Imagines and One-Shots (Book Three)

Lost in Translation (Ashton Irwin)

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i didn't know how to split this up evenly so i just didn't lmao i hope u don't mind super long imagines

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"Hey!" you shouted, instantly taking off against the person who has snatched your backpack off of your shoulder.

You were walking home from school alone – that seemed to be the routine now that your best friend had found himself a different girl to walk with – when you'd heard the heavy footstep behind you. You didn't think anything of it at first – you just thought they had somewhere to be and that they'd pass you – and while they did pass you on the sidewalk, they also decided to take your backpack with them.

You ran around the corner in pursuit of the thief, only to find they were nowhere to be found. Now, you knew you couldn't have just lost them that easily because you were right behind them, but you had no idea what happened to them.

You huffed lightly – and started panicking a bit as well as everything such as your phone and wallet and house key and homework were in that bag – as you tried to come up with how you were going to find them. But luckily, they – well...your backpack – ended up finding you.

"I don't think that backpack belongs to you," you heard a voice, making you furrow your eyebrows. You heard a strained grown next and then what sounded like something falling to the ground before your eyes widened at the person who walked out of the alleyway a few feet in front of you.

You'd obviously heard of New York City's Spider-Man before, but you'd never seen him, much less in person. The superhero was famous as far as you were concerned, and you never thought he'd pay any mind to something as small as a petty thief stealing a backpack from a student.

"I believe this is yours," Spider-Man approached you, holding your backpack out for you.

"Thanks..." you said softly, taking it from him carefully, "I don't mean to sound rude, but don't you have better things to be doing? Like... Worse criminals to be catching?" The superhero chuckled lightly.

"Maybe," he shrugged, "But I was just flying over and saw what happened, so I dropped in to help." You couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks," you said again, "Saves me from figuring out what to do next."

"Don't thank me – just doin' my job," he assured you, "Would you like me to walk you home – you know, just in case?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you insisted, "I don't wanna waste any more of your time."

"It's no problem, really," he promised you, "Just wanna make sure you get home safe." And since you didn't really feel 100% safe now that you were almost robbed, you decided to take Spider-Man up on the offer and let him finish walking you home.

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Two months later

Ever since that afternoon, you and Spider-Man had actually become pretty good friends. You hadn't gotten into any trouble since the incident where you first met him, but he would drop by your house – well, he would drop by your window, more specifically – for a few minutes after a night of fighting crime just to see how you were doing.

It was during one particular visit that you told him you were fine, but he could see right through you. He climbed in the open window and leaning back against the window sill with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You don't look fine to me," Spider-Man called your bluff.

"It's nothing," you shook your head, tapping your pencil on the spiral of the notebook in your lap, "Just... Stupid high school drama... You've got bigger things to worry about, I'm sure."