Authors note: So I'm still hella sick and writing has been so difficult for me, mostly because I'm busy napping, or watching tv or something boring like that. I promise the next chapter will be longer, and sorry for taking so long to update ;-;

Peter's spider sense was going crazy. The lights, the people, the drinking, Spiderman is definitely not cut out for parties.

He seemed to be the only one not having fun at the party. Luke and Danny were drunk, and dancing in the crowd with their PB& J costumes. Ava was off drinking some frat boys under the table, and MJ was flirting with an uptight Harry Osbourn.

It's not that he can't have fun at parties, it's just that Peter was tired of fending off drunk frat girls. If he would have known that wearing a sexy costume invited this much unwanted groping, then he would have gone as Bob Belcher for sure. Peter sighed, maybe he shouldn't have gotten this dressed up.

He needed something calm his pulsating spider sense. The strobe lights and loud music were setting off his senses, and the drunk college kids weren't helping. Peter maneuvered his way through the dense crowd, dodging the drunk bodies that were being flung at him.

When he made finally made his way to the drink table he was covered in sweat that wasn't his. Peter examined himself with disgust, who knew MJ could throw such a gross party.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath when he had finally made it to the drink table. He just needed something to calm him down.

When Peter bent over to grab a beer out of the ice chest on the floor, he felt a hard smack on his ass, followed by a muffled giggle. His spider sense now felt like a migraine.

He had reached his limit. Whoever had just accosted him was in for a broken jaw. Peter slowly rose back up and turned around, cocking back his fist to strike his groper.

"Chill out, it's me!" Yelped a familiar voice.

Peter lowered his fist, snapping out of his haze. Standing in front of him was a girl in a skin-tight Spiderman costume. The girl pulled off the spider mask, her green eyes flushed with concern. 'Of course' Peter thought, it would be Sam who he had almost decked.

"Dude, are you okay?" Sam said, lifting one of her arms to grab Peter's shoulder.

Peter winced at her touch, his spider sense was now overwhelming. All he could think about was escaping.

"I need to get out of here." Peter growled, dragging Sam along with him as he made his way out of the crowded room.

Sam didn't offer any resistance; she could hear the urgency in his voice. He had a vice grip on her wrists, she ignored it at first, but now he was seriously hurting her. She was going to yell at him, but his face looked concerningly pale. When he had finally stopped, she noticed that he had dragged her all the way to MJ's bathroom.

The bathroom was well lit, and far away from the party. She could see his face clearly now, he was pale, sweaty, and his eyes were tightly shut.

"What the hell, Webs!?" She yelled, her voice filled with a mix of concern and anger.

"Sam, stop talking" He said sternly, his face completely devoid of emotion.

She could hear the seriousness in his voice, so reluctantly, she obeyed.

Peter closed his eyes and focused on calming himself down. This wasn't the first time that he'd been drugged, but last time he wasn't surrounded by strobe lights and drunk teenagers.

Peters metabolism burned off most of whatever had been slipped into his drink, but now he had to figure out a way to keep Sam from chin checking him.

When he opened his eyes, he could see that Sam was glaring at him, as he was expecting, but she didn't look like she was mad about missing the party.

"Sorry about tha- "he started before being cut off.

"Let go of me." She growled, hot tears were now threatening to flow from her eyes.

Peter looked down and realized that he had been gripping her with his full strength.

"Shit!" he cursed, quickly releasing his hold on her. "Sam I'm so sorry, I didn't mean t-" he started, his apology being cut short by the back of Sam's hand.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" she screamed, roughly wiping away her eyes with her sleeve.

Peter sighed dejectedly, "Okay, I deserved that. I'm sorry," he said, his stomach heavy with guilt.

"Whatever, I'm gonna go," she said spitefully, turning to leave MJ's cramped bathroom.

Peter reached out to grab her, but stopped himself. He knew that he should just do his best to apologize when she isn't fuming.