reiner took a step in his direction. Jean thickly swallowed, fuck he’s tall. “I’m going to do you one good.” He told Jean, “Who the fuck are you?” He asked, tilting his head down.

You closed your eyes, taking a step back. This wasn’t going to be good. You looked back at Eren, making a face that represented how uncomfortable you were. You wished he would just take you away from this. Jean didn’t step back, just stood in place. “More important than you will ever be.” Jean looked back at you for a second, before looking at Reiner. You placed a hand over your eyes, mumbling, “..Jean, really?..”

Reiner smiled, letting out an amused laugh. Lifting his sleeves, Bertolt quickly placed a hand in front of his brother's chest. “C’mon Reiner,” he calmly said, trying his best to slow down the situation. “Jean–Boy, obviously doesn’t mean any harm.” Bertolt turned to him, “Right.”

Yes he does. Eren thought, secretly wanting to see Jean get his ass beat.

Jean grit his teeth. “Actually—“

“They’re my brothers.” You quickly intervened, knowing Jean wouldn’t budge if you didn’t. “So, yeah. They are kinda’ important.” You awkwardly said, fingers fiddling together. A forced smile on your lips.

“You have a brother?!” Connie shouted, making you flinch. “Scratch that—“ Sasha joined, “You have two hot older brothers?!” Connie frantically nodded his head agreeing with her.

You blinked, eyebrows coming together. “Yes?..” You wouldn’t describe them that way, but.. sure?

“Y/n, invite them to your party!” Sasha said, pushing herself off the chair and rushing to you. Going behind you and placing her hands on your shoulders, placing her head there too. “The more the merrier, right!”

You grimaced. Knowing what your brothers were going to say. “You’re throwing a party?” Reiner asked, a hand on his hip. Bertolt scratched his head, looking to the side and thinking. “Since when do you even like par–”

“Yes, I’m throwing a party.” You quickly told them, “I throw parties.” You gave them a look that could only be described as– shut up.

You could see Reiner open his mouth, about to ask more when– “Woah, Y/n?” Connie said interrupting. “Why didn’t you tell me Spider-Man was at the robot attack?”

Everyone fell silent. Eren, Armin, Jean, Sasha, Reiner, Bertolt, and you. Their eyes on you. Jean was scowling, Eren wasn’t breathing, Sasha was smiling, Connie was– I don’t even know, and Armin was looking at Eren. You felt your cheeks burn, you didn’t know if it was because of the attention or.. “I– w–well..”

“Woah! Did you just stutter?!” Sasha teased, laughing loudly. A smile building onto her lips. “Oh my god! Do you like him, Y/n?!”

You whipped your head back to her. Brushing her hands off your shoulders. “No!” You shouted, face still burning. “I just–”

“Dude, you totally like him.” Sasha cackled, “I mean, it’s kinda’ weird, don’t get me wrong. He could be an old man under that mask or–”

“He’s not!” You quickly defended, “He’s funny, and I don’t think an old man would be able to swing around like Spider-Man.”

“Tony Stark does it.” Connie added.

“Tony Stark is the only goddamn exception.” Sasha threw back.

“Tony Stark is overrated.” You grumbled. Crossing your arms over your chest. He’s also an asshole.

“Is not!” Sasha shouted. “Anyways..” She said, tossing a chunk of her hair over her shoulder sassily. “Back to your big time crush.”

You shook your head, going to the table and sitting on it. Gesturing for your brothers to do the same. They did, each of them going to one of your sides. “It’s not a big time crush.” Sasha gave you a look, one you tried not to react to. Unfortunately, you couldn’t. You just turned away and smiled, your face burning again. “Okay, fine.”

Your brothers turned to you, already knowing what was about to go down. Jean did to by the way he was shaking his head and muttering, “Not the fucking Spider.”

“But can you blame me?! He’s so—“ you pressed your lips together smiling, trying to form the words. But it just came out as a loud and cute squeal. “I just can’t with him.” You said into your hands.

“Y/n.. you have a crush on Spider-Man?” Jean asked, a scowl on his face. Hands fisted in his pockets.

You spread your fingers, peaking at him. Fluttering your lashes a few times, “I mean… yeah.” You told him, “I mean, have you seen him?!” That suit is tight.

Sasha nodded in agreement, “That tight suit doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” She adds.

You turned to her, “Who’s side are you on?!”

“The hot superhero side.” Sasha threw back, however, Bucky Barnes flashed in her head, and he wasn't necessarily a hero. “Actually no, the chaotic neutral.” Ultron flashed in her head, “Actually..”

Connie placed his hand on her shoulder, disappointed. “I just watched everything that came to your mind.” He said, grimacing and sucking air through his teeth. “And, it wasn’t good.”

“I don’t believe you.” Sasha said. Eyes trained on him.

“Ultron.”

Sasha looked to the ground, closing her eyes and cupping them with her hands. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

“Ultron was valid though.” Armin added.

Sasha secretly gave Armin a nod of appreciation.

“Spider-Man,” you quickly said, “Let’s keep this conversation on Spider-Man.” You turned to your brothers. “What do you think about him?” You asked. Almost like you were asking for their approval.

“Uhm.” Bertolt started, looking at his brother. “I mean, he’s not… bad.” He said, taking his time to look back at you. “He’s okay.. I guess.”

Jean nodded, “Can’t disagree with that.”

Eren rolled his eyes. Jean was just mad he threw his liter back at him. Besides, you were gushing about him. Not Jean. Of course Jean was going to be a little salty. You just let out an over dramatic gasp. “You did not!” You said, “Spider-Man’s amazing!” You turned to Reiner. “You?”

Reiner shrugged. “He’s okay, I could care less.” He pulled out his phone, checking his notifications. Eyes glancing over the news article Apple recommended him.

‘Vingalatie Spider-Man saves lives at restaurant attack, should we be praising him’ Reiner rolled his eyes, “He saved you, I would only imagine you’d like him.” Wait, the Queen died?! Reiner felt his heart shatter, he shouldn’t have checked the news..

You shook your head, “You don’t get it.”

Reiner shrugged. “I don’t.”

Bertolt’s phone rang, and your eyes shifted to him. He grabbed it, sliding his finger over the screen and lifting it to his ear. Bertolt took a few steps back, walking away from the group. Reiner had his eyes on his brother, watching him take the call. “It’s probably our work calling for us.” Reiner sighed, stretching as he pushed himself off the table. “We best be going anyway.”

You nodded, “Oh, uhm,” you nodded your head. “Okay?” You didn’t expect them to leave so soon. You quickly gave them a brief hug, smiling sweetly. “I’ll see you later then.”

“And come to the party!” Sasha shouted.

Bertolt laughed, joining the conversation. “Yeah, sure. We’ll drop by, where is it?”

You quickly gave Sasha a death glared, before turning back to your brothers. Visibly cringing at the answer you were about to give them. “Uhm, it’s at the—“

Reiner grimaced, “Don’t tell me.”

“Yup..”

“At the vacation house.” All three of you said.

“See ya’ there.” You added, pushing them away. You snapped your head to Sasha when they finally left, “Invite my parents while you’re at it Sash!”

“What!?” Sasha said, “I’m trying to get lai—“

“Don’t finish that sentence.” You pointed at her.

“You wouldn’t be complaining if I invited Spider-Man!”

“She would give you head if that happened.” Connie said without a second thought, not even taking his eyes off his phone. Your jaw dropped. Quickly punching his shoulder as you objected. Sometimes, he was so uncensored.

Armin discreetly elbowed Eren’s side, giving him a look. Eren gave him one back, silently telling him, ‘Don’t say shit.’

“That’s different.” You shot back, pointing a finger at Connie.

Armin looked at Eren, “Why not?!” He dramatically whispered, glancing back at you. Seeing the way you were pointing an accusing finger at Connie and defending yourself. Sasah trying to hold her laugh back.

“Because?! Are you serious right now!?” Eren whispered back, “Spider-Man’s an Avenger! Not a party trick!” He tried to reason.

Armin shook his head, “Who cares?! You’ll get to hang out with Y/n as Spider-Man, and who knows? She might give you head for inviting him..” He proposed, trying to persuade his friend.

“No, don’t do it.” Eren continued to whisper. Pointing a finger at his best friend.

“Eren knows Spider-Man.”

Eren’s hand slapped against his face, I’m going to push him off a roof. I’m going to fucking push him off a goddamn roof.

The table turned to the two boys. You froze on the spot, your whole attention on Eren. “You… do?..” you asked, tilting your head. Your eyes widening with excitement.

“No, no, I don’t.” Eren thickly swallowed, pulling on his collar. “I– I mean..”

“They’re friends.” Armin added with a smile, sending a small wink your way.

“Of course they’re not.” Jean interrupted, “He’s just saying that to get your attention, Y/n.” It was so obvious.

Eren turned to Jean, “Well, I’ve met him a few times, yeah.” He felt himself getting hot under the pressure, “But, it was through my job with Stark.” Eren turned to Armin, silently glaring at him. “But, I’m not supposed to talk about it.”

“Wait, Spider-Man works with Tony Stark?! I thought he was a vigilante?” Sasha asked.

Shit. Stark was going to kill him.

“See, he’s bullshitting.” Jean quickly added.

You blinked a few times, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Uhm, I don’t know about that..” Eren didn’t seem like the type of person to lie. I mean, what would be the point?

“Seriously? You think Yeager knows Spider-Boy?” Jean scowled.

“Spider-Man.” Eren corrected.

Jean raised an eyebrow at his reaction. “What? You have a crush on him too?”

“Jean.” You said, trying to get his attention. “Can you just drop it?”

You watched as they both turned to you. Jean’s hand coming to his side, “You’re taking his side? You’re telling me you believe this liar?” Jean gestured to Eren.

“Well,” you started. Unsure which side you should take. “I don’t, not believe him?..” You said questioningly.

Eren discreetly gave Jean a smug look. “Please, then go ahead Yeager, how do you know Spider-Boy?” Jean laughed to himself, “Wait, my bad, you guys are just co-workers at Stark Industries.” Eren picked up on the malice, and sarcasm in Jean’s voice. Jean didn’t even believe Eren when he said he worked at Stark Industries. Because, that would mean you worked at Stark Industries. Jean feels back to thinking, but that was just impossible.

However, nothing came to Eren’s mind. He didn’t know what to say without sounding suspicious. Me and Spider-Man are close friends? That sounded to— “Eren takes pictures of him for the Newspaper.” Armin quickly cut in, “He just sends them in anonymously, doesn’t want the attention.” Armin pointed at his camera, “I bet you he has some pictures in his camera right now.”

Eren did. But, how did Armin know that? Eren never told him about him taking pictures of himself in the suit. Actually, scrap that. Armin has known Eren for years, it would be weird if Armin didn’t assume this about him.

“Bullshit.” Jean quickly said, “I’m calling bullshit.” All of it. Jean pulled up his phone, clicked his camera and pulled up a picture of Spider-Man. Handing the phone to you. “Anyone can take a decent picture of the spider creep.” Jean was right, on his phone was a picture of Spider-Man. One he took himself. It was of Spider-Man swinging in Jean’s direction, almost like he was trying to go to Jean. Was it high quality? Not exactly.. but it was enough to claim what Eren was claiming. Yes..

Eren pulled his camera down, pulling up his favorite picture of Spider-Ma— himself. And handing it to you. It was a picture from a bridge. Wait, why the hell did I do that?.. He didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. Eren couldn’t help it, but as soon as those worries appeared, they disappeared.

Suddenly, your eyes widened. Utter shock and excitement flooding them. God, you were so cute. You dropped Jean’s phone, ignoring how he was starting to lecture you, and rushing to Eren. “Oh my gosh! You do know him!” You said, looking behind you and gesturing to Sasha and Connie to look at the camera. More specifically the picture.

Eren started to cringe. He was in some deep shit now.

They looked at each other before rushing to your side, gushing over the unique photo. Sasha shook her head, impressed. “Damn, Yeager, you really know the man.”

Connie nodded in agreement, “Can’t disagree with that.” This picture literally looks like Spider-Man posed for you. Connie blinked a few times, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Eren,” he responded, forcing a smile.

Connie smiled, “Nice to meet you, Eren.”

“Me too, me too!” Sasha shouted, “Sorry! With Jean calling you Yeager, I thought it was your name.”

“It’s okay..” Eren said, reaching for his camera.

“Dude, totally invite him to the party!” Connie smiled.

“I don’t know..” Eren responded, thickly swallowing. “You know, he’s an Avenger and busy..”

“Eren’s full of shit.” Jean added.

Eren rolled his eyes. When will he give up?

“I won’t believe it until I see Spider-Man at the goddamn party.”

“He’ll be there.” Armin said, “Watch.”

Jean laughed, “Sure, love to.”

You pressed your lips together, suppressing the smile on your lips. “Eren, but, I am throwing a party tonight, and you’re more than welcome to join.” I want you to come. You pushed your hair out of your face.

Eren blinked a few times, his throat constricting slightly. A breathy, almost whiney, “Really?” leaving his mouth. Before he quickly cleared his throat, shaking his head and correcting his sentence. “I mean, yeah, yeah. I’ll be there.”

“With your best friend Spider-Boy.” Jean mocked, flashing his pearly teeth at Eren in a charming smile. Jean grabbed your hand, coaxing you next to him. His hand wrapping around your face, and tilting it up to Eren. “C’mon, Y/n’s dying to see him again.” Jean’s eyes trained on Eren, darkening in color. “Do it for her.”

Eren thickly swallowed, “I– Uh..”

You giggled, “No, it’s okay.” You resseared, “I know you’re probably way too busy with work.” You flashed him a kind smile, “You work at Stark Industries, right? I know how demanding that job could be.”

Jean shrugged, “Whatever then.” Wait, didn’t you two work together? How the hell do you work at Stark Industries? And, why are you acting like you didn’t know that?..

Connie shoved Jean, “Give the man some credit, I know he’ll be there. Right, Eren?” Connie winked at him, “I have faith.”

Eren nodded slowly, “Yeah, definitely..”

Connie flashed him a smile, “Great.”

You did the same, “Well, I’ll see you there, then.” Jean scoffed, pushing you towards the tent.

Eren nodded, then turned to Armin, “What the hell are you doing?!” He almost shouted.

“I’m trying to help you!” Armin responded, “Did you not hear, Y/n gushing over Spider-Man?!” Armin pointed at the tent, “She’s totally crushing on you dude!”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Do that after the party.” Armin slyly responded, “Now, let's go pick out an outfit for you to wear.”

You giggled, watching the two of them walking away. “I like Eren,” you said mindlessly. Turning back to the tent and biting your lip. “I hope he goes to the party, Spider-Man or not.” You told Jean.

“He’s annoying and needs to grow up.” Jean told you, “He’s the exact same person he was in highschool.”

Sasha tilted her head, “Wait, Eren went to highschool with us?” Connie nodded at Sasha, silently answering her question.

Jean shook his head, “Dude, we spent all of primary school together? How are you just noticing him now?”

Connie scratched his head, “Wait, we went to middle and elementary school with him?!” Connie laughed to himself, “Dude, I think you pay way more attention to Eren than you care to admit.”

Your ears perked to that. “Oh my gosh, Jean–boy do you like–”

“Uh, excuse me? What’s this about?” You turned to the person who approached you, blinking at them a few times. You quickly glanced back at your friends in the tent, a silent word of, “Shoo!” They got the hit, giving you a motivation thumbs up while walking out the tent. Jean didn’t even pass you a glance, just groaned as he followed Connie and Sasha. Inserting himself into the conversation they were having.

You turned to the person again, smiling sweetly. Quickly observing their outfit. Suit, tie, briefcase, some pitch black glasses, and– “Do you happen to be a student?” You knew he wasn't a student, he looked like a lawyer.

The man loudly laughed, shaking his head. “No, of course not. Graduated years ago.” He lifted his suitcase, “First generation lawyer.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, sensing that was a lie. You forced a smile, “Of course, how could’ve I missed that.” You playfully added, trying to get the person to be more comfortable with you. “I’m actually working with Nano-technology, AI, robotics, simple things like that.” You told him.

“I’m guessing you’re a student then.” He tilted his head, “But, wow, those are some big things to study.”

“I am!” You responded, pointing at the name tag on your dress. “It’s my Senior year.” It took a second for his second sentence to register in your head. You tilted your head. “Study?” You let out a small laugh, “Oh sorry!” You quickly shook your head. “I mean, that’s what I work in currently.”

He paused for a second, “I apologize, but, could you speak your name aloud?” He tapped his glasses, “I happen to be visually impaired.”

You could feel your cheeks burn. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I just thought with you knowing I was in a tent that you— I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed..” You cut yourself off, “But, I’m Y/n.”

He smiled, shaking his head. Trying to reassure you, “But, really?” He said in disbelief, “What are you studying?”

You leaned back for a second, debating on whether to answer truthfully. You decided you would, it was the least you could do with the assumption you made. “I’m studying Chemical Engineering, and Biomedical Engineering. I’m getting personally taught about nanotechnology and how to work with alien technology. And all that other stuff.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Nothing too hard.”

He nodded, “Uh-huh.” She has to be working with Tony Stark and if she isn’t, I’m introducing her to him.

“Anyways,” You started, now that I know you don’t go to school with me.. “This whole event is about awareness, I’m sure you’re familiar with the Avengers.” And all the destruction and controversy they’re in right now..

“Defend them in court.” He responded.

Your eyes widened, smiling. “Do you?” You laughed, “Oh then, in that case, I work with Tony Stark.”

I knew that. He thought to himself.

You gestured to the tent behind you, “He’s actually the one funding this event.” You giggled, “Small world right?”

“Absolutely.” He said in agreement.

You leaned forward, “But, if you want me to be honest with you, I’m pretty sure Tony just wants me to make connections.” You smiled, “You know how he is.” It’s the people you know, much rather than things you know.

“But, back to what this whole thing is about.”

He smiled, “Yes, back to that.”

“Press and knowledge.” More specifically, how I can use that knowledge. Especially if Spider-Man is working with Tony Stark. You smiled one last time, “I don’t think I caught your name.”

The man smiled, tapping his foot on the ground a few times. Before walking forward, and grabbing a lollipop from the bowl. “Matt Murdock.”

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Location: Outside The Vacation House…

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Armin ran his hand over his face, groaning for the hundredth time that hour. “Eren, just go inside, say hi, then go back outside, and change.” He said, his voice strained. “You’re overthinking it, Yeager.” Armin was shouting over the loud music playing, glancing at the house every now and then.

Honestly, how rich were you? Damn. The worst part was, Armin could’ve sworn you said this was your vacation home. Not your actual home. Armin wondered what that looked like.

Eren kept his back to the house, his hands over his face. “I’m not!” He shouted, “If Mr. Stark found out I was doing this— hell, if Levi found out, I'd be dead.” He said into his palms.

“Levi’s not going to find out.” Armin reassured, fixing his best friend's collar. “Just say hi as Eren, then go change into Spider-Man, say hi as Spider-Man, and then come back as Eren.” We’d quite literally become celebrities on campus. Eren didn’t know how he felt about that plan. Wouldn’t people get suspicious if he left and Spider-Man came. The matter of convenience was too much. “And I bought you a nice ass shirt for this, you can’t back out now.” Armin stated, “I didn’t spend a whole paycheck for you to chicken out, Eren.”

It’s true, Armin took Eren shopping for clothing. He bought him a nice black button up, some black dress pants, a matching belt, and some nice shoes. Not only that, but Armin went above and beyond— buying a gold cross necklace for him to wear. Eren felt like his messy hair was throwing the whole look off, especially with his pink hair-tie, but Armin reassured him, he looked good. Eren could only hope he wasn’t lying.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun.” Armin said, “You can be a party trick for a few minutes, right?” Eren thickly swallowed, following Armin to the door. Eren placed his foot on the porch. Feeling his breath shorten, was he panicking? About a party?! Eren has literally had a gun pointed at him, yet has never panicked like this. What the hell was wrong with him. You.

Eren shook his head, trying to ignore that thought. “I’ll pay you back man, I can’t do this.” Eren said, trying to pull back. Already hating everything about this party. He had a bad feeling.

“Eren! Stop being a pussy just..“ he went behind Eren, pushing him to the door. Eren didn’t move, he didn’t move an inch. Curse him, and his super strength.

Eren shook his head, “No, I— let’s just go get pizza.” Eren turned on his heel, forgetting Armin was pushing him. Only to freeze when the door swung open.

“Ren! Oh my gosh!” You threw your arms up, pushing Armin out of the way while engulfing Eren in a hug. You tilted your head up, keeping it pressed against his chest. Giving him a cute smile, “I missed you, babe! C’mon in, I’ll get you something to drink!”

Eren felt his body malfunction. Your skin felt hot, your pupils were dilated, and Eren could see right down the small dress you were wearing. Were you drunk? Maybe even high? Eren thickly swallowed. Holy shit, I can’t feel her tit—

“C’mon Eren.” Armin said, slightly elbowing his side. Trying to get his attention.

You looked back at the both of them, making sure that the two of them were following you. You smiled at them, seeing that they were.

Eren thickly swallowed, walking into the house. Feeling the bass of the music throughout his body. He didn’t like parties. He could smell the weed off everyone, and don’t get him started on the alcohol. Eren wasn’t a big drinker.

Eren looked around, nodding his head to the music, trying to relax himself. Noticing how people were practically fucking with their clothes on. Eren also wasn’t a big fan of dancing. He was horrible at it. He swore to never dance with anyone after his first homecoming. He buried that memory down. No one in hell could get that information out of him.

You grabbed his arm, holding onto it while smiling at him. “What’s your favorite drink?” You were referring to alcohol. “I‘ll make it for you!”

“Uhm, I— anything will be f-fine.” You nodded your head. You let go of Eren, and walked into the kitchen, searching for a cup. Eren took this time to get a good look at you.

Your dress was short. Shorter than the one you were wearing earlier. Your hair was curled and tied with a white ribbon, some strands framing your face. A very pretty.. thigh garter wrapped around your leg. And some lacy white gloves decorated with gold rings on your hands. You turned back to Eren with two cups, handing one to Armin and the other to Eren. “More drinks are on the counter.” You pointed, “Help yourselves to anything in the house.” You gestured to the array of snacks laid out.

Eren couldn’t help but notice your makeup. Some jewels around your eyes, sharp eyeliner, and sparkly lipgloss. Testing Eren’s sanity. He just wanted to kiss you. Fuck, he wanted to do more than kiss you.

You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your head. “Is there anything else you want?” You said, biting onto your bottom lip.

Fuck. “Uhm, no– no, we’re good, thanks.” Eren’s ears were burning.

You nodded, giving him a sweet smile and walking back. When you quickly paused. “Oh and Eren,” you started, “I’m actually really excited to see Spider-Man, I don’t think you know how much I like him.” You smiled, blowing him a playful kiss. “Bye ‘Ren!” Eren just waved.

You looked around, searching for Gwen when you finally spotted her. A small sigh of relief left your glossy lips. Her dress was a silk black, some black stockings underneath. Black gloves that contradicted your own white ones. In fact, all Gwen did was contradict your own color pallet. She gave you a knowing smile, dancing in place for a second. “Is that him?!” She excitedly asked.

You playfully shook your head, “The random boy who passed out on me, yes.”

Gwen squinted an eye at you, “No, silly. The boy you’re in love with.” She grabbed your hands, bringing you close to her. “You can’t hide that shit from me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, pressing your cheek to hers. “Ew. He's cute, but I’ve just met him.” You admitted, Gwen gave you a look which made you reword your sentence. “Okay fine, not love, but definitely intrigued by.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, before looking back at Eren. “He is hot though.”

You rolled your eyes but silently agreed, eyes going up and down his body. “And his hair.” You let out a dreamy sigh, “I just want to–”

“Pull on it?!”

“Yes!” You told her, placing your hands over your mouth. “On top of that, he reminds me of–”

“High school dude?!” Gwen practically shouted, making some people turn to the two of you. You nodded, placing your finger on her mouth and shushing her.

“I guess?” You whispered. Awkwardly waving at everyone looking at you. “But, don’t say it so loud, Gwen.”

She giggled, “Sorry, sorry.” Gwen wrapped her arm around your body, bringing you into a small dance. “But, I think you should go for it.” And let go of highschool guy.

You smiled, “I don’t know, he’s nice but..”

Gwen smiled widely, “Just do it!” She said, “It’s about time you became active again.”

“Gwen, I’m not a freshman anymore.” You told her, “That was a different time.”

“And, it’s time to do that again.” Gwen spinned you, dipping you down for a moment. Her white, long hair, fluttering around the two of you. Before picking you up again. “And, start with him.” She gestured her head to Eren. You felt your skin burn.

“He’s just a friend Gwen!” You shouted.

Armin looked at Eren. “Dude, it’s now or never, you said ‘hi,’ now bring the spider.” Armin said, pushing Eren towards the door. Taking a quick swig of his drink, and placing it on the counter.

Eren shook his head, giving the drink to Armin. To which he immediately drank. Armin always drank Eren’s drinks. “No, not yet, I have to–”

“Yeager!” Someone shouted, making Eren and Armin peer over their shoulder. Oh no.. Connie waved, lifting his cup in acknowledgement, while Sasha smiled, removing the blunt from her lips. Jean rolled his eyes, looked at Armin, “With his boyfriend.” He said under his breath.

Sasha elbowed his side. Glaring at him. Jean just took the blunt, taking a hit of it. Trying to ignore Eren. Connie forced a smile, “I’m glad you could make it!” Connie said, “I was worried Jean scared you away.”

Eren pushed Armin’s hand off his shoulder, “Jean could never.” Well, not anymore at least.

Connie nodded, “That’s good.” He peered over at you, seeing the way you were engaging with your guest. While simultaneously taking small glances in their direction. Almost like you were checking up on Eren. It made Connie curious, “How long have you two known each other?”

Eren looked at Armin, “Armin and I?”

Connie shook his head, “No, you and Y/n.” He corrected. I mean, she’s never so— tense about a boy.

Eren nodded, “Oh— yeah, right. Uhm, I’ve known her since 4th–“ Armin quickly elbowed his side.

“Freshman year.” He interjected, “Eren’s known her since freshman year.” Armin was a real one.

Connie nodded, “Hm, makes sense.” He said, “She’s always talking about you, and being all gushy—gushy.” He made a face, sticking out his tongue. “The gross girl stuff.”

Eren forced a laugh. You talk about me?

Sasha perked up, “Speaking of which! Y/n’s inviting us to her yacht in a few weeks! Wanna’ come with—“

“Where’s your friend, Yeager?” Jean quickly interrupted, not wanting Eren to join that event. “Lemmie guess, he couldn’t make it.”

Eren knew Jean was referring to Spider-Man. Eren gave Sasha a small nod, before looking at Jean. “He’s coming, just..” Eren didn’t know how to finish that sentence.

“Probably doing some hero work.” Armin finished. Eren and Armin internally laughed at that.

Jean rolled his eyes, when they landed on you. He smiled to himself, “Like I said all those years ago, nothings going to happen.” Jean mocked, a little louder than he normally spoke. Catching the attention of the people around them. “I think you’re telling everyone you’re bringing Spider-Man for attention.” At this point, Eren’s probably paid someone.

Eren pressed his lips together, looking around. Seeing as people’s attention was slowly turning to him. Eren felt himself die when you turned over your shoulder, looking at him. Innocently tilting your head and looking at Jean. Jean noticed, his eyes meeting yours, then Eren’s. He laughed, “If anything I would think you’re doing this for Y/n’s attention.” Almost in an instant, the dots connected in Jean's head. “Holy shit.” He said, his jaw dropping. “Holy fucking shit.” He loudly laughed, gesturing over to you. Asking you to come over. You and Gwen shared a unsure look.

“Jean..” Eren warned, eyes dancing back to him and you.

Connie looked at Jean, and as his best friend since elementary, he knew where this was going. So did Sasha, they both knew it wasn't going to be pretty. “Jean, I think we should get something to drink–” Connie quickly tried to intercept.

“Shut up.” Jean cut him off. He gave Eren a cocky smile, grabbing your wrist and pulling you in front of him. You let out a small ‘oof’ when you hit Jean’s chest. Touching your head and muttering a small, “Jean..”

Jean ignored you, keeping his attention on Eren. “You sly fucker, the photo’s, stuttering, why you’re always around her.” Jean pointed out, gesturing to Eren. Jean brought you into a spin, making you press your back to his front. He leaned forward, resting his head on top of yours, placing his hands on your waist. Trailing them up your torso. Keeping them below your boobs, his thumbs barely touching the underside.

You felt your face heat up, “Jean!”

Eren’s eyes darted there for a moment, anger and jealousy filling his body. Why the hell was Jean putting his hands on you? He was going to say something, but Jean beat him to it. “You don’t take photos for school.” He said with a laugh, “You’re just a fucking creep who jacks off to your photo’s of Y/n–”

The crack, the sound, it made you cringe. It made you take a step back and look at both of them. Your jaw dropped.

Eren deeply breathing, his fist decorated with blood. Jean a few steps from him, hand pressed against his nose, trying to stop it from bleeding. Letting out small groans of pain.

Eren punched Jean in the nose.

Jean stood up again, composing himself. His tongue running over his top lip, tasting the metallic red liquid seeping down his nose. He smiled, pressing the back of his palm to his nose and wiping off the blood. “You fucker.” Jean said through a laugh, “You dumb mother fucker!” He shook his hand off, “You’re just a jealous bitch.”

Eren wanted to punch him again.

“Too bad I get to fuck Y/n, whenever I want.”

You felt everyone’s eyes shift to you. Which included Eren. However, it felt like only his eyes were on you. Boring holes into your body, his eyebrows mushed together in an almost hurt expression. And you felt.. ashamed. You could feel your feet moving on their own, walking towards him, lifting your hands to grab at his shirt and explain the truth. Hot tears falling down your face while you tried to explain the truth. But, Eren walked off before anything else could be said. Armin taking an apologetic look in your direction, before rushing after him.

Everyone was shocked. It felt like the room went quiet, people turning away or discreetly watching. Wondering what was going to happen next, a fight maybe? You stood in the middle, looking at the ground. Tears falling down your face. While you grabbed the bottom of your dress.

Connie blinked a few times, looking at Jean. Seeing the way he was eyeing you. Immediately he knew Jean was going to try and speak to you. Which wasn’t the move. So, he quickly said, “He… punched you?..”

Sasah giggled, “He fucking punched you!”

Jean was going to rush after Eren, when his eyes landed on you. He felt his heart tug, I didn’t mean to.. Jean reached out for you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Feeling you tense underneath his touch. You instantly slapped his hand away. Closing your eyes for a moment, before speaking. “Don’t.”

Jean felt his eyes soften at you, however, his words didn’t represent what he felt. “The fuck you mean, ‘don’t?’ Didn’t you just see what that fucker did?” He practically yelled.

Of course he wasn’t going to apologize. You kept your voice down, taking a deep breath. “Jean, don’t you see what you do to him?” You said, “I don’t understand, you’re telling me you didn’t expect him to snap one day?”

Jean froze, guilt crawling up his spine. Suddenly, he wanted to run after Eren for a different reason. He didn’t mean to take things this far. “What are you talking about?..”

You opened your mouth, wanting to continue, but decided against it. “I’m not talking about this right now.” Your eyes danced over the people looking at you. Feeling bare under their eyesight. Eren’s eyes flashed in your head. He looked so hurt.

“No, I want to talk about it.” Jean said, “Please. Let’s talk about it.”

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. You didn’t want to talk about this right now. You looked at Connie and Sasha for help, but by their confused expressions, you were sure they wouldn’t know how to help you. You didn’t know how to help yourself.

Jean looking to the ground, making you look back at him. “I understand, you’re taking his side.”

“I don’t do sides, Jean.” I learned my lesson after Civil War. “I’m just trying to be honest with you.”

“So, you feel bad for him.”

Did you not listen to a goddamn thing I said? “I don’t feel bad for him.” You added. Getting annoyed.

“Stop being so–”

“So, what, Jean?” You barked, losing your composer. “What am I being?” You pressed your lips together, taking a deep breath. Watching as his eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t understand you.”

“Maybe, it’s because you’re—” As soon as it left Jean’s lips, he regretted it. Luckily, he somewhat caught his slip up, cutting himself off before saying something he would truly regret. His lips parted, but nothing came out. He didn’t know what to say, let alone fix what was said

You went silent. So did Connie and Sasha. “Leave me the fuck alone, Jean.” You seethed. Almost instantly you regretted saying it. “I–” You took a step back, closing your eyes in defeat. “I’m going to go.” You muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself. Trying to cool down.

“Where are you going?” Jean asked, his voice softer than before. Unfortunately, not soft enough to notice. Especially with the music blaring in the background. You just heard the question.

“Outside.” You threw over your shoulder. Pressing the back of your hand to your cheeks, whipping off the tears rolling down. How embarrassing. Connie and Sasha watched you descend up the stairs, a place party guests weren’t allowed to go.

Connie slapped the back of Jean’s head. Hard. “What the hell is wrong with you dude?!” Connie shouted, “I thought you liked her?!”

Jean spun on his heel, glaring at Connie. “Of course I do! Why do you think I’m so protective of her?!”

Sasha’s jaw dropped, “That’s you being protective?” Connie slapped his face, “That’s you being a dick!” He laughed, finding it amusing. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” He peered at Jean through the cracks of his fingers.

Jean thickly swallowed, closing his eyes. “I–” He pressed his lips together. “I don’t know what to say.”

Connie rubbed his eyes, utterly astonished by his best-friend’s stupidity. “Then maybe, just maybe, don’t say anything.”

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Location: The Privacy of Your Small Room…

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You pressed your back to the door, locking it behind you. Letting yourself fall to the floor. And, for a second, your mask fell. You let out a small giggle. Your hand came to your glossy lips as you tried holding it back, but it came in fits of laughter. Eren fucking punched Jean. He did something you’ve always wanted to do when Jean bothered people like nothing. And you can confidently say, tonight you wanted to fucking murder Jean.

You quickly reached for your phone, pulling up Eren’s contact. Quickly ringing it. However, it went straight to voice-mail. You called again, only to have the same outcome. You loudly groaned, tossing your phone at the bed. Dropping your face into your knees, hugging them with your hands. “Why would Jean say that?”

You stood up, pushing yourself off the door. Reaching for the bedside counter and grabbing the sweater resting there. I mean, this was your vacation house. Your phone pinged, and you fell to the floor rushing for it. Pulling it up to your face, and checking who texted you.

Eren

Sorry, but I’m going home.

You felt your heart tighten. You closed your eyes, sighing before flopping back on your bed. Tossing your phone besides you. He thinks I’m a whore.

You opened your eyes, staring at the skylight above your bed. “Some air wouldn’t kill me.” You lifted yourself up, grabbing your phone and opening the sky light. Propping yourself up and closing the window behind you. Sitting on the roof. Colorful lights and loud music welcoming you.

I hate parties.

You looked to the side, peering at the cooler you left for yourself. You laughed, opening it up and grabbing a Sprite. Clicking it opening and finally replying to Eren.

No it’s okay!! I’ll see you at work!!

Your heart dropped when he liked the message. He didn’t even reply. You loudly groaned, taking another sip. “Fuck Jean.” You muttered, reaching into the cooler again for a beer. Trying to drown out your emotions. You could feel your eyes watering again.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth—” You recognized the voice, even before the nickname. “—Gorgeous?”

You couldn’t help, but smile. “Fuck you.” You cheekily said, whipping off the tears from your face.

Instantly Spider-Man noticed. “You’re crying?”

“I’m crying ‘cause I saw your ugly face.”

Spider-Man placed a hand to his heart dramatically and acted hurt. “You wound me.”

You laughed, “Good.”

Spider-Man sat besides you, glancing at the drink in your hand. “You okay?” He softly asked, “Did something happen?” I already know what happened.

You shook your hand, handing the beer to Spider-Man. Not before taking a sip of your own. “I—“ you took a deep breath, debating on whether or not you wanted to open up to someone. You decided against it. You forced a smile, “I missed you Spider-boy.” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

Eren wanted to ask more, but knew you didn’t want to talk about it.

“Do you know me?”

Spider-Man tensed up. Before catching himself, “Of course I do. Gorgeous.. right?” He playfully said.

“Y/n.” You corrected, letting out a small giggle. “But, that works too.” You peered down at the people, seeing some people swimming in the pool. “Ugh. I hate men.” You guys are so confusing.

“I hate them too.” Spider-Man replied, watching Jean and his friends walk outside. Possible looking for you. I especially hate Jean.

You giggled, “You’re a pick me.”

Spider-Man shrugged, “Maybe.”

“You’re so cringy.” You tilted your head up, looking at him. You couldn’t help but feel this was somewhat familiar. “I swear, you know me outside the suit.”

Spider-Man panicked. “You sound.. weird.”

You laughed, turning your head to look at him. “Is this your way of changing the subject?” Shitty job.

“Maybe.”

You giggled, “Sorry, do I sound different from when I normally do?” You innocently asked, letting your hands move to your stomach. Resting them there as you extend your feet. Laying you full weight on him.

Spider-Man instinctively wrapped his arm around you. You smiled and started playing with his hand. “A little, you’re very..” he paused, trying to find the words. “..slow..”

You loudly cackled, tugging at the fabric of his gloves. It felt.. familiar. Way too familiar. “So, I do know you outside the suit.” Your eyes moved to the pink hair tie around his wrist. You lifted it, then let go, letting the elastic hit him. “It looks good on you.” You quipped sarcastically, trying to stifle your laugh.

Spider-Man rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you. Knowing you were talking about his hair tie. The hair tie you gave him. Ironic? Absolutely. “So, you’re not a complete dumbass?”

You glared at him. Where was Eren when you needed him? “Sorry, I’m not the..” you rolled your eyes at the word, “Bimbo girl you think I am.”

Spider-Man laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t be.” He quietly said, “If anything, a part of me couldn’t stand it.” You were cute, of course. But, Jesus, did you have him fooled. Let’s just say Eren was a little salty about all the words he’s had to correct you on.

You raised your eyebrows, “So you do know me?” You shook your head. “I mean, I was just hypothesizing— but, I didn’t actually mean it.” You laughed.

“Shit.” Spider-Man mumbled, looking to the side.

The side of your hand came over your lips. “I’m guessing you’re still pretty new to the whole Spider-Man or superhero shit.” You tilted your head, “Huh?”

Spider-Man shrugged, his eyes squinting for a moment. “Let’s stop talking about my whole superhero thing. What about you? What's up with your whole.. stupid Bimbo act?”

You pinched his hand, glaring at him. “Do not call me that.” You said, “It’s only okay when certain people do it, or..” you rolled your eyes at the thought. “Make nicknames based on it.” You grumbled, thinking back to the nickname Tony gave you when the two of you first met.

“Shit, don’t tell me—“ He said with a smile, looking away while his hand came to his face. “You’re Bambi?”

You loudly groaned, “I still can’t believe he calls me that.” You laughed, “I can’t believe Tony was the first person to call me out on my act. That shit scared me.” You said with a laugh. I thought I perfected it. “Also!” You quickly sat up, twisting your body around and propping yourself on your knees. Glaring at him, “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you worked with Stark?!” You almost shouted.

Spider-Man leaned back grimacing, “I’m not really allowed to tell people.”

You tilted your head, “But, you told Eren.” You said, “And not me?!”

Spider-Man nodded.

You shook your head in disbelief, “And, on top of that, Tony’s using the suit I—“ you loudly groaned. “When I get my hands on Tony— I swear to god.”

Spider-Man laughed, his eyes shutting for a moment. “Wait, why do you do it?” He asked, “The whole bimbo act thingy. I mean, it kinda’ sounds pointless.”

“It’s because I’m a gold digger and slacker.” You said without a beat.

Spider-Man blinked a few times. A part of you could audibly hear it.

You loudly laughed, touching his shoulder. “I’m fucking with you Spider-boy.” You leaned back into his shoulder. Taking a moment to think. I mean, what would you get out of telling this random boy why you acted like an idiot? “Okay,” you said, sitting up straight and staring directly into him. “If I tell you this, you mustn’t say anything. Nada.” You said, snapping your fingers.

“My lips are sealed.“

You smiled, licking your teeth and nodding your head. “Okay.” You softly began. Leaning into him, and pressing your mouth to where his ear should be. “Because, I wanted to block out my old self.” You said, pulling back. The woman my Father created.

“Your old self?” Spider-Man said. Tilting his head, “But, you’re so—“ Spider-Man stopped himself, not wanting to reveal too much about himself. Eren had to keep reminding himself— I know Y/n. Spider-Man doesn’t.

“Mhm.” You looked away. “And, I know it’s stupid but..” you bit your bottom lip, “After spending all of high school nose deep in studying, I didn’t have any friends.” Or a goddamn social life. Let alone know how to make one. Your eyes widened, “Yeash, this got dark fast.” You shook your head, “I swear I’m not depressed or anything.” You said, “So, freshman year I decided to—“ you sighed, placing your hands over your face and groaning. “Pretend to be stupid, so I could join people's study groups.”

More-or-less. Totally not because of my shitty father. But, whatever, that man can suck Levi’s fat cock.

Spider-Man laughed, “So, your whole personality is just a lie you’re in too deep at this point.” He said, resting his head on top of his knees. “Sounds familiar.” Eren could help but think about himself.

You loudly laughed, nodding your head. “Does it now?!” You shook your head, looking at the sky. “Lemmie guess, you also made up a lie forever ago, and now can’t get out of it.”

Not exactly… “No, I just—“ he sighed, “I kinda’ wish I did.” I would have given me a reason to talk to you.

You shook your head, “Believe me, you don’t.” You said, “I’m fucking balls deep.” You said, making him bust out laughing.

Never in Eren’s life, did he ever expect the innocent and lovely Y/n to say balls deep.

You blinked a few times. “What?!” You said with a laugh, confused on what was so funny. “Did I—“

“No, no! I swear it’s not like that.” He said through chuckles, “It’s just, I wasn't ready for that.” You laughed with him. Spider-Man shook his head fondly, “Well, if it makes you feel better—“ You looked at him nodding. He placed his hand on your shoulder, and tried to remain composed. “I always knew it was bullshit.” A somewhat lie.

You placed your hand on his face, shoving him away. “Shut the fuck up man, I’m so over it.” You laughed, running your hand through your hair. “Dude, I wish seventeen year old me was just.. I don’t know?.. Fucking normal? Then, I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Why don’t you just drop it.” Spider-Man asked. Scratching the side of his cheek. Genuinely curious. I mean, Eren sincerely enjoyed talking to this version of you. You were so much more real and human. He could imagine himself spending his life with the real version of you.

You looked to the side thoughtfully, “I don’t know..” You said, outstretching your hand and checking your nails. “Actually, a part of me is grateful. No matter how stupid the whole thing is.”

“Really now?” He leaned on his palms and tilted his head, giving you his full attention. You could feel your heartbeat increase. Jesus, why were you telling this random person this? Because he reminds you of.. Eren.

“Go on, tell me gorgeous.”

You blinked a few times in shock. For once, you felt your heart fluttering in your chest. Your skin burning up. You instantly pushed those feeling away. You rolled your eyes at the nickname, ignoring the way your skin was burning. “Well, spidey,” you started, “Not everyone has a suit that they can hide behind. So, I did the next best thing.” You said.

“So, this whole persona— is a..”

“Act.” You finished. “Yeah.”

One of his eyes squinted, the other widening. The best way you could describe it was a quizzical look. “That’s—“

“Don’t judge me!” You said accusingly, pointing a finger at him. “You can’t tell me that having a ‘mask’ doesn't make you feel more confident or..“ You sighed happily, “Give you power to do something ‘normal’ you wouldn’t?” You pointed at the cloth over his face, “You probably already know this though, right?”

Eren’s hand came to his face. Feeling the piece of fabric move with his hand. Then, it hit him like a truck. You couldn’t see him.

All you saw was a suit covered individual like Stark and Levi. Another hero you would come to know from the press, and for the company you worked with. And, you were probably used to that. You couldn’t see Eren the same way he saw you. You didn’t see him at all. And, he was actually talking to you. No stuttering, no nervous breakdown, no stupid words. Just a conversation about fake masks. A conversation in which you’ve never had with anyone. Not even Eren. And suddenly, he found himself nodding. Saying, “I guess you’re right.” Because, here he was, talking to a girl he never could before.

You smiled, “Only the people who matter know the real me. And the people who don’t are just meeting the person that I wanted to be.” You paused, thinking for a moment. “Everyone you’ve ever met in college isn’t going to stay in your life forever, so why not just live two separate lives.”

Spider-Man cut in, “I have a feeling you're the type of person to go to the bar, and just make up a whole new life story to the person you’re trying to hook up with.”

You looked at him for a second, “You know, I own like seven mansions. And have traveled around the world, so.. if you're free anytime, we could always take it back to my house.” You said, leaning closer to him. Tilting your head back and resting it in his lap.

“You’re gross.” Spider-Man said, his left eye squinting. “When and where, I’m so down.”

You loudly laughed. Smiling to yourself.

“I like this version of you.” Spider-Man said, turning his gaze to the glowing city. “It’s way less—“ Spider-Man searched for the word in his head. “Forced?..” he slowly said, “Like, I feel like you’re enjoying yourself.”

You smiled, “I am enjoying myself.” You said, “I’m enjoying my time with you.” You stood up, stretching out your legs. “Actually, you remind me of another guy I like hanging out with.”

Jean. Ugh. “Really?” He slowly said, standing up with you. “And who’s that.”

You placed your hand on your hip. Raising a finger to your lips, “That’s something I won’t tell you.” You said, “Don’t want you stealin’ him from me.”

Spider-Man placed his hand to his chest. “And here I was thinking we were having a moment.” Eren couldn’t help but feel hurt. I mean, his crush was practically telling him that she had her eyes on someone.

You placed your arms over your head, “Of course we are, it’s just not as sentimental as you probably think it is.”

“Damn.”

“Damn indeed, my brother in Christ.”

“Wait, so you’re telling me there’s a guy that took you away from me?” Spider-Man stood up, trying to act offended. “Are you cheating on me?!”

You looked away, “I’m sorry, but–” You took in a deep breath, “..There’s another.” You pointed a finger at him, “But! To be fair, you’ve never asked me to be with you, nor on a date.” You crossed your arms over your chest sassily. “So, check-fucking-mate.”

Spider-Man shook his head, “You’re crazy.” He looked back down, glancing at the people. “You wanna get out of here?” He asked, seeing as people started to notice him. Almost instantly everyone was looking at him. So were their phones. Spider-Man muttered a small, “Shit.”

You giggled, hanging your feet over the edge. “You stood up with a crowd of people below you, what did you think was going to happen, Spidey?” You stood up, seeing that Sasha and Connie saw you. You waved, subtly gesturing to Spider-Man.

“Shut your face.” He replied, waving to the crowd. Ignoring the cheers. He just wanted to be with you, only you. He loves the time he spends with you. Eren would choose to die now if he knew he got to spend those last minutes in your arms.

You rolled your eyes, going to his side and tilting your head. “But, is this your weird way of asking me on a date. Bug-Boy?” Swinging around the beautiful city of New York. “It’s kinda’ a cute date idea.”

“Then, let’s make it a date.”

“A date?” You asked, looking to the side. Pretending to think about it. “I don’t know if I want to go on another date, especially after my last one.” You widened your eyes, “And, you know all about that.”

“Too bad, we’re going on one!” Spider-Man quickly swooped down and tossed you over his shoulder. Pressing the short fabric of your dress to your thighs with his freehand.

“Spider-Man if you don’t put me down.”

Spider-Man waved at the people, before quickly shooting a web. “Sorry! Can't hear you! Swinging.”

You instantly grabbed his torso, “Not this again—“ And the two of you were off. Swinging into the dark of night. You hated it. This was worse than flying with Levi. With Levi you could see where you were going, with Spider-Man, you just felt it. You didn’t like the dropping feeling in your stomach. You smashed your face to his back, closing your eyes.

Soon enough, you felt the way his feet hit the ground. Or, what you thought was the ground. Who knows where he could’ve been. “Open your eyes.” Spider-Man told you, tapping the back of your thigh. Completely forgetting the position you were in.

“All I can see is your ass.”

Spider-Man chuckled, pulling you forward and holding you bridal style. You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “See.” He smoothly said, “It’s pretty, right.”

You blinked a few times. “Wow.” You uttered.

The city.

Sure, you’ve lived in New York for a few years. But, you never truly admired its beauty from afar. The lights and buildings that never seemed to end. It was beautiful. You smiled, “Is this where you take all your hoes, Spidey?” You placed your feet on the building, keeping your hands on his chest. The wind softly blowing on your hair.

“Only the ones I like.” Spider-Man placed his hands on your waist, keeping you safe and planted.

You cackled. “You’re a fuckin’ idiot.” Using my words against me. You looked back at him, staring at him. He reminded you of— “Eren.” You muttered.

Spider-Man felt his soul ascend. No— descend. Lord knows he’s not going to heaven after all the things he’s fantasized about. How the hell did you figure him out?

“You’re friends with him, right?”

Spider-Man let out the breath he was holding. Quickly nodding his head, “Saved him once from a mugging.”

You nodded, “Tell him I said thanks.”

Spider-Man tilted his head to the side, “Thanks?” He questioned, “Thanks for what?”

You moved your eyebrows together, slightly confused. “I mean, he is the reason you’re here tonight, right?” You questioned, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. Taking a step back away from him. Turning to get a good look of the city. You smiled to yourself, “Tell him I said, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Spider-Man said, keeping his eyes on you.

You turned your head, placing your hands behind your back, slowly nodding. Slightly confused.

Spider-Man quickly put his hands up, waving them. “I mean like, he’s– he would probably say, you’re welcome.” He placed his hand on his neck, “Besides. I wanted to see you.”

“I know, not many people can live without me.” You tossed a chunk of hair over your shoulder sassily. Looking to the side and sticking your nose into the air. “I tend to have that effect on people.”

Spider-man shoved you, making you turn on your heel and grab his wrist. Slightly panicked as you looked behind your shoulder. Seeing that you were practically on the edge of the building. Spider-Man twisted his hand, grabbing onto your wrist. Securing you into place, “Not so cocky now.” He let go for a second, making you squeal, before grabbing onto you again.

You thickly swallowed, trying to hide your fear. However, with your quivering lip, Spider-Man knew you were dying inside. It made him laugh. “Ugh, whatever you dick, just pull me up already.” Spider-Man didn’t miss the urgency in your voice. He obliged, pulling you up against his chest. You looked up and smiled at him, “Smooth.”

“I know.” Spider-Man twisted you around, lifting you up again. “But, let’s go before I actually toss you off this building.” He pushed a strand of hair out of your face, squinting his eyes and leaning in. Spider-Man was smiling, “Okay, Gorgeous?”

“Toss me off the fucking building.” You told him, cupping his face. “Sounds romantic.” You leaned closer, wanting to kiss him, but he let out a brief laugh.

Before fucking tossing you.

Well damn.

You immediately grabbed his hand, forcing him to fall with you. “If I die, your bitch ass is dying with me!” You shouted.

Spider-Man got closer to you, grabbing your waist and throwing his hand behind his back, keeping it extended. “Sounds like a dream.”

You gave out a pitiful laugh. This fuckers insane, great.

Spider-Man quickly shot a web on a building, catching the both of you. You squealed, keeping your hands around his shoulder. “You’re crazy.”

Spider-Man shrugged playfully, “You asked for it.” Before swinging towards your apartment, adjusting you to better hold you. You rolled your eyes, wrapping your legs around him. Pushing your hair out of your face, trying to see the city as he swung around. It was actually really nice. You know, after the whole stomach dropping feeling.

“Did you enjoy it?”

You turned your head to him, “Enjoy what?” You asked, confused on what he was referring to.

“Our date?” Spider-Man replied, almost offended.

You loudly laughed, shaking your head. “No,” you quickly replied, “I did not enjoy it, Spider-Man.”

“I will drop you again.”

Your grip on him tightened.

“Actually, let’s do something else.” Spider-Man dipped the web down, hitting the ground softly. Trying to keep the web swinging experience as easy as possible. Which was surprisingly hard. Eren never noticed how extreme web swinging was until someone was clinging onto him.

Spider-Man placed you on the wet ground, laughing at your messy hair. You loudly groaned, shaking your head and pushing the messy hair out of your face. Trying to look at where he brought you. A secluded area in the city surrounded by buildings. Which was almost everywhere, however, this place was private. No people in sight. A single lamp post, softly illuminating the area. And, what looked like a vending machine, with neon words of– “Photo booth?” You tilted your head to the side. You’ve never seen this one before. Actually, you’ve never been in this area before.

Spider-Man nodded his head eagerly, almost like a puppy. Like he brought you his favorite toy, “Mhm!”

You almost felt bad for what you were going to tell him. “Honey..”

Spider-Man's eyes closed, indicating his big smile as he responded. “Yes?” He practically sang.

You sighed, raising your hand and playing with the strap of your dress. “Spidey, there was a photobooth at my party.”

Spider-Man blinked, “Oh.”

You placed your hand over your mouth, letting out a small giggle. Placing a foot behind the other, and tilting your head. “You sure are observant for an Avenger.” You teased.

You avoided a puddle in the ground, walking up the photo booth. Pulling back the black curtain and looking inside. Spider-Man shoved you inside, then entered on his own. “I swear I’m going to drop your ass off the Avenger building.”

You pushed yourself off the photobooth wall, dusting off your hands. “You couldn’t live without me, Spidey.” You pushed him to the side, practically pushing him out the booth then, pressing the buttons on the screen.

Spider-Man had to take a step back from you, watching as you leaned forward. “Damn..”

You turned your head to him, “Hm?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He told you, turning his head to the side and scratching his cheek. “Just pick the mode you like best.”

You smiled and nodded, looking back at the screen. Suddenly, Spider-Man didn’t know where to put his hands. His hips, his neck, the walls, your waist.. He wanted to touch you. Would you let him?

You picked your head back up, “Okay, since this is a date.” You said with air quotes, “I picked the cute heart one.” You turned your head to him, pointing at the screen. “Cute, right!”

Spider-Man blinked a few times, looking at the screen for a second. Nodding his head, “Yeah, cute.” He was still distracted by you.

You pressed the start button, getting ready for the photo when the both of you paused. The screen displayed, ‘Insert cash.’ You both let out a simultaneous– “oh.” You cackled, “I don’t have my wallet, and I’m guessing that tight suit of yours doesn't have pockets.”

Spider-Man thickly swallowed, “Nope.” He tapped his finger against the wall, “Karen, can you do me a favor?”

Karen? You thought.

“Yes, Eren. What would be the problem?”

“Could you–”

You bit your lip, knowing where this was going. Getting close to him and hugging him, “Oo..” You cooed, “Don’t tell me Spider-Boy’s about to do something bad!” You were just teasing him. Why were you teasing him now?

Eren’s hands snaked up your waist, pulling you closer to him. You couldn’t help but gasp at the situation. Suddenly, your body was burning. Wrapping your hands around his neck. Spider-Man sighed, looking down at you. “Could you give us a free photo session?..”

“Free? As in.. stealing?”

Spider-Man groaned, embarrassed, “Fuck.. Yes, as in stealing.”

You giggled at his frustration, leaning into his neck. Softly running your nose against him. Spider-Man got the chills from the sensation, his grip on you tightening.

“But, I’m afraid that’s not–”

“Just do it,” You got closer, not caring for the picture anymore. Pushing your hands up his built body and to the seam of his mask. Slowly lifting it, revealing the soft skin underneath.

“...Of course, just give me a minute..”

You smiled at his lips, watching as he smiled back. “What was that for?” Spider-Man asked, tilting his head, his pearly whites flashing at you for a brief second.

“You can’t smile with the mask on, Spidey.” You cooed, pushing him away from you as you looked at the photobooth screen. Trying to think of a face to make. You decided the first one could just be a simple smile.

Spider-Man tugged the mask over his mouth, his eyes sharpening in your direction for a moment before looking at the screen. You couldn't help but laugh at his childishness. You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your back as you leaned down. Smiling at the camera. Spider-Man grabbed your lower back, supporting you as you leaned back. His eyes widening to fake a shocked look.

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

The booth lit up for a moment, before returning to a soft glow the ring light produced. Making the two of you stand up straight, looking at the screen again. You pouted, “Hm.” You watched as the timer slowly went down, slowly counting backwards from forty five. “They really give us a lot of time for our pictures.”

Spider-Man laughed, “That sucks, the best part of photo booths is the hurry for the next picture.” He looked at the screen, seeing hearts decorating the picture the two of you just took. It was so cute.

You pulled him closer to you, pressing his nose against yours. “You choose the next pose.” Instantly his arms wrapped around your body, lifting you into the air. You loudly laughed.

“Lean into me.” Spider-Man whispered, his voice calm and relaxed. Eren noticed how you flicked your eyes down with hesitance, “Don’t worry, I won’t drop you.”

Your eyes widened for a second, almost shocked by his sincerity. You pupils constricted as you looked at him questioningly, “I don’t think I believe you.”

Spider-Man’s eyes went small, his arms tightening around you. “Good.” He leaned in closer, holding you so close, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Give me every right to prove it to you.”

You could feel a part of your body scream to pull away, pain littering your body. You’ve never been told anything so heartfelt. It felt like someone wrapped their being around you, holding you tight. A security you’ve never felt with anyone, now wrapped around your body. Your eyes softened, as a kind smile splitting your lips. Nose pressed against Spider-Mans as you looked into his eyes.

“Maybe.”

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

Spider-Man gently placed you on the ground, pushing a strand of hair from your face. His head tilted to the side, “Maybe?”

You nodded, “Maybe.”

Spider-Man placed his hand over his face, tilting it back slightly. “I guess I shall take this answer for the time being.”

You crinkled your nose in distaste, “Don’t ever say that again, you sound fifty.” You pushed him away slightly, “Don’t tell me I’ve been swinging around with some perverted old man.”

“What if you have?”

“Then I take my maybe back. There’s no way in hell I’m trusting your old ass.” You teased, throwing your hair over Spider-Man’s head, and blowing a kiss into the camera. Giggling when he did the same, however, there was more sass than you’ve ever seen. His hip jutted out, and eye shut while he held his hand out in front of his lips.

“Do I look sexy?” Spider-Man asked with full seriousness.

You burst out laughing, a cackle escaping your lips.

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

You gasped, “Fuck did it catch me laughing?!” You cringed, “Ugh, I literally look horrible when I laugh.” You whispered, “Can we do it again.” You turned to Spider-Man, like he could do anything in this situation.

“Fuck no, you look amazing in that picture.” He leaned in closer to the screen, smiling at how you were obnoxiously laughing. “It’s literally perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, you need to smile to make it fair.” You let a finger trail under his mask, “Just show the camera your smile.”

“Fine.” Spider-Man lifted the mask over his lips.

You looked at him for a second, while he looked at you. You squinted your eyes at him, “Are you trying to seduce me.”

Spider-Man burst out laughing, placing his hand over his mouth. “Is it working?” He couldn’t even say it seriously, he was just laughing.

You immediately grabbed his hand, pulling it away from his mouth. “Don’t cover your mouth, I didn’t get to do that!” You yelled, talking your free hand and pushing up the right side of his lip. Revealing his pearly canine.

Spider-Man tried removing your hand, failing miserably to battle the smile slowly building on his face. Glancing at the screen and slowly seeing the counter hit zero faster than he would like.

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

You loudly laughed, “Gotcha.”

Spider-Man rolled his eyes, placing his hand around your wrist. Pulling your hand off his lip, “I let you do that.” He smiled again, his eyes squinting from the mask.

Spider-Man just smiled, releasing your hand and allowing you to touch his lips again. You ignored how your cheeks were burning, “Sure you did, just admit it. You like me touching your lips.”

Spider-Man shook his head, “As if, who knows where your hands have been.” He ignored the way your eyes dipped to his lips for a second, your finger pushing against his bottom lip. “You could’ve stuck it in a…” The words were caught in his throat as you naturally leaned closer to him.

You smiled, not bothered to hide the way you were obviously looking at his lips. “Don’t lie, you like it, Spidey.” You pulled your hand back, playful eyes meeting his. You could feel your heart skip a beat as Spider-Man grabbed your wrist gently. You weakly laughed, “What?”

“Nothing.” Spider-Man whispered, slowly bringing you closer to him.

You gave him a questioning look, pressing your chest against his from the proximity. Suddenly, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. IS HE GOING TO KISS ME?! You blinked a few times. “U-Uhm..” Oh my god, it’s happening. I’m finally going to kiss a superhero.

Spider-Man’s nose touched yours.

You felt your lips wiggle, your eyes shutting. Waiting for him to kiss you.

‘3…2…1… Smile!’

The booth lit up for a moment, before returning to a soft glow the ring light produced.

‘All done! Enjoy the memories created!’

You felt Spider-Man laugh, pulling away from you. You shakily exhaled, thickly slowly opening eyes. Only to see his eyes squinted, his mask covering his lips again. The bastard was smiling.

“Horndog.” Spider-Man cooly said, quickly walking out of the booth. “I wanna see the photos!”

You blinked, in utter shock. Wait, wasn't he gonna kiss me?.. Suddenly your cheeks were burning with embarrassment, Spider-Man wasn’t going to kiss you. He was just taking a picture, and you thought he was going to kiss you. Oh my god, I’m going to kill myself.

“C’mon! It’s gonna rain soon, we don’t want the pictures getting ruined!” Spider-Man shouted, shoving his hand in the booth and waving it. He was like a puppy. And, you didn’t know how to react. You plopped on the photo booth bench looking at yourself. Seeing your flushed expression. Jesus, you looked like a mess.

Wait, pictures getting ruined? He kinda’ sounds like.. “Eren..” you whispered. You pushed yourself out the booth, only to see an empty street. Where the hell did he go? “Bug-Boy?” You questioned, taking a few more steps into the sidewalk.

“Behind you!’ You turned on your heel, seeing the spider iconically hanging upside down. Hanging from a web connected to a lamp post, slowly lowering himself closer to your face. Quite literally the pose you’d imagine Spider-Man always be in.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re so..”

“Amazing? I know.”

“Bipolar!” You told him, rolling your eyes.

“I guess that too.” Spider-Man said with a laugh, handing you one of the photo strips. Taking the other one and looking at it. He cackled, “You look so surprised in the last photo. I swear, you’re so cute.”

You cringed, shaking your head. “I look desperate.” You told him, “Which isn’t a good look for me.”

“I strongly disagree.” Spider-Man said, looking at the pictures.

You rolled your eyes, “Of course you do.”

Spider-Man’s eyes squinted, making you smile in return. “You wanted to kiss me.” He teased, shaking the picture. Pointing at the one where your eyes were closed, and Spider-Man was winking at the camera.

“As if.” You scoffed, tossing a chunk of hair over your shoulder.

Spider-Man tilted his head, lifting the mask above his nose. “Fine. I’ll let you kiss me, since you’re begging for it.” He said in an exasperated voice. Almost as if he was doing you a favor.

You narrowed your eyes at him, before smiling. Grabbing the back of his face and leaning in, tilting your head. “You want me to kiss you?” You whispered, less than an inch away from his lips.

“You want to kiss me.” Spider-Man rebutted.

You giggled, “You’re not wrong.” Before, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, taking a few steps back and smiling at him. “But, I know how to wait. Can’t say the same about you.” Spider-Man lifted his hand to his cheek, red dusting his entire face.

“I hate you.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his body. Spider-Man’s face shoved into your chest, “No you don’t.”

『 END OF VOLUME TWO: FAMILIAR FACES MEET.. 』: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ