▫️Y/n's POV▫️

I entered the living room and sat on the couch. Neither Peter nor Aunt May were here. I rubbed the rope burns on my wrists. I slightly winced. I pulled a sweatshirt on over my shirt and pulled the sleeves over the marks. I sigh.

Just then the front door opened. I looked over and saw Aunt May entering the house. "Hello sweetie." She greeted. I waved making the sweatshirt sleeve fall a little, revealing the rope burn. Aunt may looked at it. "Oh my." She gasped. "What happened. Come on, I'll get the first aid kit." She said as she walked away to get the first aid kit.

I sighed and stood up. I walked into the kitchen and waited by the center island. She walked back over to treat the burns. She pulled me over to the kitchen sink and ran the cold water over my wrists. I winced in pain. I bit my tongue as to not tell or anything like that.

She finally turned the water off and pulled me back over to the center island. She took some cream out of the first aid kit and put some in her hand and rubbed it on my wrists. I once again winced at the stinging feeling.

Just as she was about to wrap clean gauze wraps around them Peter walked into the room. He looked to us. His gaze finally landed on the rope burns. He rushed over to me and took Aunt may's place in wrapping my wrists. "What the heck happened?" He asked me as he was finishing wrapping it. "It was nothing. I'm fine." I say. "No your not. This doesn't just happen on accident. Were your wrists bound in rope?" He asks. I don't answer.

▫️Peter's POV▫️

"No your not. This doesn't just happen on accident. Were your wrists bound in rope?" I ask. She doesn't answer. This doesn't make sense. Earlier today, the person who can make portals was bound in ropes. They were bound on their wrists, ankles and torso. I really didn't want to say this but I had to know. "Can I see your ankles?" I ask with a slight blush. She gave me a confused look that I found really cute. "What? Why?" She asks. "Can I just see your ankles?" I ask again. Y/n hesitantly nods and sits on the couch. She raises her leg and rolls up her pant leg. And their were rope burns but not as bad as on her wrists. "What happened?" I ask again. She didn't speak and just stared down at the floor.

I didn't know how to confront her without revealing my spider-man secret. I'm gonna do it though. "Y/n, do you have any powers?" I ask. Her head snapped up to look at me. "W-what?" She stuttered. I scratch the back of my neck. "Do you have any powers?" I ask. Her eyes were wide. I glanced over at Aunt may to make sure that she couldn't hear us.

"So, I'm spider-man." I said. She stared at me with wide eyes. "I was just at a warehouse helping an agent that was bound. You have the exact same rope marks as the agent. Tell me are you the person that has the power to make portals?" I ask. She stared at me with wide eyes. Her bottom lip quivered and she hesitantly nodded. She buried her face in her hands as tears streamed down her face. My eyes were wide. I was right and this whole time, it was her.

I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. She stiffened, not used to the gesture. She continued crying but into my should. I rub her back. It's a good thing she couldn't see my face because I was blushing as red as a tomato.