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Peter was exhausted. He pulled an all-nighter studying for his midterm exams after staying out late the night before crime fighting as Spider-Man, and all he wanted to do was collapse onto his bed and sleep until next week. Unfortunately, Peter would have to suffer through a thirty minute ride home on a crowded subway before he could get some much needed rest.
“E...Excuse me, sorry, coming through.” Peter apologized as he maneuvered through a crowd of people to step inside the subway.
As luck would have it, he managed to snag an empty seat on the subway. Peter sighed in relief before he set his backpack down on the floor between his feet once he sat down.
Now I just have to stay awake long enough until I reach my stop. Peter pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and plugged in his headphones to tune out the noises around him.
He allowed his mind to wander as he looked down at his phone, scrolling aimlessly through news articles and funny YouTube videos while occasionally looking up at the window across from him. When Peter took the time to look up from his phone, his eyes had landed on a female figure sitting across from him. He found himself doing a double take as his eyes took in her appearance. She wore a (f/c) duffel coat with a long pleated skirt and sunglasses. Sensing Peter’s gaze, the woman looked up from the book she appeared to be reading, and tilted down her sunglasses far enough to reveal her piercing gold hues.
Holy shit… Peter marveled.
Peter couldn’t help but wonder if they were real or just fancy contacts. By the time he realized he had been blatantly staring at a stranger, he quickly looked away and back down at his phone. Despite his brain telling him not to, Peter found himself stealing a second glance at her. He was surprised to discover the woman staring back at him with a smile that made his heart begin to race. As Peter gazed at her more closely, he also realized the woman appeared to be close to his age, maybe a year or two older than he was. Peter wasn’t sure exactly how old she was. One thing he was sure of: he had to say something.
Say something, stupid! Say hello, say anything! Peter licked his lips as he racked his brain on how to articulate his thoughts properly.
“U...Uh… I…” Peter quickly became red-faced by his own effusiveness.
He tried to get his brain and mouth to collaborate with each other, but they just didn’t want to work the way he wanted them to.
Before Peter could babble any further, the subway slowly screeched to a halt as it arrived at another stop. Peter watched as the woman stood up from her seat, held her book firm against her chest before she proceeded to leave the subway. Much to Peter’s surprise, the woman appeared to be taller than most of the other female subway riders. With her tall stature, gold hues, and the way she carried herself, she gave off the impression that she was no ordinary woman. Peter would probably go as far to say she looked like an Amazon woman.
“Farwell…” The woman said, shooting Peter one last smile before she got off the subway.
Peter watched her figure disappear into the crowd of people getting off the subway until he could no longer see her. Peter sat there dumbfounded at what he just witnessed, running a hand through his hair. He began to wonder who that woman was and would he ever see her again?
Yeah, right. Peter dismissed the idea from his thoughts. What are the chances I’d see her again in a place like New York City? She’s probably visiting just like any other tourist.
Little did Peter know that would not be the last time he would be able to steal a glance at the woman he dubbed the Amazon woman.