Don't Jump // Peter Parker x OC ((Book One))

Peter and I were walking to my house from his. We were laughing and telling jokes. I didn't live very far from him. And it was Queens, nothing ever happens unless someone robs a bank. Which never happens.

We got to my apartment, and Peter walked me up to my door.

"Beatrice! Why are there other people here?" My mother yells.

"Sorry, mama." I say

"Beatrice," my dad starts, coming out of his and my mom's room. He gives me a mean look before raising his hand to hit me.

"Mr Willow!" Peter shouts, getting his attention. Peter held up his hands and flinched as instead, my father's hand hit Peter. I shriek and run over to him.

I feel tears run in my eyes as Peter's cheek turns more and more red.

And I swore to never bring him anywhere near my home again.

-

I woke up. My body was cold and I was sweating. I was at Peter's house. I smelled cinnamon and toast and I heard the sound of Peter singing stupidly along to his music. All of sudden I hear, "Ah! That's hot!"

I put a hand to my forehead and laugh silently before getting out of the bed and walking out of the room.

"Sleeping Beauty is awake!" Peter says jokingly. "May had to work early. She'll be back around ten tonight or so."

"You weren't kidding when you said you basically live alone." I say. I sit at their small three person table. May always told me there was one extra chair for me.

"Yeah. But she earns a lot of money. It doesn't look like it, but she's done good for herself. Even with having to take care of me, and when she lost... Yeah."

I understood what he meant.

"What are you making?" I ask quickly changing the subject.

"French toast." he answered.

Peter's phone started buzzing on the table in front of me.

"It's Mr Stark. He's face timing you." I say

Peter started to panic slightly. He set the spatula he was using in the pan to get his phone.

"Peter! Don't do that you'll burn down the apartment!" I yell, running over to the pan.

"Bad timing?" Tony asks.

"Ah, no. No good time sorry." Peter says, "I'm just an idiot sometimes."

"Sometimes?" I ask, grinning slightly. I see Tony who's trying to keep from laughing.

"Now, Bea. While that was honestly kind of funny, you have to be nice to Peter. He's fragile." he says

Peter gives us both a blunt stare. "I hate you guys."

"I know you mean love!" I sing-song.

"Anyway, I need to see you guys in twenty." Tony says

"But French toast." I say sadly.

"Fine, thirty. No later." You could practically hear Tony rolling his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr Stark!" I say gladly, flipping the French toast in the pan.

"God, I have children now." he laughs before hanging up.

"Eat fast." Peter says, serving me three pieces, and serving himself three as well.

We quickly eat and clean up a little. We then hurry out of the door.

"Can I do something a little risky and weird?"