Your fellow avenger and friend Peter hears you coughing in your room, of course the superhero in him had to come make sure you were alright
Eyes closed in pure relaxation, music playing from your tv and a blunt burning your hand; you think this must be the closest thing to heaven on Earth there is.
You take another pull, coughing a bit at the burn in your throat. But it’s worth it to experience the way the music sounds especially beautiful to your ears right now. To have all the anxiety of the day melt away just from inhaling.
You smile to yourself, hitting the blunt again and once again coughing. Fuck, you gotta take a smaller hit you reprimand yourself internally with a giggle, but you quickly go silent at the sound of approaching footsteps.
You scramble to hide your lighter and all other evidence of your recreational drug use as you hear a knock on your door.
“Y/N, you’ve been coughing all night; are you okay? Do you have a cold?”
You almost sigh in relief at the sound of Peter Parker’s concerned voice from behind your door.
“Is something burning? Y/N, open up!” He calls impatiently now and you cover your mouth at his naiveness. For a genius he sure could be slow.
He must’ve finally put two and two together when he exclaims, “oh my god! are you smoking weed?” just pushing open your door at this point and you gasp.
“Geez, Peter are you gonna announce it to the whole compound? Shut the door!” You whisper yell.
He steps in and closes the door behind him, making himself right at home in your bed.
“Ummm, I did not say for you to get in my bed Pete! I’m having a….self care night.” You explain and he rolls his eyes.
“Wow, what if I wanted to join your smoke sesh?” He asks almost too seriously and you raise an eyebrow.
“Since when does Spider-Man smoke weed?”
“I like to drink. But sometimes with my spider senses, I don’t like how being drunk makes me feel. But a joint every now then helps me relax” he shrugs. You can’t help but soften at the somewhat personal confession. Of course the team were all pretty close, but its hard to talk about how your powers and obligations can affect you.
You pull the blunt out again, handing it to him with a suggestive wiggle of your eyebrows. You grab the lighter and he takes it too.
The glow of the flame illuminates his face for a moment and you watch him as he takes his first pull. You’re still high, and can’t help but study him. The way his big hands looked holding the lighter. How pretty his hair was.
He smirks when he catches you staring.
“Take a picture Y/N, it’ll last longer” he jokes
as he exhales. Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.
He passes the blunt back to you.
“Why do you smoke?” He asks, his soft brown eyes watching you with care.
You shrug, in similar fashion to him.
“I dunno, why does anyone? I like being high”
Peter laughs a little, “That’s why I like you….”
You don’t don’t know why those five words have such an effect on you.
“You like me?” You can’t help but ask, feeling incredibly dumb afterwards.
Peter shifts to be closer to you, “I really do actually. When I heard you coughing, I was gonna try to swoop in and take care of you in your hour of need. But this even better, and I’m glad you’re not sick” he confesses.
And your stuck with a silly grin, body buzzing from THC and excitement alike.
He reaches out a hand to grab the blunt from you, and you expect him to to take another hit. Instead he ashes it and places it on the nightstand.
He leans forward, “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’re even prettier when you’re high” his voice whispers, a little gruffer now.
And he meant every word. The way your eyes got lower every time you took a puff had his dick already half hard. And fuck, he wanted to commit the smell of you to memory.
“Maybe it’s the weed…” you giggle, “…but I really wanna fuck you”
Peter feels his body go into overdrive at your words, every fiber of his being telling him to fill you up right then.
“Is it just the weed?” He hums, placing a hand on your thigh, thumb stroking the exposed skin there. You shake your head, climbing into his lap and his hands immediately relocate to your waist.
“Nah, I’ve wanted to fuck your for a while actually Spider-Boy” you tease, rocking your hips against him and he pulls you even tighter.
“It’s Spider-Man” he corrects you before finally pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back like it’s the last the last thing you’d ever do, his mouth sweet from the berry fusion wrap you’d smoked. You feel yourself grow wetter with each passing second, whining against him.
“I wanna ride you” you pant, finally breaking away from the kiss and Tom groans, making quick work of both of your underwear and his own.
“Fuck, you can do anything you want” he replies and you push him back against the bed. He looked so good lying there beneath you, and you can’t can’t him inside of you fast enough.
Peter sits up on his elbows to watch you sink down on his dick, jaw going slack at feeling of your wetness squeezing him just right.
“Oh my god, Pete, I can feel you so deep” you moan once you’re finally settled and he can barely string the words together enough to speak.
“Take you shirt off, please” he grunts and you comply, pulling your top over your head slowly. Only breaking eye contact when the shirt breaks your line of vision. You can feel his dick throb inside of you as his eyes falls to your tits, wasting no time taking them in his hands and massaging.
Your hips start moving almost on their own accord at the feel of his big hands on your breasts. You take your first tentative bounce, already feeling the first traces of pleasure at the way he filled you so perfectly.
Peter’s fingers find your nipples, playing with and pinching them as you bounce harder on top of him. Your own hands steady yourself on his strong chest, continuing your movements. Something about it turned you on so much. Spider-Man himself beneath you, fucking you. Letting you use him to make yourself cum.
You feel your high approaching, hips stuttering. Peters brown curls were beginning to stick to his forehead, damp with sweat. So handsome.
He can tell you’re close, hands moving to grip your ass and help you grind against him.
“I’m so close Pete…” you whisper, voice needy and Peter plants his feet in the mattress; hips thrusting upwards to fuck up into you.
You gasp as he pounds you from below, head falling forward and you can’t even warn him before you’re coming all over his cock.
You shake above him, and Peter is mesmerized by the way you look. He pushes into you slower now, but still deep as he feels his own orgasm washing over him.
warnings: suggestive themes, toxic peter, manipulation, obsesssive and possessive behavior, hints of infantilization
summary: Ever since the accident that nearly sent you into a coffin, Peter has spent every moment with you out of fear of history repeating itself. Unfortunately, you love him too much to try and say anything about it.
author’s note: this is a part of my 1K followers present week. I hope you enjoy a slightly unhinged spidey boy.
On the night that Peter saw you falling forty stories from the ground, the crack in his behavior shattered into many pieces like a fallen mirror. To think if he did not arrive a second earlier, your neck would have snapped along with your shattering bones. The thought alone of your skin becoming entirely cold and red blood pouring over the gray cement—and it not being his intentional doing—made him vomit into his bathroom sink whenever he thought about it too hard.
Just the proposal of death almost being able to rap at your door was the reason you were under Peter’s warm body in his bed many weeks after the incident. It started slowly, like a boil. He suggested you stay over at his apartment to mentally recover from the situation, but one night turned into a day, which turned into a week. Now you were completely cooked and hadn’t been to your dorm room in months.
Before you even agreed to date him, Peter had his moments. It was as if one screw was never secured correctly whenever he would interact with you. He was always so physically demanding, even when he was only your friend. He would play with your hands and braid random strands of your hair. And when you started dating, he told you how many freckles that graced your pores as a joke.
“Married?” You squeaked as your eyes grazed over the words on the card a hundred times without retaining any of the information. As you momentarily forgot how to even read, you had to rely on the words coming out of Andy’s mouth.
“Yes, uh, married.” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Dani and I are getting married over the summer.”
-first of all him being the absolute cutest when he asked you out, like completely fucking nervous and stressed beating around the bush before finally getting it out
-the first few dates he always looked star struck at whatever you wore constantly looking like he felt so lucky but in reality you knowing you were the lucky one.
-him knocking on your door at night nervous you’d be mad at him when he bails on a date because he’s busy helping with his “stark internship” with flowers and a movie so you could have a make-up date then.
-the flowers being peach roses because he read that they represent gratefulness showing you appreciate or like someone.
-your first kiss would be after you catch him staring at your lips while your ranting passionately about some stupid movie. You’d realize you’re ranting and awkwardly chuckle blushing apologizing saying, “sorry I just happen to be extremely passionate about…” as you trailed off realizing he was leaning in before he stopped realizing what he was doing and began blushing as he scratched his neck “sorry I- it’s just you, well you were sitting there and you looked so pretty and I just couldn’t-“ before you cut him off by placing your hands on his neck pulling him into a quick yet passionate kiss. It took him a second of shock as his eyes were wide open but eventually he settled into it placing his hands on your waist as you faced him.
-aunt may 100% accidentally walking in on you two making out leaving peter blushing and cLEARLY sexually frustrated…
-him having to bail on dates a lot which was extremely frustrated as he pinned it on the stark internship which became detrimental to your relationship
-you knowing peter is the most loyal guy in the world so he would never cheat on you which surprisingly was bad news as you were scared he’d lost interest in you.
-so you showed up at his house to talk but bailed because you knew you wouldn’t be able to come to terms with him no longer liking you if that was the case, so you just walked home.
-but as you were walking home you’d end up witnessing a robbery and immediately called the police but you saw an old woman who saw it as well approaching the people robbing the store and saw them pull a gun so immediately you would go to help protecting the old woman promising you’d walk away and not say anything but then a siren sounded of a cop car so they grew angry and pointed to shoot but just in time spiderman shot the mans hands webbing him to the nearest wall of the store to prevent him from shooting but the bullet still went off it just ended up thankfully not hitting you or the woman but as Spider-Man was dealing with one of the men she noticed a man assisting in the robbery was getting away so she herself pursued him but tripped on the sidewalk falling causing him to get away but you let out a loud screech as you noticed the huge gash on your leg from falling harshly on the concrete. Angrily you stood up wanting to pursue the man till you heard a familiar voice call out from behind you “Rosey?” Which was your boyfriends nickname for you because he knew it was your favorite flower. But all you saw was spiderman rushing towards you making sure you were okay, confused you looked at him distraught till he pulled off his mask, “p-peter?”
-literally being even more in love with peter if that was even possible after finding out he was spiderman.
-realizing you love peter but being too terrified to tell him, not knowing he’s been knowing since the second date just how much he loved you.
-having “study dates” which were just excuses to make out with peter on his bed which you happily obliged to.
-those study dates starting off with you sitting Indian style on the edge of his bed reading shakespeare to him making fun of the language as he sat by the headboard admiring you while he had his history book in his lap reading it. Eventually you were both silently reading your books not focused whatsoever on studying just stealing glances at each other till you locked eyes and he said, “yeah okay the renaissance can wait” as he closed the book abruptly tossing it to the side as you giggled turning to him tossing your book as his hands gripped your neck gently but quickly and urgently pulling you into a soft kiss.
-As you began to kiss you would smile into them slowly leaning him down so you were both laying down- but never separating the kiss, you on top. Your hands entangled in his curly hair as he had his hands firmly on your waist.
-you smiling non stop into the kisses
-him surprising you by flipping you over so he was on top (he’d been pretty comfortable in your relationship so he was fine doing stuff like this but his confidence still shocked you)
-him making out with you as you gently bit on his lip having him let out a small moan which only drove you more insane.
-him removing his lips from you letting them trail from your ear which made you shiver down your jaw to your neck, leaving little kisses which made you moan loudly. Your breathing picked up as he seemed to gain confidence from hearing your whimpers of pleasure from his love bites.
-him surprising you in your room with your favorite flowers— peach roses from your first few dates.
-and by surprise I mean he literally sneaks in through your window so when you turn around there are just peach roses on the counter making you smile knowing he was right behind you, so you’d turn around a big smile on your face as you jumped on to him in a hug wrapping your legs around his waist making him chuckle as you were insanely happy to see he was okay after going to help tony somewhere on mission.
-you being super protective over him terrified he was taking on too much even though you knew how much he wanted to help people was just part of who he was even if it meant him constantly putting himself in danger.
-always hugging him extra long when he came back from a ‘mission.’
-passionate kisses always
-him accidentally slipping an “alright bye, I love you” as he pecked your lips and left your house.
-you closing the door casually after it happens before realizing the context of what jUST HAPPENED, then opening it shocked as he faced you just as shocked both of your cheeks a bright red.
-“you love me?” You asked shocked a huge smile playing on your lips.
-he stumbled on his words terrified, “I’m so sorry, it wasn’t supposed to come out like that I had it all planned out and I’m sorry that wasn’t-“
-you interrupting him “peter-“
-him continuing not hearing you, “perfect, I wanted it to be special. I can’t believe I messed-“
-“PETER,” you told him catching his attention
-“yes?” He asked scared
-you walking straight through the door your hands grabbing him by the collar pulling him into an insanely passionate kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck smiling as he pulled back both of you blushing as you then spoke up, “I love you too.”
-you both being the literal fucking cutest couple in the world
-peter always being super gentle and asking before doing anything serious even though you’ve been together for six months.
-your heart constantly breaking a little every time he leaves
-you and aunt may bonding as she begins to like you considering how much you’re around peter, liking you mainly because of how happy you make him. Plus whenever he’s gone you bring her Chinese food and watch movies with her to distract you both from the fact that he’s in danger. But despite all this, aunt may is still very mother like with threats about how if you ever hurt him she’d find worse ways then burning to kill you.
-him still after so much time together looking so lucky to have you and as star struck as he was at the beginning.
-eventually him being extremely comfortable with you that he’d shock you by mid- history class sending you a note to look at your phone on which you’d find a text reading “supply closet?” Which was where you two would sneak off to make out which made you blush super red even though you’re the one who yanked him in there the first time after you’d been frustrated and needed to see him which leads to passionate and urgent make out sessions.
-passionate and urgent make out sessions
-you usually being dominant but occasionally peter surprising you by taking a strong lead and always being very well at it ;)
-you feeling always so comfortable and protected in the relationship
-you always rooting for him and being proud of anything he does
-him constantly reminding you he loves you
-and all around him just being the best boyfriend ever.
So I have an idea for a story that could either be a one shot or a four part peter parker x fem! reader series, the plot is listed down below please let me know if I should keep it at a one shot or a four part series, it would help a lot! Ahh!
summary: to save peter parker’s life you must strip him of all of his memories of the two of you together, you figured you’d be able to handle the pain but it was hard when you had finally started to admit you were falling for the undeniably annoying yet adorable brunette boy who’d saved your life all those months ago. But, for peter, you’d do what you’d have to, to keep him alive.
Synopsis: you and peter are secretly dating against your legal guardian— tony stark’s, rules. One night you had an intense fight with peter about whether or not the sneaking around was worth it. Then the next morning Tony asks peter to help you in the training facility which leads to a tension filled and intense training session in which peter admits he would die for her if he had to which leads to some interesting… uh training.
Warning: some uh sexual tension, mentions of death, making out
Peter parker x reader (your dad being tony stark),, fluff and sexual tension!
“Admit it, Peter, you hate this! All of this sneaking around!” You shouted at him in your room your eyes stinging with tears.
Peter looked helplessly at you, he desperately wanted to wipe the tears from your eyes and kiss you repeatedly till you understood he didn’t care about the sneaking around he just wanted to be with you, but that’s not what he said.
“Y/n, we have to sneak around… you know tony— your dad, wouldn’t let us be together… you don’t think it’s worth it?” He asked hurt in his eyes as the last few words came out.
“No of course I do! But peter… this sneaking around? Acting like you’re nothing more than an acquaintance, you don’t get how much it hurts when you come back from missions with my dad and I can’t just run into your arms and kiss the living daylights out of you for coming back alive. It hurts so fucking much, peter. I want to be with you, I really want to be with you… but maybe. Maybe it’s just not meant to be. It just… feels like the world is putting us against each other.” You paused feeling the electrical currrents running through your hand threatening to come out as you had your hands down in fists by your sides.
You were born with superpowers, but as far as you knew your parents were both humans, so you hid your abilities. Till one night a robber snuck into your house when you were twelve. Your parents hid you behind them as they tried to reason with the man as he had pulled out a gun. But it was too late, he shot them both, leaving you sobbing as you dropped screaming for your dad who seemed already gone… you turned to the floor holding your mom who was bleeding out in your arms as she breathed her last few breaths. The man began to ransack your house till the anger took you over and you let the build up of emotions trigger your powers causing large bolts of lightning to shoot through your hands as you screamed. The man instantly fell to the floor as did you onto your knees from the lack of energy. Your mothers eyes widened witnessing the whole thing. Crying you made your way to her as you quickly spoke up, “I’m so sorry… mommy, just stay with me, the ambulance is on their way okay.”you repeated desperately till she shook her head, “I love you, y/m/n, and I’m sorry babygirl.” She whispered just barely getting it out when her eyes closed one last time.
They were pronounced dead later that night, but terrified before the police could question you, you ran. A few days later you were hidden in an alleyway when tony stark approached you and the rest was history.
He took you in, fostering you, and training you to control your powers.
Even though the papers stated only Tony was your father— each of the avengers felt like family members. You were extremely lucky to have each of them even though they weren’t always appreciative of your remarks.
You were fourteen when a fifteen year old boy named peter parker came into the picture, he began as quick crush seeing as he was the only boy around you but even so you knew in a crowd full of guys to potentially crush on, it would always be peter.
However, you never let him know that.
Teasing him when he was so formal with your foster dad, occasionally mocking him and making witty remarks to him to hide how your heart would break every time he left and you didn’t know where he was.
Till one night… you let it show, just after a large battle he’d participated in and came back all bruised up.
You hadn’t heard from him or any news about his well-being in days so you were terrified so when he arrived back to your house to see tony, you couldn’t help it. You immediately ran to him pulling him into a quick hug. “Jesus Christ, Parker, where have you been? Never scare me like that again.” You spoke into the crook of his neck.
To say he was shocked, was an understatement as he felt your small arms wrapped around his body. But he responded quickly by letting his arms wrap around you— your scent engulfing him making him smile, god how he had missed your witty remarks.
He knew it wasn’t right to be crushing on Mr. Starks adopted daughter but how could he not? He thought you were beautiful and strong and so smart… he truly liked you, not that he’d ever admit it considering it sounded like you thought of him like a friend or even worse a brother the way you teased him.
But that night pulling out of the hug your eyes locked as your eyes then dropped to his lips and before you knew it your hands were on his neck pulling him in for a passionate kiss. He instantly kissed back till he groaned so you pulled back confused, “I uh have a bruise there… sorry.” He spoke blushing which made you laugh as you went back in for another kiss this one gentler.
Then all of the sudden he pulled back again… “wait so you…like me?”
You blushed instantly and rolled your eyes, before pulling back completely taken in what you had done. Broken Tony’s number one rule, getting involved with a superhero that would put your life at risk and theirs constantly. “I uh… shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” You said realizing just how difficult that would have been.
“Oh…” he had spoken looking down dissapointed. “So you dont?”
“No, I-“ you spoke before pausing to take a breath, “yes peter parker. I like you. how could I not, peter? You’re an incredible guy… smart, strong, kind, I just couldn’t help it… don’t let any of this go to your head though, your egos big enough as it is.” You spoke Which had made him laugh as he rolled his eyes then a confident smirk showed up on his lips making your brows furrow.
“What?” You had asked confused.
“Y/n Stark has a crush on me.” He had spoken confidently, making you roll your eyes. “Shut up. You know my dad would have your head on a stick and then take a picture and frame it if he ever found out we were dating.” You let slip out which made Peter’s brows go up.
“We’re dating?” He had asked with a cheeky smile making you blush and stumble over your words, “sorry I meant uh… um, we don’t have to. But if you want to-“
“Y/N,”
“I didn’t mean to suggest or anything but…”
“Y/N!”
“Hmm?”
“I would love to date you.”
At first what you both had started out as innocent hanging out which Tony Stark saw out as normal. But both of you being growing teenagers… things would at times end up being more then just a movie night.
It was a few months before peter actually asked you to be his girlfriend, which commenced the sneaking around you both hated so much. You both were only teenagers now being sixteen and seventeen, and you desperately hated hiding things from the people you loved but your relationship was so incredible that it was too hard to risk it.
However, Peters enhanced senses it was like everything else was heightened, even for you. Especially your fights, just like the one you were currently having…
“What are you saying?” Peter asked hurt in his eyes as he was terrified of what you’d say next.
“Maybe we shouldn’t-“ you started, tears about to come out of your eyes when the door opened and Tony walked in and as a reflex peter webbed him to the doorknob of your room.
“Oh sh-, sorry, Mr. Stark. I was just leaving, here let me help you.” He spoke frantically trying to distract himself from what you were about to say.
“Um okay, well it’s good you’re both here, I was wondering if you would mind training Y/N tomorrow in the sparring room, she needs help with her combat.”
“Oh um…” peter spoke looking over at you noticing your eyes were on the floor brimming with tears that you hid well.
“Do we use our powers in sparring?”
“No, just work on pure physical contact. You need to learn not to rely on them.” Tony explained making you wince at the words, pure physical contact.
Peter just agreed and tony eventually look to you, “you up for that, Y/N?l”
You just nodded giving a small smile before you turned to your bed as tony and peter walked out, peter glancing back at you one last time the look on his face literally hurting you.
The next morning, you appeared at training. Your h/c hair braided back. You wore a tight tank top that you normally wore for training and some workout shorts.
You were dreading this more than anything.
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part two will be up very soon :) I wanted to make this one post but tumblr claims I hit the max… oops
synopsis:spiderman shows up to his local convenience store, beaten up pretty badly, but he’s on a mission that only you can help him with. he needed his damn slushie.
pairing:peter parker x gn!reader
taglist:@sp1deys @inu1gf @stanmixtapes @wilczachannn @peterparkertheloml (send an ask to be added!)
warnings:very brief mentions of violence, wounds mentioned, none of these are described in detail, fluff, they/them pronouns used
author’s notes: i was inspired by a tiktok of a cosplayer, which i can’t find bc my fyp refreshed :( likes, comments + reblogs are appreciated!
fridays were a day that people often looked forward to; most people quite enjoyed fridays. the satisfaction of having a productive day, yet being able to relax at home and enjoy your time not thinking about getting up the next day for work, or school. not y/n. no. they did not like fridays at all. especially not after their boss had moved them on the roster to take the night shift on fridays. what was worse was that y/n worked that evening alone, not that it was a big deal seeing as it was a small convenience store and not many people would come in during the night, but still y/n had heard all about the convenience stores being victims of armed robberies, one even getting burnt down at some point.
the night shifts scared y/n. simple as. they could care less about the fact they’d have to stay up late, often staying at the store until the very early hours of the night, occasionally having to kick out a few drunk teenagers very obviously trying to steal from the place. y/n’s boss was an asshole, but still… it was an unwritten rule amongst thieves not to steal from small businesses, only to take from the corporations that wouldn’t notice a thing or two missing.
the ringing of store’s bell drew y/n’s attention away from the cash register and they looked up towards the door which was once painted neatly with a nice neat coat of forest green, but over the years the paint started to chip, exposing the wood underneath it. y/n’s eyes widened as they watched a beaten up spiderman walk over to the slushie machines. his suit was covered in rips, ranging from the size of y/n’s thumb to the size of y/n’s hand, to say they were concerned for the masked hero was an understatement. he had a gloved hand propped up under his chin as if he was deep in thought about the different flavours of slushies, but before y/n could ask him if he needed to go the hospital he turned to them. his mask was ripped in a way that revealed the bottom half of his face and one of the eyes had been broken, y/n guessing that it had unfortunately taken the blow of a punch during a fight. y/n could see one of his eyes through the broken eye of the mask and saw the softest chocolate brown puppy-dog eyes staring back at them.
“hey, sorry, how much is a cup of one of these?” he asked, his head tilting slightly, something peter did subconsciously, yet y/n smiled at the adorable action.
“you sure you wouldn’t rather have an ambulance?” y/n questioned laughing slightly, despite their concern for the masked superhero’s life.
a smile spread across his face, wincing slightly at the pain in his busted lip as he did so, “no, no, i’ll be fine, wouldn’t want to go to a hospital anyways, not after the night i’ve had.”
“if you’re sure, spiderboy,” y/n smirked, watching the hero cross his arms across his chest to express his dissatisfaction with the nickname (lightheartedly of course), “it’s on the house, whatever size cup and flavour you want, go wild.”
“are you sure? i don’t want to do that, i can pay! i have money, i know i look like i may not, um but i can pay!” peter protested, holding up his wallet just to prove that he in fact could pay for his slushie.
“take it as a thanks for saving the city,” y/n smiled and made their way from the counter towards the slushie machines, “so what size and flavour does the superhero desire?”
“hmm, tricky question,” he mumbled, turning back to the machines and placing a hand on his hip as his other reached up to his chin, reading the labels on the machines, “what’s your favourite flavour?”
“can you keep a secret?” y/n smiled cheekily at him, mischief obvious in the glint in their eye.
“i wont tell a soul!” peter did an ‘x’ motion across his chest, smiling at the person next to him.
“okay good, because if you did… i’d have to kill you and that would be tragic, who would rob me of my money for a free slushie!” y/n joked, making peter laugh nervously, “i’m kidding spidey, come here whenever you like, as long as the boss doesn’t find out i’m giving free drinks out.”
“thank you,” he smiled, his hand reaching up to the back of his neck to rub it.
“in the back we have a secret flavour, it’s my favourite.. it’s birthday cake flavour,” y/n explained, pointing their finger behind them and gesturing to the door that had “STAFF ONLY” plastered across it in a bright red.
“birthday cake slushie? that sounds interesting,” peter hummed, “i’ll take one, large cup please.”
“only because you asked so nicely, spidey!” y/n teased, “don’t worry, i’ll make it an extra large cup, looks like you could need it.”
“ouch, i thought i looked pretty good,” peter joked with a lopsided smile across his face.
“follow me,” y/n rolled their eyes playfully at him and led him towards the door with the threatening blocky text in bright red, “here it is, the real deal, queens’ finest!”
“queens’ finest? i’ll be the judge of that!” he laughed, ignoring the pain in his body as he did so.
“of course, only fitting for queens’ protector to judge it,” y/n nodded, laughing along with him and placing the cup under the slushie machine and filling it up. they placed a cover on the top and placed a plastic straw into the hole at the top of the plastic cover, “don’t tell anyone i’m giving you a plastic straw, just couldn’t have you drinking with a soggy straw.”
“man! your secret is safe with me as long as i can take home some of these, i hate those paper straws! they always get all wet and i have to drink out of the cup,” peter ranted, pleasantly surprised to find someone who shared the same opinion about paper straws.
“dude sometimes the straw gets so soggy i just end up accidentally eating it, like once… there was a good half of the straw gone,” y/n admitted, passing him the drink, “c’mon try it.”
“i’m not even gonna ask about you eating a straw…” he muttered, holding the cup up to his mouth so he could drink it through the straw. he paused for a few seconds and then looked at y/n with wide eyes, although they could only see one, “this- this is amazing! this is the most amazing thing i have ever had!!”
y/n smiled brightly at him, “i’m glad! now that it’s spiderman approved i’ll make millions from this,” y/n smirked playfully, the tone of their voice making it obvious that y/n actually wasn’t going to go through with branding it the spiderman approved slushie.
“ha ha, very funny,” he mocked sarcastically, trying to hide the smile that was itching to spread across his face, “so what’s your name? i feel like “shopkeeper” might not be your name.”
“actually, my name is shopkeeer, shopkeeper the third destined to a live behind a cash register!” y/n joked, getting themself a slushie, “i’m kidding, it’s y/n.”
“y/n,” he repeated as if he were testing out how their name would sound from his lips, “that’s a nice name.”
y/n had a surprised expression form across her face, but a smile still spread across it, “thank you, bug boy.”
“bug boy?” he laughed.
“yeah, bug boy!” they chuckled and then took a sip from their own slushie.
“you know technically spiders aren’t bugs,” peter corrected, a smug smirk on his face.
“yeah yeah, i know arachnid shmarachnid, whatever smarty pants,” y/n scoffed, a joking and playful tone to their voice. they paused for a second and then spoke again, “do you want to go to the roof, y’know some fresh air?”
“yeah, that’d be nice,” peter smiled at y/n, agreeing to meet them their in a few minutes, as y/n would have to temporarily close the shop to make sure no one came in and robbed the place and also seeing as peter could climb up there himself without having to go through the trouble of climbing up a fire escape. peter sat himself down on the edge of the roof, his legs dangling over the edge, as he looked up at the sky, his slushie in hand. despite almost losing a fight to a large group of armed men, he was enjoying himself. he felt at peace knowing that he had saved a group of slightly older women and that he had his slushie he had been craving the whole day. and maybe he was happy about his new slushie buddy too.
“hey there bug boy!” y/n called out, jogging up to him, “looks like someone’s deep in thought, a penny for your thoughts?”
peter just smiled, chuckling and turning his head slightly to look at y/n who was leaning on the slight wall he had been sitting on, he assumed that they may have been slightly scared that they’d fall off the edge, not that he would let that happen.
“just thinking about how nice it is at night, y’know forgetting about the criminals and stuff,” he shrugged, suddenly feeling really small and stupid talking about it, “it’s- it’s stupid, but-“
“not stupid at all, i promise,” y/n smiled genuinely at him, giving him a thumbs up to keep going.
“um, well, it’s just that.. it’s quiet at night, but it’s not so quiet that you feel alone, you can sometimes hear cars and the occasional group of people way too drunk to care about the time… it’s- it.. it’s nice, and it makes me feel less.. alone,” peter’s face started to heat up out of embarrassment, realising he was opening up to a complete stranger that didn’t even know who he was under the mask, but it touched him that a complete stranger was willing to treat him like he was not a hero and talk to him like he was a close friend and listen to him ramble, often like mj and ned would do.
“those are some deep thoughts, bug boy,” y/n smiled up at him, “i get what you mean, i don’t like silence much either, feels too much like i’m waiting for something bad to happen.”
“well, never fear because the friendly neighbourhood spiderman is here!” he joked, putting on an overly enthusiastic voice on, making y/n laugh, as they set down their slushie on the wall that reached just below their chest.
“my hero! how ever shall i repay you!” y/n dramatically gasped.
“free slushies forever.” peter tried to answer in a serious tone, but his smile kept cracking through the serious facade he had put on for the joke.
“your wish is my command, bug boy.”
“why thank you, y/n.”
“so, tough fight tonight?” y/n questioned, a curious eyebrow raising as they picked up their slushie again and taking a sip.
“yeah, a little.. but i won! you should see the other guys, they won’t be messing with anyone for a good while,” he smiled, this job although it came with very limited rewards, nothing would ever top the reward of knowing criminals were being put away because of him. well, maybe after tonight the the free slushie was the best reward he’d gotten yet, the churros he got from an old lady once had nothing on the birthday cake slushie.
“y’know i think you’re one of the coolest heroes, you do everything with no pay and you seem to enjoy it,” y/n shrugged, “i don’t know, maybe if i were a hero somehow, i’d like a little bit of compensation for my troubles.”
“well, this slushie is a pretty good compensation i think,” peter said, taking another sip of the slushie.
“consider it a payment for your service,” y/n smiled, “and maybe you can get that free slushie for life you wanted, only as long as you show up on fridays after nine, that’s when my shift starts.”
“you’re kidding right?” he looked at them puzzled, “you don’t need to do that, i was only joking.”
“and? if bug boy wants a slushie who am i to deny him of his slushie!” y/n exclaimed dramatically.
“does the slushies come with.. maybe your number?” he asked, knowing he may be pushing his luck with that question, but the smirk on y/n’s face telling him otherwise.
“smooth, spiderman.. very smooth,” she chuckled, “check the side of your cup.”
he looked down at the cup and turned it, looking for what they were hinting at. sure enough, on the side of the cup read a phone number and ‘call me? :)’, “when did you even do that? i didn’t even see you hold a pen for the entire night!”
“a magician never reveals their secrets,” y/n smiled proudly.
“do you just have a stash of cups either your phone number on them or something?” peter joked, tilting his head in a teasing manner.
“that’s pretty smart, but nope! i only give my numbers to the cute, but slightly disheveled looking superheroes that show up,” y/n teased.
“ohh, i see, you get a lot of those coming through here, then?” peter asked, a playful tone in his voice.
“unfortunately not, you’re the first, but i may need to beat the other heroes off with a stick from now on, bug boy’s the one getting free slushies from now on,” y/n laughed, finding their own joke amusing.
“oh yeah, because you just have a bunch of super heroes lining up to get your number,” peter rolled his eyes, a small smile across his lips.
“woah! okay then bug boy, no free slushie for you!” y/n scoffed, pretending to be offended by him.
“nooo! my free slushies!” he frowned playing along with their joke, “i take it back i’m sorry, anything but my free slushies for life!”
“hmm, i’ll consider giving you your free slushies back, if you promise to text,” a cheeky smirk formed on their face as they looked at the semi-masked hero.
“man… i don’t know if i can do that!” he exaggerated a sigh and frowned.
“damn, okay, spiderman has no mercy tonight,” y/n laughed.
“i’m joking, i’m joking i promise,” he laughed with them.
“this was really nice, but i’m gonna have to go reopen the store if i want to keep my job!” y/n smiled at the masked hero.
“thanks for hanging around with me, y/n! and thank you for the slushie, i’ll definitely be back!” he exclaimed excitedly and then started stuttering in a slightly panicked voice, “w-wait, no i meant i’d come back to see you, not-not just for the slushie, i swear.”
“you’re cute bug boy, i’ll see you around!” y/n waved at him, before making their way to the fire escape, reluctantly leaving the hero alone. peter sat there for a few more minutes, staring down at the cup and smiled at the phone number. he turned the cup around, fidgeting with it before he left the rooftop. he noticed the same handwriting on the other side of the cup and stared at the words ‘ur an idiot :)” staring at him.
Warnings: none! wait I may have sworn once. and there’s a mini fight but zero descriptions of anything
Notes: Whole lotta filler because I have big plans for the next chapter. Sorry this took so long, was super busy again this week and just wasn’t feeling the writing thing at first. As always, though, I hope you enjoy and please be sure to leave me any thoughts/comments/questions/etc.!! Thank you all for reading :)
Summary: Ned informs Peter of just how whipped he is, but he panics as Harry comes back into the picture. Lucky for you, Tony and Pepper are there to save the day with some relationship advice.
The cafeteria slowly filled with students arriving from their classes. The lunch line grew longer and longer, but Ned and Peter were lucky to get out of class early and be some of the first in line. Ned looked around manically as he and Peter plopped down at their usual table, relieved when he didn’t see you and MJ yet.
“Peter, I have to tell you something that happened at the dance after you left.”
“What, people danced? You guys said it was boring.”
“It was,” he snorted, rolling his eyes. “But Y/N said something before she followed you.”
“Oh yeah, and weren’t you supposed to keep her there? And not let her follow me?”
“Ok, ok, sure. But you’re going to freak when you find out why I let her go!”
“Out with it, Ned! No need to make this suspenseful.”
“Oh, like you guys aren’t weird and secretive already. Listen, she was trying to get me to let her go and I kept saying no and she was so worried about you getting hurt. She had this look in her eyes and was so insanely concerned, so I asked her straight up if she liked you. She—”
“Youwhat?”
“She acted all confused and stutter-y at first, but I just knew it was fake. So, I told her that you’d be relieved to find out she liked you, too.”
“TOO?”
“Uh, yeah? But she literally inflated in front of my eyes. She—”
“Ned, oh my gosh.”
“It’s like I’m your love life guy in the chair!”
“Ned! I have to tell you something about that night too. About the battle and stuff.” Ned leaned in as if about to hear an age-old story about his great ancestors. “First of all, when she found me, she was shaking and literally crashed into me with a hug. And then when I was having to go keep fighting, she was so worried because I almost got crushed by a building—"
“ABUILDING?”
“Yeah? I got out. Anyway, she was nearly crying with worry and I wiped a few of her tears away. And just held her and she held my hand. And then later when she blacked out—”
“SheBLACKED OUT?”
“NED! Quiet! She blacked out because she was falling out of the sky as dead weight because the Vulture inactivated her suit somehow. And when she fell…I felt so much pain. I thought I lost her again…I couldn’t breathe,” he whispered, reflecting on the struggle that night on the beach. “When I felt her pulse, I could breathe again and I didn’t want to let go. But she was still worried about me.”
“Woah. How’d you leave it?”
“OH! So, the next day? Ned. I told her I wish I had taken her to homecoming. Technically she heard me say it under my breath, but whatever. You know what she did? She kissed my cheek. I couldn’t move. I’m so lame…freaking out about a hug basically…”
“Dude. You are SO whipped.” “Who’s whipped?” You and MJ tossed your lunches onto the table next to the boys, more interested in teasing them than you were in their gossip.
“Peter is!” Ned blurted before Peter kicked him underneath the table.
“Oh,” you muttered, visibly sinking in your seat. Peter’s own face dropped as you stared down at your food, poking around with disinterest.
“For who?”
“A…a girl,” Peter answered, not wanting to give an honest answer to MJ’s question but definitely noting your reaction.
“Good to know. But, you know, if it was a boy, like Ned, you could tell us those things. That’s what friends are for,” MJ said, lips curling up in a smirk. Peter tried to argue but Harry walked up to the group and cut him off.
He sat down next to you, resting his arm around your shoulders as he started talking. “So you’re Tony Stark’s daughter?”
“Adopted, but…yeah,” you responded, tensing under his wing. After the press conference, the whole school obviously found out about your identity. Flash lost his mind and blew up your phone – no surprise there – but so far school had otherwise been normal. A few questions, lots of stares, and a few more people willing to talk to you. Nothing that mattered to you, though.
“Right, right. But that’s
where you had to go Saturday night? Because you were fighting a huge battle and saving the city?”
“I…I guess?”
“Ok. That’s pretty amazing. I forgive you.”
“Forgive me?”
“Yeah! It hurt when you left but I totally understand it all now,” Harry explained, offering a sweet smile as you and your friends stared blankly back at him. “So, since our first date got screwed up, I was wondering if you’d like to try again sometime? Maybe…Friday night?”
You blinked hard and your eyebrows furrowed as you processed what he said. “Date?”
“Yeah! You know, like I’ll come pick you up and we could grab dinner.”
“I…uh…I,” you sputtered, looking to your friends like a silent plea for help. MJ had little reaction to the conversation, especially in comparison to Ned and Peter. Ned looked as if he had just watched his favorite Star Wars character die and Peter watched with concerned eyebrows over glossy puppy-dog eyes. Peter’s expression didn’t waver as you held his gaze, a whirlwind of moments returning to your mind. You flashed back to meeting Peter for the first time, to thinking he hated you, to when he hugged you for the first time as you left his apartment after studying all day together. You thought about the gala and about watching Star Wars afterward and falling asleep on his shoulder; about him trusting you during the fight in Germany. You remembered him being there you when you felt most alone and about waking up in his arms, warm and happy and safe. You felt the heat from the fires as you thought of the fear you felt for each other in the fight against the Vulture on the beach, and the honest conversation you had the next morning. Peter was…Peter.Harry…wasn’t. “So? Whaddaya say?” Harry asked again, poking your shoulder. “Pick you up at seven?”
You blinked, forcing yourself out of your distracted trance and back to the conversation at hand. “I…I have to ask.”
“Ask what? Who?”
“I have to ask…Tony. And Pepper. I…I don’t know if they have rules about this or if I have training then or something.”
“Huh. I mean, seems a little weird that you’d have to ask for permission, but ok. Just…text me when you know, I guess.”
He walked off shaking his head, his friends instantly surrounding him and asking him what you said. They looked back at you, eyebrows pressed together in simultaneous confusion and judgement. At your table, everyone returned to eating, though this time in uncomfortable silence. Peter watched you stare at your tray, pushing food around your tray without taking a bite. Though he hadn’t wanted you to say yes, seeing you weighed down by an internal struggle didn’t make him feel any better.
None of your classes the rest of the day could pull your attention away from the thoughts and emotions swirling within you. Putting the feelings going through your head into words and saying them out loud was even scarier than the thought of having to reject someone to their face. Either way, you were going to have to be vulnerable to someone, and that sounded terrifying.
You quietly sat through your remaining lectures with your head buried in your notes as your friends looked on. They could all tell you were uncomfortable – it wasn’t hard to see – but Ned and MJ didn’t understand it like Peter. He eyed you sitting in front of him in one class, his own memories returning to all the times you spent together. Most recently, he felt your hand on his shoulder and lips on his cheek from just days earlier, a moment he clung to for hope that you might like him half as much as he liked you.
As the last bell finally rang, you nearly sprinted off campus and into Happy’s car. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to figure this out alone, you texted Tony and Pepper for back-up. Hoping you had finally come to your senses, they scurried to the common area to meet you as you arrived, and the three of you sat down at the table together to talk.
“I don’t know how I got here,” you explained after telling them just about everything. You left out a few details you weren’t sure about, including Peter’s name. The last thing you needed was Tony running around the compound screaming that he was a teenage matchmaker. “I didn’t know anyone my age a few weeks ago, and now I’m the stupid girl stuck between two boys.”
“No, you’re the smartgirlstupidly stuck between two boys.” You quirked a brow at Tony’s clarification and he explained further. “You’re smart, but the answer here is obvious. Right? I mean, Pe—”
Pepper elbowed him harshly and he shut up. “I know it’s a hard thing you’re going through. As scary as it is, I think you need to talk to the boy you like. Especially if you know you like him better than Harry.”
“How do I bring that up? And not run away?”
“You see him all the time. He practically lives here—”
“Tony!”
“He does!”
“You…you know?” Your voice squeaked with bubbling embarrassment. Pepper and Tony looked to each other, pushing down laughter and instead settling for teasing smiles as they faced you again.
“You weren’t exactly great at hiding it, sweetheart,” Pepper teased, “but don’t worry. Peter is even more obvious, I promise.”
“He won’t stop talking about you! We go down to the lab to work and he’s all ‘Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark! Y/N did this, Y/N is so great, Y/N Y/N Y/N.”
“Oh my gosh—”
“In all seriousness, though, you should just talk to him, kiddo,” Tony tapped your hands that you now pressed against your hot face.
“Hey Mr. Stark—oh.” Peter stood at the top of the stairs leading into the common area, backpack draped over his suit and mask clenched in one hand at his side. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Actually, great timing, Pete! We were just—”
“—Just about to go down to the lab, right?” Pepper jumped in to cover for you. “You were telling me about working on the new suit.”
Tony rolled his eyes at Pepper but grinned as he looked back to you and Peter. “I suppose I was. Let’s go to work.”
Down in the lab, Tony had FRIDAY wheel out the Iron Spider suit. Though he had seen it before, Peter couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. And he didn’t even know the best part.
“Wanna do the honors?” Tony prompted you, a hand on your shoulder as Peter continued to marvel at the suit. You walked up to it and smiled back at the two boys before reaching up to press the spider on the suit’s chest. It immediately retracted into the right web shooter, which fell into Dum-E’s grasp stretched out below. You picked it up and tossed it to Peter, who was still zoned out but thankfully returned to earth as his spidey senses alerted him to the object lobbed toward his face. He looked back at you and Tony, still silent, and Tony nodded with encouragement to try it on.
The web shooters fit as well as they always had and molded quickly to his wrist. Like on your suit, he then pressed the inside of the web shooter where he’d take his pulse and the suit started snapping on to his body, expanding all from that web shooter. Lastly, it covered his dropped jaw and the eyes expanded to mirror his.
“This is…woah.”
Tony explained a few of the new tricks but it was you who suggested he learn about its hidden feature. Because it was activated with neural impulses, you told Peter to think about having an extra set of hands to help. Or legs, you joked, snickering at Tony despite Peter not getting the joke.
It took him a second being the first time, but the legs suddenly snapped out and expanded just like the rest of the suit had. The four legs hovered behind Peter to wait for another neural impulse to direct them, but Peter once again found himself in complete awe.
“What are these?”
“Legs.”
“No, but like…what arethey?”
“They’re literally extra legs. They can fight and move you around or help you climb walls or whatever your heart desires,” you rambled, shoulders tensing as you realized what you said. Peter just nodded, however, too caught up in the new legs sprawling out from his back. Testing it out for a few minutes turned into trying some challenge maneuvers. Whereas last time you tested a new suit in the lab with Peter you were just tossing kickballs up into the air, this time you tossed the balls into the air for him to retrieve while some of Tony’s older suits tried to knock him down.
Wanting to get more comfortable in your own suit, you pressed down the bracelets on your wrist. The nanotech suit quickly spread over your own body until the mask clicked on to your face, lighting up the eyes and arc reactor. Tony took over tossing kickballs while you lifted into the air, surprising Peter by flying toward him while he dodged a punch from another suit. The legs pushed him off the wall and he somersaulted in the air before landing in his classic spidey stance. You landed opposite him in Tony’s classic stance, fist punching down into the ground in a lunge.
Both of your masks recoiled from your faces and the two of you stood up, moving to talk to Tony to decide what to test next. On the lab bench, your phone rang – which was weird given that the two people that normally called you were in the lab with you – and you left the conversation to answer it.
“Oh, hi Harry,” you answered as you pressed the phone to your ear, gesturing toward the door and stepping out while your suit compressed itself. Peter watched you step out of the room, eyes following you even as you paced in the hallway on the other side of the glass wall. His shoulders drooped and Tony put his arm around Peter, steering him away from the glass.
“Still pining, huh?”
Peter stopped walking and sighed; Tony stood in front of him with a quirked brow. “She likes someone else. He asked her on a date today and she’s talking to him right now. I can’t get between them.”
“She told me what happened. Trust me, though – there’s nothing to get between.”
“How do you know?” Peter shrugged, thinking back to what Ned said. “I mean, my friend thinks she likes me, and we’ve gotten really, really close but I just…I don’t know for sure.”
“Do you remember when I came to meet you for the first time in your apartment and – being the total dweeb that you are – you told me you couldn’t go to Germany because you had homework?”
“Yes…”
“And then do you remember how you trusted me and trusted your Spider-Man powers and took a leap to fight the Avengers?”
“Yes, but it’s different—”
“But it’s not. It’s a quick bit of courage and then common sense takes care of the rest. You have to trust what you’re feeling. What are you feeling?”
“Ifeel like I really like her. A lot. Every time—”
“NOPE. I don’t need details. You two are happy when you’re together and I trust you, so that’s enough for me. Like I told her about you, just talk. To each other.”
The glass door swung back open behind them and you walked in still tapping on your phone.
“Wait, Mr. Stark, you talked to her about me?”
“Justtalk, ok?” He whipped around to you. “Anything crazy?”
“Nothing, thankfully.”
You tossed yourself onto a stool at the lab bench where you were working as Peter suited back up, asking Tony to run a few more practice trials. Tony had to repeatedly slow him down as he ran through drill after drill until the motions were nearly mastered. Tony groaned every time Peter asked for a re-do while you watched from the side and chuckled, the noise they made thoroughly distracting you from the homework in front of you.
From across the room, Tony met your gaze and raised his eyebrows, a silent inquiry into what you said on the phone call. “I turned him down,” you mouthed quietly back, and Tony smiled warmly and winked before returning his attention to Peter. You looked to Peter, too, amazed by how effortlessly he used the extensions of the suit despite just using them for the first time.
Though Peter didn’t bring it up at school that week, he constantly thought about Tony’s advice. That said, you didn’t bring it up, either, and had all the same chances to do so. Peter’s skin crawled whenever Harry tried to talk to you throughout the week, but what he didn’t know was that you didn’t like it, either.
Finally, that Friday afternoon, Peter swung around the city on patrol when he spotted a bank robbery. Climbing in through the vents until he hung from the ceiling to scout it out, he counted 12 armed thieves. Even with his new high-tech suit, he decided, this was more than he should take on alone for a casual patrol night. He didn’t want to call Tony, though, and sound any more like a baby Avenger than he knew he already did. So, he called you.
Seeing Peter’s name pop up on your phone wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He called while swinging around the city on occasion and you loved talking to him, so you never turned down one of his calls.
“Y/N? Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, Pete…why are you whispering?”
“I’m in a bit of a sticky situation and am wondering if I can request backup?”
“You shoot web fluid, Pete. You’re always in a sticky situation.”
“Ok, yeah. Puns aside, I really do need help, please!”
“What’s up?”
“I’m currently on the ceiling of the Queens County Savings Bank on 188th and there are 12 people with guns. I could do it…of course…but just want to be safe, you know…”
“Peter Parker! That is too many! I’m flying over now; don’t you dare move a muscle.”
“Thanks,May.”
“Shut up, dumbass. Don’t hang up.” The robbers cracked into the safe in the back, starting to pull out wad after wad of cash while the alarm blared throughout the strip mall. “Ok, I’m here!”
Peter had no idea how you flew so fast but shot out webs at two of the weapons as you flew through the shattered glass at the front of the store, knocking out their two guards on your way in. Peter webbed the two weapons to the wall before slingshotting himself toward the now-unarmed men, simultaneously punching both with knock-out blows. Behind him, you armed your repulsors, hitting thief after thief as they tried to run away. Focused on nabbing weapons, Peter didn’t see as one of the remaining robbers pointed his gun right at him. Alerted by FRIDAY to his danger, you jumped in between the gunman and Peter and activated your shield. It shot out in all directions to protect you both as bullets rained down. Now aware of the attacker, Peter hopped over the shield and yanked the weapon into the air before slamming it down on the robber’s head. Five people remained now, and you looked at Peter for half a second as if to agree on a plan before finishing the job. While FRIDAY called the police, you worked to corner the stragglers so that Peter could web them up.
The sun set slowly on the horizon as you walked out of the bank casually with Peter, both of you still in your suits. You were shoulder to shoulder, occasionally bumping together even though you blamed it on the shoulders of your iron suit being wider than what you were used to. Sirens of police cars wailed as they approached the bank but even that didn’t overshadow the much-needed conversation hanging in the air.
“Hey, Pete?”
The hesitation in your voice brought ice to his veins. “Yeah?”
“Are…are you done with patrols for the night?”
“Oh!” A small part of him sank with relief, though most of him wished the conversation would just happen so he could get the admitting part over with. “Uh, I haven’t decided. I haven’t sensed any more crime nearby but normally just swing around for a bit.”
“Oh, ok.”
“Why?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Aw, come on!” He nudged his shoulder into you as the two of you walked further from the bank. “What is it?”
“Well, I was going to ask…if you’re done for the night, we could go watch a movie at the compound if you want,” you spit out. “We could actually watch the next Star Wars without me falling asleep…or something.”
“Oh! Yeah, let’s do it!”
“Are you sure? You don’t need to patrol?”
He thought about the times when he turned Ned down to hang out because of patrols and other Spider-Man duties, feeling bad about turning down his friend. He couldn’t imagine saying no to spending time with you, though. “Y-yeah! I haven’t had a night off this week and we haven’t hung out in a while, either.”
“We fought together all last weekend, spent the whole week together at school, and you were at the compound a ton playing with the iron spider suit. We were together most of the week, Pete.”
“Oh. Well, yeah. But when’s the last time we hung out not as superheroes or future genius students?”
“Was it when I screamed at you a lot while we played Mario Kart and then fell asleep on you?” Your shoulders caved forward as you thought to what had happened next. “And then woke up to the Accords…”
Your eyes darted down to the ground and Peter followed, remembering how tough that had been on you. He also knew you were still concerned about Steve and the others having not yet returned; you missed your training buddy.
“Hey,” he offered, casually setting his arm around your still-iron shoulders. “It’s not like that’s going to happen every time we hang out.”
“I know,” you snorted, straightening back up and shouldering him teasingly.
“But you thought about it! Now I think I have to come over so you don’t associate me with horrible things happening.”
With your iron suit being a much faster way to travel, you lifted into the air with a smile while Peter shot a web to your suit to fly in your wake.
You touched down on the lawn of the compound, Peter landing nearby with a somersault. Both of you pressed your chests – the arc reactor for you and spider for Peter – and your suits retracted as you got inside and headed toward the common room.
Tony, standing in the kitchen, saw the two of you approach and bolted out before he could be seen, for once not wanting to intervene. You plopped down the couch and asked FRIDAY to pull up the next Star Wars movie. As the intro rolled up the screen, the couch buzzed and you pulled your phone out of your pocket.
Harry: What’s up?
You sighed, not wanting to reply but also not wanting to be rude.
You: Watching a movie at home!
You slid the phone away, hoping the message wasn’t cold but also that it wasn’t warm enough that he wouldn’t keep replying. Sure enough, the phone buzzed again almost immediately. The message didn’t go unnoticed by Peter, of course, who turned to see the phone screen illuminating a frown creasing your face. You quickly shoved the phone away without replying, but it was only seconds later that the phone buzzed repeatedly to indicate an incoming call.
Peter paused the movie, peering over at you rolling your eyes and groaning at the screen once again. Even from where he sat across the couch, Peter could see that the screen had Harry’s name on it. He didn’t know what to make of it – you seemed annoyed, but then again, it was the boy you had gone to homecoming with. For the beginning, at least.
You pressed your phone back into the couch and looked back up at the screen only to see it was paused. The phone kept buzzing on the seat next to you, now face down. You wanted nothing more than for it to stop so you could get on with the movie.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?”
“No.”
“You…you don’t want to talk to him?” Peter couldn’t resist the urge to ask. “Isn’t he…isn’t he your boyfriend?”
Almost laughing in his face, you whirled to face Peter. “NO. Noooooo. Definitely, definitely not.” The corners of Peter’s lips ticked up and he narrowed his eyes, inviting an explanation. “I turned him down for that date and he still keeps calling me and asking me to hang out.”
“I’d offer to beat him up for you, but I think you could hold your own.”
A smile finally graced your lips as you chuckled at the thought. “He just won’t leave me alone. He was nice and all but just not…I don’t like him like that.”
“Hmm. It might be good practice to be turning him down, though.” You quirked a brow. “I mean, you’ve always been great, but now you’ve been announced as an Avenger-in-training? Now every guy is going to see your face and you’ll have to turn everyone down.”
A laugh escaped your throat and you let your head fall forward into your hands. Peter beamed at you, the tension finally leaving your body for the first time all week.
“Come on, you can’t try and tell me you haven’t had a lot of guys asking you out!”
You bit your lip and giggled again before turning to him. “I mean, a little, but I don’t want it.”
“How come?”
“Uh, I…I guess…I guess I already like someone?” Peter’s morale sunk initially, but he looked up to see her staring and quickly turning away when they made eye contact. “What about you and…Liz? Are you guys, you know…together?”
“No, not at all. I don’t think we’ve talked outside decathlon practice.” He inhaled deeply, carefully choosing his next words. “The girl I actually wanted to ask to the dance had already been asked.”
You sat back against the couch in thought as silence fell between the two of you. Peter and you both thought back to the conversation you had over the weekend about homecoming: him telling you you would’ve had a good time if he took you, and you admitting you wished he had taken you. Peter remembered the light in your eyes; you remembered the way his breath caught when you kissed his cheek. Both of you reveled in the memory but tried to contain the bit of hope flaring inside you that you were the one he actually wanted to ask and that he was the someone else you liked.
With both of you still deep in thought and not ready to share any more, Peter pressed play on the movie. After it ended, it was still light out, and you found yourself once again playing video games and board games and even just talking about anything and everything. You talked about the world, about school, about the things you wanted in life, about your greatest fears, about your dream careers, and the kind of people you each aspired to be.
Tony, being the wingman that he is, kept other Avengers out of the common area so the two of you would have your moment. With that being the case, you completely lost track of time until Peter’s phone rang three times in a row, finally getting through the do not disturb mode both of you had intentionally but discreetly activated on your phones.
“Oh my god. Y/N, it’s 10:30.”
“No way.”
“Yes! Hang on,” he said, answering the phone and holding it up to his ear. “Hi…hi May.”
You could hear May loudly shouting into the phone as he hadn’t been answering her texts. He pulled the phone away from his ear and you snickered.
“I…I know, May. I’m sorry. I’ve been with Y/N.”
The shouting on the other end of the phone stopped and she muttered only a few more words before Peter ended the call.
“I hope you don’t mind me namedropping. May loves you.”
“I’m honored. Tony loves you, so I get it!”
“Sadly, she still wants me to go home, though.”
“Oh. Well, thanks for hanging out with me tonight, Pete. I had a lot of fun.”
“No, thank you for inviting me over,” he said, standing up to go. You walked together over to the stairs and he turned back to you. “And thank you for helping me out at the bank today.”
“Of course, Pete. I’ll always be your backup.”
“You’ve never been the backup, Y/N.”
With a deep breath, he turned and walked down the stairs, even turning to look back up at you when he reached the bottom. You stayed at the top of the stairs for a moment even after he left, thinking back over his words until another voice pulled you out of your head.
“You tell him?” Tony stood in the kitchen again, having likely come in from the side hallway behind you.
“No,” you groaned, walking over to the kitchen counter and collapsing your forehead on your arms. “Almost. But no.”
“Hey, that’s ok,” Tony muttered, walking around the counter to put his hand on your shoulder. “Pep and I aren’t trying to push you into anything. We just see the way you two take care of each other and how happy you are together. No pressure.”
“I know. Thank you, dad.”
“Now, get to bed or else I’ll have to ground you.” Your eyebrows shot up and your forehead wrinkled. “Just kidding. But really, go to bed, kiddo.”
He gave you a quick hug and kissed your forehead before you meandered to your room. After getting changed into pajamas, you nearly fell into your bed, phone in hand. It buzzed while you were turning on your alarm for the morning.
Peter: Wanted to reiterate: you aren’t backup. You’re first choice, always. Good night, Y/N ❤️
You: “First choice, always” is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever read…lol you’re making me flustered and you aren’t even here. Sleep tight, spidey ❤️
Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader Request: Peter parker x reader where she’s tony’s daughter and peter used to bully her in sophmore and freshmen year and he sees her coming down the stairs at headquarters and they get into an argument in the middle of a mission and Y/N saves peter and they confess in the rain and ASDFGHJL IDK Warnings: Swearing, brief mention of death Words:1.8k A/N: I really liked this request! The ending is a little abrupt because I didn’t know how to end it without rambling but I hope I did your idea justice! Ps. I really suck at coming up with fic titles lmaoo
Peter Parker. Just the sound of his name makes your blood boil. The boy who was loved by most of the school and half the world is the same boy you hate with every fiber of your being. Even your own father praised Peter’s actions, blindsided by the brains the teenager possesses.
Everything about him makes you sick. The way he never shuts up, his constant pop culture references nobody gives a damn about, and his desperate attempts to gain approval from your dad. You have to bite your tongue just to keep in your frustrated screams.
You thought you’d forget about Peter once you dropped out of Midtown. Sure, you told everyone you couldn’t handle the stress high school forced upon you and science and technology just wasn’t your “thing” anymore. However, this was far from the truth. You loved Midtown, you loved your best friend Mj. Which, last you heard, she didn’t take your absence too well. Now, she usually sticks to herself trying her best to be a part of the background.
But anyways.
No, you could handle the stress and science still holds a place in your heart. Peter Parker was the only reason you left public school and now learn from the comfort of your home, the Avenger’s compound.
You too were once blinded by Peter’s awkward charm and geeky aura. You always thought Peter was threatened by how smart you actually were. You may not have been as smart as Peter, but in reality, who is? Peter was the top student at Midtown and you found your spot at number two.
You suppose Peter wanted to remain the best and you were in no place to compete for the title. Only, he didn’t get this message. The rivalry you didn’t want began your first semester of freshman year. You didn’t want to rip away his beloved title. You simply wanted to learn and be a normal teenager instead of Tony Starks daughter.
And for a while you were. A teenager who excelled in each of her classes, had late night homework sessions with Mj and early morning coffee runs, had stupid crushes and went to a few parties. You went on college visits and received scholarship letters all in your first two years, you had a life planned after graduation that didn’t include the Avengers.
You gave all that up when Peter’s words kept getting harsher with each passing day. His sly remarks, his patronizing tone, and the way he flaunted how much better he was than you was suffocating. Slowly, his comments ate you alive and you didn’t want to compete for your education.
So, you left.
The day Peter came waltzing back into your life, was the worst by far. You couldn’t ignore the way your dad gripped onto his shoulder as he gave Peter the tour around the compound. Tony talked to Peter in a way he’s never talked to you. He saw something in Peter that you fear he still doesn’t see in you.
-
Your fists collide with the punching bag before you. Sweat clings to your forehead and drips down your neck as your workout comes to an end. Natasha stands beside you, passing you a dry towel after you throw your last punch. “Great work today,” She comments, dropping her hand back to her side once you take the cloth.
“Thanks,” You mumble, patting the sweat dry and snatching your water bottle from the ground.
“You should shower before your studies begin,” She says, following you towards the gym’s exit. “Rodgers is running over some history with you,” She says as you reach for the handle. Nat’s hand quickly catches yours before you could pull the metal door open, “Y/N,” She says calmly, “Peter’s here today.”
“Of course he is,” You grumble, running your hand over damp fly-aways, trying your best to smooth down your hair.
“Just play nice,” She warns removing her hand from the knob, letting you pass with ease.
“Just play nice?” You scoff to yourself in a voice all too high to belong to Natasha. You stomp down the stairs, chucking your water bottle through the air out of pent-up anger.
The plastic container never touches the ground. White webs enclose around the bottle, yanking it back to the boy you’ve come to loathe. “Drop something?” Peter smiles, brushing off the remaining gunk and attempting to pass back your belonging.
“Clearly, my actions had a purpose.” You growl, shoving past his slim figure, not bothering to take back what’s yours.
“I was just trying to help,” He almost whispers. His words stop you in your tracks. You whirl around to face him once more, ready to smother him in suppressed anger.
“I don’t needyour help.” You snap, only earning a slight chuckle from Peter.
“You’re just like your father, you know that?” He shakes his head, calmly setting the bottle on the last step.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your hands find their way to your hips, challenging him to continue.
“You think you’re too good for anyone’s help. You never take accountability for your mistakes, you think you’re smarter than everyone, and you think your better than everyone.” Rage flows through Peter’s veins turning his cheeks red after he spits each word.
“Me? Me thinking I’m better than everyone? Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Parker.” Your cackle echoes through the nearly empty room, “Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you’d realize”-
“Y/N,” A voice booms from the stairwell, “That’s enough.” Steve makes his way towards the two of you, shield in hand. “There’s a mission at hand, suit up. Both of you.” Steve’s stern eyes look between you and Peter, waiting for you to follow is orders.
“But I have class today,” You begin, your dad rarely lets you skip your schooling unless it’s important.
“Well, luckily there’ll be a tomorrow if we finish the mission.” You open your mouth to protest but Cap beats you to it. “Go, now.”
Within the next hour, you’re covered in alien goop and out of breath. You shoot Earth’s imposters with ease, secretly keeping count. Some try grabbing your limbs but Natasha trained you too well for you to even stumble. Your fists connect with so many creatures your knuckles turn raw.
Once your corner of the city is clear of nuisances you finally take a moment to look around and catch a breath. From above, you see Peter swinging between buildings, shooting the creatures and leaving them stuck to window panes.
Suddenly, an alien bursts through a window, tackling Peter. Peter shoots webs swinging frantically to rid his attacker but to no use. The two of them crash onto the asphalt sending you running to Peter’s aid.
The alien tries to rip open Peter’s suit, but when his claws can’t tamper with the technology, his grey hands clamp around his throat. You can hear Peter gagging as you pick up speed. You tackle the alien as Peter gasps behind you. Your legs straddle the creature’s hips as he thrashes beneath you. Within moments, your gun is drawn and the trigger is pulled, coating yourself in slimy, blue blood.
When you stand, you offer your hand to Peter. Hesitantly, he accepts your offer. “Don’t let this become a habit,” You joke as you help your nemesis to his feet. Once his feet are firm on the ground, you turn to find more aliens to attack, leaving him alone in the destruction of his corner.
-
You stand outside, rubbing your knuckles in efforts to soothe the pain. Your body aches from the fighting. You know you should be used to it by now, but sometimes missions still get the best of you. Thunder roars overhead, miles away from where you stand. But you know, there’s a big storm coming.
Peter stands beside you, his presence sudden and for once comforting. Neither one of you speaks for a moment until he feels the need to blabber. “Thank you,” He whispers. You expect there to be more, usually, when he talks there is, you have to wait a good five minutes before you can get a word in.
“Don’t mention it,” You shrug as the first few raindrops fall from the sky.
“Can I ask you something?” You don’t look away from the dark sky beyond you, Peter takes his cue to keep talking. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?” He whispers. You look towards him, dumbfounded.
“You really have no idea?” You laugh to yourself, nothing could be clearer why you despised the boy. “You made high school a living hell, Peter.” You admit, “You spent two years degrading me, patronizing me. You made me feel as if I didn’t belong in such a smart school. Like, I get it, you’re like the smartest kid in the world. But Jesus Christ you don’t have to be a dick when someone doesn’t understand something you do.”
Tom rubs a hand across his face, turning away from you with a huff. “God I’m an idiot,” He mumbles into his hands.
“Glad you’re finally admitting it,” Rain starts to pour, soaking your shirt’s in tiny droplets, “I think I’ll head in for the night,” You say turning away from the awkward situation.
“No, Y/N, wait,” He calls after you, quickly grabbing your wrist. “I’m sorry, those weren’t my intentions,” His hair turns a few shades darker as water clings to each strand. “I was trying to impress you.” A warm blush crawls to his cheeks as soon as his words fill the space around you.
“You were trying to impress me… By being an asshole?” It comes out more of a question as you attempt to follow his thoughts.
“No,” He groans, running his fingers through his wet hair. “I wanted to impress you with being smart. I wanted to prove to you that I could do incredible things,”-
“If you wanted to impress me with something cool, you could’ve just told me you were Spiderman.” You chuckle, “I mean I already knew, but still.”
“I wanted you to like me for who I was, not what I could do.” He explains, “I know it came off as bragging and I’m sorry. You’re just so pretty and I couldn’t even think straight when you were around and then just one day you were gone and I’ve always heard that girls like bad boys who don’t care about anything and”- Peter was back to his normal, rambling self. This time, his jumbled words don’t annoy you, instead, they make you laugh.
“Peter,” You whisper, halting his words. Before either of you could think, your lips touch his. It’s soft, it’s slow, it’s everything you never thought you wanted but everything you’ve ever dreamed of. When you pull away, he’s grinning at you.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Summary: ( ITALICS ARE A FLASHBACK ) The truth comes out
Warnings: Swearing, small mentions of injuries, much sadness lol
A/N: HERE IT IS HOES! One of the final chapters that tells all!! This is by far one of my favorite chapters I’ve written! Thanks again for reading and don’t forgot to hmu with an ask to be added to my tag list!
The hospital bed was warm, soft and more comfortable than any other bed you’d ever been in. Some kind of music played quietly on the TV in the room and you opened your eyes quicker than you should’ve. The back of your head was pounding, your neck cracking just as you turned to see the people in the room. There were cords and wires attached to your arm and every move you made was painful. It wasn’t fair that you had to be in this much pain in such a comfortable bed.
You caught icy blue eyes staring at you as you tried to sit up, only to be told by the nurse next to you to relax and stay laying. Those blue eyes were now looking over at a small brunette girl who was also staring at you. Harrison and Charlotte. You scanned the rest of the room to see one more person, sitting next to your bed on the right. Tom. Harrison’s friend. He looked almost as bed as you felt, with some bruises on the side of his head and a couple gashes on his cheek. His arm was in a cast and even though you wondered what happened you also wondered what he was doing here. You were never close with Tom, but maybe he knew that Harrison was close with you and wanted to show support? You really weren’t sure. Everyone in the room except maybe the nurse, all looked like they had been crying as if you just died and came back to life. Maybe you did. You weren’t sure of what happened at all, you weren’t sure why you were even in a hospital bed surrounded by the only few people in your life who seem to care about you. Suddenly you felt this overwhelming sadness in your chest, and you wanted to cry. Knowing that your dad had left years ago, was hard enough. But your mom? She was crazy and although you tried to give her the benefit of the doubt for having a hard time with her mental illness, it still didn’t change the fact that she never tried to be better or at least be there for you. She probably didn’t even know where you were. All these thoughts and memories were slowly coming back and you started to cry. Harrison looked over at Tom before placing his hand in yours. He squeezed your fingers and said something along the lines of “Everything is okay.” But everything was muffled and you could barely hear him. You could barely hear yourself think. It felt like there was a bomb in your head about to go off. But you knew you had to start thinking straight when the nurse sat down in front of Tom and started talking to you, asking questions.
“Hi sweetie, my name is Melissa. Do you remember what happened?” You didn’t even bother to wipe away your tears. You shook your head, because you truly didn’t remember.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/n.” You did remember that part of yourself thankfully.
“You know everyone in this room right?” You nodded your head yes.
“Do you know the date?” You tried hard to remember the last time you looked at the date on your phone, or even the last time you looked at the calendar hanging on your wall in your room. You were going to guess when the nurse said, “If you don’t know the exact day that’s okay. Just tell me a year.” That was nice of her. You really didn’t know what day or month it was, so you answered with the year. That was easy.
“2011.” You may not know the day or month but you knew the year. It was the end of your sophomore year and you were more excited than ever. It was stupid but being an upperclassmen meant more privileges and as much as you hated school, you enjoyed being there more than being at home. But as you confidently spoke the numbers of the year the nurse looked over to Harrison, sadness and guilt in her eyes. Tom got up, and basically ran out of the room. Melissa got up too and walked over to the other side of the room. Nothing made sense and you just watched as everyone started to cry. You had so many questions but no energy to ask them. Melissa came back over to you with a calendar in her hands.
“This might be a little hard to understand but I need you to look at this, maybe it will help you.” The kind nurse gave you the small calendar as if looking at the date would bring back your memories. Your jaw dropped to the floor as you read the top of the page which said 2014. Everything in the room was spinning now and you hoped this was all some kind of sick prank being pulled but as you stared at the calendar, you heard the cries of Harrison and Charlotte and you knew this was going to be the beginning of something terrifying.
—
“I wanted to keep you safe. I was selfish.” Harrison said weakly as you blinked away tears. Your whole world, everything you knew was just flipped upside down. It was like you were in the hospital all over again, struggling to fathom what was happening. Harrison waited this long to explain everything to you, to tell you the whole truth. All the questions you had were answered and now you regretted even asking them. At first you didn’t even believe him, just like you didn’t believe Tom. But when he brought out old pictures that he had been hiding away in his room, everything made sense. The fact that Haz kept the pictures is what bothered you most though. When was he planning on ever telling you all this?
That Tom and you were an item your junior year. That the actions you used to combat the struggles you faced at home, were sometimes illegal and harmful. The timeline was completely and totally different than what you had known, than what Harrison had told you when you woke up in that hospital bed. He lied to you, just to keep you “safe.” You had already forgotten almost two years of your life as a teen and Harrison thought it would be a good idea to make up everything you forgotten with things that you’d want to hear. A fairytale almost. Maybe the idea was nice but it wasn’t at all realistic. Now you had to reprocess it all again but this time, with the truth.
Why did Tom come onto you so quickly when he started staying with Haz? Because he had been in love with you since Junior year and you loved him back, before the accident. He missed you and he had to pretend since high school graduation which was four fucking years ago, he didn’t love you. All because Harrison told him to. And your odd attraction to Tom even though you barely knew him; That was because you did know him. You loved him and now you wished you could remember loving him. Harrison told you that the car accident was all because Tom told you to run away with him. You must’ve loved him quite a bit to want to run away in the middle of senior year. The pictures Harrison showed you were just even more proof of that love you had for him.
And Tom’s bad fuckboy behavior? Apparently he never used to be that way. It was you. During high school, home life was hard and you turned to all the wrong things to relieve your stress and according to Harrison you dragged Tom into it all. After the accident though Tom went into a depression and coped with it the way you taught him to. This was supposedly another reason Haz didn’t want to tell you anything, because he didn’t want you feel guilty for bringing Tom into your issues. He knew you’d blame yourself for the accident even if you knew that Tom was the one driving. But none of it mattered now. You didn’t even know what to say or do, so you just stood there in front of Harrison and cried.
I remember that Peter and the AcaDec Team were going on a Field Trip and there was this very important Guest (Or Speaker?) and Peter had to reveal his identity because someone attacked them and the building collapsed on them. Peter was able to hold the giant debris so people weren’t squished, but they were trapped under. He reassured a little girl and said they weren’t going to die and it was all going to be just fine. The Avengers found out and they literally rushed to the place and had to slowly look for Peter. They were able to find Peter, but when they lifted the debris from him, he colllapsed. The Guest Speaker went to have a press confrence speaking about how he thought in the beginning Peter was arrogant saying things like “It’s going to be alright” or “Everything’s gonna be ok” but realized that he was determined, not arrogant.
That’s all I remember from this fanfic. Hope you can help me find it.
By the way if you can type down more tags for me in the comment. I’m not completely aware of the tags frequently used in this fandom. Like is there any Avenger Fam? Or smth.
Peter had successfully kept his identity a secret from everyone, so maybe he had gotten a little careless and smug about it, working as an intern right under Stark’s nose. But it wasn’t like he could’ve known that he wasn’t supposed to lift Thor’s hammer, right?
Also known as the five times Peter lifted Thor’s hammer, without knowing what he was doing. Plus the one time where things became all too clear…
“Today is a remarkable day in history!” Doom announced, lifting his arms to the sky. “For today, the rule of the Avengers ends! Today…the rule of Doom begins!”
Not a single person present, whether they were shaking uncontrollably in the crowd or raising their arms in victory as electric sparks rained down around them, really knew what quite to expect next. But what did happen next, nobody possibly could have anticipated.
Someone laughed.
It was just a little snicker, something that normally would’ve been lost in the din of the crowd, but it rang like a gunshot in the deafeningly quiet street.
Doom had to scan the crowd for several tense seconds before he finally located him. The grinning teenage boy, shaking with poorly repressed laughter.
When he noticed Doom staring at him, he only laughed harder.
“I–I’m sorry, Doom?” he managed to get out, between gasps for breath. “That’s what you decided to call yourself? Doom?”
(Doctor Doom, in defeating the Avengers, finds himself facing a new, unlikely challenger.)
the one where peter parker got outed by the official stark industries account and suddenly he is new york’s newest social media celebrity (with an additional avengers following).
/also please someone stop him from actually creating a spider-man account to get the attention off him/
warnings: explicit language, smut (18+! fingering, finger sucking lol), smoking, mentions of drug use
summary: you learn about peter’s brief sexual history, and the two of you make an arrangement
a/n: the moment you’ve all been waiting for! i wanna say thanks really quick for all the love so far hehe i appreciate how much you fw this series, there’s more to come and as always enjoy <3
peter’s lips chase yours as he lays you down on your bed, your legs parted so he’s between them. you bring a hand up to the back of his neck to guide the kiss. your teeth graze his bottom lip, testing the waters to see what he likes. peter hums permissively, so you do it again. his fingers run up and down the bare skin of your lower back, where your shirt bunches up. it gives you a tingly feeling.
how did he get so good at this?
you hook a leg around peter’s waist, drawing his body flush against yours. your skirt flips up. peter lets his hands travel your body as you suck on his bottom lip. your nipples are poking out of the thin material of your top, which garners his attention. he wants it off. he taps on your hip to cue your eyes to find his. you follow his gaze, down to your chest. you reply with a grin, your lips latching onto his in another kiss.
with your permission, peter lifts your shirt over your head. you raise your arms to help him out a bit. you hurl the shirt at the floor, grabbing onto his shoulders. he pulls back from the kiss for a moment so can look at you, really look at you and take you in. he’s pleased to discover you aren’t wearing a bra.
“shit,” peter swears, his breath fanning over your face. “fuck, can i…” he doesn’t say it, but you know what he means. “yeah, peter. you can touch me,” you respond.
peter sets one hand on your waist, his other coming up to your chest. you hold your breath in anticipation. you’ve done this plenty of times before, more than you could count, but something about it is different with peter. it’s new, unpredictable, spontaneous. neither of you know what’s coming next.
he’s so close to touching you, so close, but a bright red substance coating his fingertips stops him. he shows you his hand with an apologetic smile.
the remnants of the hot cheetos he was eating earlier.
“well, shit. to be continued,” you let out an airy laugh, wriggling out from under peter. “you mean, like, you wanna do this again?” he wonders. he watches as you put your top back on. “duh. we were only just getting started, and i think we both deserve to finish, if you know what i mean,” you imply, sitting criss-cross. “do you wanna, though?” you make sure. “oh, absolutely. to be continued it is,” he chuckles.
peter lays down in front of you, head resting in his hand. he grins at you, and his lips look so damn kissable. they’re plump from all of your sucking on them, parted for air. you can’t resist it, so you go in for a short peck. he eagerly kisses you back, sitting up again to reach you better. much to his dismay, you push him back down.
“save it for later, tiger,” you giggle. “ugh, sorry,” peter groans, rolling onto his back. “don’t be. where’d all that come from, by the way?” you question. “all what?” his brows knit together. “you’ve got skills. don’t take this the wrong way, but i definitely wasn’t expecting that,” you refer to your kissing. “then it might surprise you to know i’ve done this before,” he informs you, head leaned on his arms.
“for real?” you prompt. “a couple times, yeah,” peter nonchalantly says. a smile crosses your features. “with who?” you inquire. “you’re not gonna believe me if i tell you,” he laughs out. “yeah? try me,” you motivate. he waits a beat, then looks up at you. “gwen stacy,” he reveals. “you’re right, i don’t believe you. there’s no fucking way,” you instantly challenge, whacking his shoulder.
gwen stacy is one of, if not the most popular girl at midtown. she’s head cheerleader, and homecoming queen, and school president. she’s also liz’s biggest competition. liz is always second best to her. runner-up for homecoming royalty, vice president, but at least she has decathlon. gwen wouldn’t dare touch it, the club and anyone who’s associated with it being branded a social pariah.
so, how the hell did she end up with peter?
you’re cordial with gwen, although you aren’t each other’s biggest fans. she’s sweet to your face, but gossips behind your back, about your drug habits and your sex life. you couldn’t give less of a fuck what she thinks. she’s stuck up, and a bitch. at least you can live a little.
“give me a storytime, immediately. how on earth did that happen?” you gape. “you really wanna know?” peter asks you. “uh, yeah! start talking!” you whack him again. “alright, alright! stop hitting me! it was at one of flash’s parties,” he begins, a sly smile on his face. flash thompson is legendary for his ragers. “he invited the whole decathlon team because he’s an alternate member,” he continues.
“which makes zero sense ‘cause he’s an idiot. questionable move on liz’s part,” you interject. “you’re telling me? anyway, flash made everyone play seven minutes in heaven,” peter recalls. “a classic, a classic. go on,” you comment. “lucky me, i ended up with gwen. to make a long story short… it lasted a little longer than seven minutes,” he smirks. “you two had a nice time, then?” you jab a finger at his chest.
“so nice, it became a regular thing,” peter clarifies. “gwen was my first… everything. she taught me a lot,” he grins at the memory. “so i essentially just made out with gwen stacy. not really my type, but hey. i’ll try anything once,” you conclude. peter chuckles quietly. “you and gwen, wow. why is now the first time i’m hearing about this?” you ask.
“we had to be discreet because gwen didn’t want anyone finding out. it would tarnish her reputation, or something like that,” he explains, lips pressing together. “i think that was part of the appeal, though. the sneaking around, trying not to get caught,” he says. “yeah, that’s kinda hot. but also, kinda unfair to you,” you cut in, sounding genuine. “is that why you stopped?” you wonder.
“no, um, gwen wanted to go all the way. i didn’t. i wasn’t ready, so she ended it,” peter mumbles. “oh, man. i’m sorry. she didn’t wanna wait for you?” you question. “nah, but it’s okay. she wasn’t really my type, either,” he confesses. “that’s a relief. wait, so you two never fucked?” you reiterate. “we never slept together, no. we did… other stuff,” peter says with less vulgarity.
despite what peter thinks, you think it’s pretty fucked up what gwen did to him. he was just too pussywhipped at the time to see it. illicit affairs don’t seem like his type of thing, so you respect him for cutting ties with her. and, you now have even more reason to dislike gwen. how could she act so high and mighty, like she’s so far above you, when she’s arguably worse than you are?
“hey, i appreciate you telling me. i feel like i just heard your villain origin story,” you laugh. “eh, i’m over it. it was a long time ago,” peter assures you. “i think she’s dating brad davis now,” he says. “the quarterback and the cheer captain? that’s such a cliche,” you snort. “gwen doesn’t deserve you, anyway. you could do way better,” you pat his cheek.
peter closes his eyes, finding solace in your touch.
he never thought you’d become such a close confidant for him, but you truly have. you always listen and never judge, you make him feel a million times better about anything he opens up to you about. it’s a safe space that you two have created for each other, a safety net to catch one another if you fall.
“i should probably go wash my hands,” peter speaks after a moment. “hang on, i’ve got it,” you grab one of his hands.
peter squints up at you. your fingers wrap around his hand, allowing you to lead it to your lips. peter has no idea where this is going, until you pop his thumb in your mouth. you make eye contact as your tongue glides along his thumb, his brown eyes darkening even further. you then do the same to his index and middle fingers simultaneously.
it’s sort of turning peter on, the sight of his fingers in your mouth. there’s something sensual about it.
“yummy,” you remark, releasing peter’s fingers. “that was… weirdly attractive,” peter admits. “sounds like someone’s got a kink,” you tease. “yeah? what kind of kink would that be?” he asks, lacing his fingers with yours. “i dunno, hand kink?” you press your palm against his. “you did the finger sucking. i think you’re the one with the hand kink,” he retorts.
he was joking, but you take him seriously.
“maybe i am.”
“mj! ned!”
peter comes racing into the bakery. he and ned usually hang around here whenever mj is working. mj is currently cleaning up for the night, and ned is helping her. her boss tasked her with closing. he gave strict instructions not to leave until the place was spotless.
“peter, we’re closing,” mj sighs. she wrings out a wet washcloth into a bucket. “if you and y/n are pulling another all-nighter, you’re gonna have to get your caffeine somewhere else,” she states. “that’s not why i’m here, but it is about y/n. can you talk?” peter asks her. “grab a broom or get moving,” she bargains.
peter finds a broom in the supply closet. he sweeps the floor while ned mops it, and mj wipes down the countertops.
“you said something about y/n? i’m all ears,” ned prompts. “dude, guess what? we just kissed!” peter beams. ned drops his mop. “you did? oh my god, peter! this is huge!” he gives peter a bear hug. “congrats, dude. you haven’t gotten any action since gwen stacy,” he jests. “thanks for the reminder,” peter pats his back.
mj kicks the mop towards ned.
“back to work, leeds. i’m not paying you to reminisce on peter’s shitty love life,” she calls to him. “you’re not paying me at all,” ned mutters. “who said i loved gwen? i never even liked her,” peter fixates. “but do you like y/n?” ned questions. mj gives him a look, so he mops the floor while he awaits peter’s answer. “define like,” peter responds rather anticlimactically.
“does y/n like you?” mj asks instead. “i mean, i don’t know, but we did make out for kind of a while,” peter replies, sweeping the area. “she must like your lips at least,” mj offers. “yeah, she must, because she wants to do it again,” he agrees, unable to fight back a grin. “dude! i told you she’d hook up with you!” ned hollers. “are you gonna go all the way this time?” he wonders.
“ned,” mj speaks with a warning tone. “what? it’s a valid question. we all know what happened with gwen,” ned justifies. peter looks down at the floor, pushing around cookie crumbs with the broom. “i’m not sure, ned. y/n isn’t like gwen, though. she gets it,” he murmurs. “he totally likes her,” ned says to mj.
peter doesn’t say anything back.
“one more strike and you’re on bathroom duty, leeds,” mj threatens. “haha, you said bathroom duty,” ned points out.
peter does a half-assed job with the rest of his sweeping, still stuck on his conversation with ned and mj. he’s almost positive he doesn’t like you, not like that. he can’t. you’re his friend, and he’s your tutor. you’re you, and he’s him. he just happened to be blessed with a skilled mouth that you want to explore more of. the way he sees it, he’s merely your next conquest.
he doesn’t mind, though. he’s been thinking about you a lot lately; he’s been thinking about you nonstop. he can’t get the image of your bare tits out of his mind, or the feeling of your lips off of his own. it’s driving him absolutely mad.
the bottom line is that he’s down for it, whatever it is between you and him.
“is may around?” you ask peter upon entering his apartment.
it’s later in the week, and you’re over for tutoring. that’s what peter thinks, at least. he’s none the wiser to what you really have planned for the two of you.
“uh, no. she’s at the shelter. she took another late shift, why?” peter answers. “good. we can pick up right where we left off,” you propose, arms winding around his torso. he raises a brow. “i thought we were gonna do the physics homework,” he reminds you. “it can wait,” you play with the collar of his sweater. “but it… it’s due tomorrow,” he breathes out.
peter is all for part two of your make out session, but you can’t lose sight of what’s really important here; passing physics.
“we have plenty of time, peter,” you speak lowly. “y/n, i… you’re doing really well. i don’t want you to get sidetracked,” peter says despite himself. “if i’m doing so well then i deserve a reward, don’t you think?” you practically purr, leaning in so your lips ghost over peter’s. “we shouldn’t, y/n/n. not right now,” he weakly replies. “fine, suit yourself. i’ll go get my calculator,” you retract your offer.
your lips leave peter’s, arms starting to unwind from around him. he catches your arms before they do, situating them around his waist once again.
“i guess we could do the homework later. what time do you have to be home?” peter questions with a half smile. “you know i don’t have a curfew,” you murmur before your lips crash into his.
the two of you barely make it to peter’s bedroom between your sloppy kisses and handsy touches, each of you effectively hot and bothered when you finally do. peter sits at the edge of his bed with you in his lap. you’re in a mini skirt that’s even shorter than the one you wore last time, heightening the feeling of the position for both of you.
your hands find their way back to peter’s sweater as his lips pepper your skin in an array of kisses. the kisses are soft, ticklish almost, and peter grabs your chin between his fingers so he can concentrate them where he wants to. he settles on your jaw.
“can i take this off?” you pull on the hem of peter’s sweater. “please,” peter speaks against your skin. you remove his sweater, only to be met with a flannel underneath it. “you’re not making this easy for me, are you, tiger?” you laugh breathlessly. “i like it when you call me that,” peter grins and pecks your cheek. “me, too. it’s very fitting,” you concur, getting to work on his flannel buttons.
you slide the flannel off peter’s shoulders, revealing abs and muscles you had not a clue were there.
“holy shit, you’re ripped! what’ve you been hiding under all those layers?” you grasp at peter’s biceps. he chuckles at your reaction. “you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? i mean, shit, who even are you?” you ogle him. “all i had to do was take my shirt off and you’re salivating,” peter brags. “you’re so fucking hot, jesus,” you go on.
peter kisses you again to shut you up, and because he doesn’t like going too long without your lips attached to his. your hands continue to feel up his toned body, his hands moving down yours. they stop just above the curve of your ass, tentative towards fulfilling his desires. you sense his reluctance and let your lips momentarily detach from his.
“it’s okay. you can touch me wherever you want,” you offer a smile. “are you sure?” he questions, licking his lips which are covered in your gloss. “i’m sure. i want this just as much as you do, peter,” you soothe. “okay, good. in that case…” a cheeky smile makes its way onto his features.
you resume your kiss, and this time, peter lets his hands come to rest on your ass. he kneads gently with his fingers, a sigh leaving your lips. your nails scratch against his chest, tongue tangling with his. you sneak a hand back to unzip your skirt so you can speed up the process. that leaves you in your panties, and it’s only then that you realize just how hard peter is, and just how wet you are.
you’resoaked.
peter takes note. his thumb skims along the waistband of your panties, an arm looping around your middle.
“i never got to take care of you the other day. lemme make it up to you?” he looks into your eyes. “god, please. i’m literally pulsating,” you manage. “yeah, i can feel you,” peter chuckles. “i can feel you, too. must be fucking suffocating in there,” you place a hand on his thigh. his breath hitches. “could i take care of you after?” you wonder.
“no, no. don’t worry about me. let’s just focus on you, alright?” peter nods, willing you. “well, it’s not often you hear a guy say that,” you concede. “i prefer giving to receiving. i’m just selfless like that,” he smolders, making you giggle. “peter parker, you’re a fucking dream,” you remark.
peter smiles at that, really smiles. although he knows your words are driven solely by lust, he finds tenderness in them.
you angle your hips so peter has better access to where you need him. peter keeps you in place with his arm around your waist, pushing your panties aside. he uses a finger to collect your wetness, so slowly it’s agonizing. the feeling sends shivers down your spine. a cocky smirk appears on his lips. his thumb presses ever so slightly on your clit, eliciting a high-pitched whine from you.
you’re about ready to beg for more, then two fingers enter you.
“oh,fuck.”
you smash your lips into peter’s as his fingers begin to pump inside you. he starts at a steady pace, still slow, but steady. it’s when his thumb comes back up to massage your clit that you let out a soft moan against his lips. he pays more attention to your bundle of nerves since it’s what you respond the most to, letting his fingers curl a bit in you.
“that’s good… do that,” you exhale, holding onto peter’s biceps. “whatever you like, y/n/n. just tell me,” peter murmurs.
you leave a messy kiss on his chin in response.
peter brings his free hand down to give your ass a squeeze while his fingers work inside you. you yelp, forehead falling against his. yours has become sticky with sweat. his thumb circles your clit with just the right amount of pressure to evoke more moans from you. he continues to curl his fingers in you deliciously, pace consistent. your hips roll in sync with him.
“that’s it. how’s that feel?” peter rasps. “fuck, just… just keep doing what you’re doing,” you pant out, hips matching his movements. “i’m so close. so, so close,” you almost heave. “already?” he teases. “you should take that as a compliment, dickhead,” you bang a fist into his chest. “i do, y/n/n. in the highest form,” he reassures.
all it takes is a few more strokes of peter’s fingers in that one perfect place, combined with his thumb on your clit and the lolling of your hips, and you’re done for. you gasp as you reach your high, clutching at peter’s arms. he works you through it, strong arms bracing you. when he feels you clenching around his fingers, he carefully slips them out of you.
“peter, that was…” you don’t even have the words. “i know,” peter hums, readjusting your panties for you.
peter’s curls stick to your forehead when yours separates from his. you drop your head onto his bare chest, hands still on his arms. peter gives you time to collect yourself. he rubs your back while you try to even out your breathing, the room now silent save for both of your pounding heartbeats.
that was fucking incredible. you don’t think you’ve ever came so fast. peter was so attentive, listened to you and your body, and it made the experience that much better. out of all the sexual encounters you’ve had, it’s been rare you find someone committed to your pleasure as much as peter is. you’ve learned that when you do, you should keep them around.
you’re not done with peter just yet.
“let’s talk,” you smile, peeking up from peter’s chest. “uh oh, how bad was it?” he jokes. “no, really. there’s something i wanna talk to you about,” you laugh. he becomes more serious. “sure, what’s up?” he questions, brows furrowing.
you climb out of peter’s lap and sit next to him. he shifts on the bed so he’s looking at you.
“how would you feel about us making an arrangement of sorts, for lack of a better term?” you prompt. “what kind of arrangement?” peter follows up. “y’know, a friends with benefits type of thing,” you elaborate. “wait, what? seriously?” he bites his lip to suppress a smile. “yeah, if you’re down. this was fun… really fun, and i’m comfy with you. plus, you have experience in this field,” you grin.
peter thinks it over for a moment. he definitely wouldn’t mind hooking up with you on the regular, and it wouldn’t be his first time doing so with someone. it didn’t end so well the last time, though.
then again, you aren’t like gwen, not in the slightest. you didn’t shame him when he told you about waiting to have sex, and you’re always encouraging when he wants to try something new. he trusts you; you trust him. above all else, that matters most to peter while being intimate. besides, just like you’d said physics was his territory, this is yours. you know what you want, and what you’re doing.
what could go wrong?
“let’s do it,” peter agrees, grinning back at you. “perfect! we’ve just gotta set some ground rules, and then we’re good to go,” you affirm. you seat yourself in his lap again. “good idea. what’s rule number one?” he asks, hands setting on your thighs. “always be safe, and sanitary. your cheeto fingers aren’t welcome here,” you wave a playful finger at him. “i won’t make it a habit. number two?” he chuckles.
“communicate. don’t be afraid to tell me what feels good, or what doesn’t,” you start. “and there’s never any pressure to do something you don’t want to. i’m guessing sex is off the table?” you inquire. peter’s cheeks turn pink. “is that okay?” he recoils. “completely okay. no pressure,” you repeat, thumb lightly tracing his jawline. “okay,” he relaxes, fingers wrapping around your wrist.
“rule number three is the third and final, but the most important one of all,” you prepare. “what is it?” peter wonders. you look him in his eyes. “no feelings, no getting attached. we’re friends, and friends only. we’re just helping each other get off. don’t except anything more,” you finalize. “can you handle that?” you check with him.
hethinks he can.
“yeah, totally. no strings attached,” peter repeats. “none,” you reinforce. “it’s settled, then. friends with benefits,” you nudge his nose with yours. “friends with benefits,” he pats your thigh. “we should probably get started on physics now. i heard warren’s collecting,” you huff. “of course she is. alright, after you,” he coaxes you out of his lap.
you get off the bed and put on your skirt. peter is still hard as a rock, and the sight of you shimmying your hips as you zip your skirt up doesn’t help. he’ll have to deal with his massive boner later, though. right now, you two have a shit load of physics homework to complete.
you’re in gym class, hiding out in the bleachers with harry and liz to avoid running the mile. liz ran hers already, but you and harry have been putting it off. the three of you watch everyone on the track as you catch up with each other.
“you and parker are fucking?” harry sneers. you just told him and liz about your… arrangement. “no, that’s actually the one thing we’re not doing,” you correct, feet kicked up on the bleacher in front of you. “why not? is he a prude or something?” harry ridicules. “hardly. he just wants to wait,” you shrug. “i don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. plenty of other things you guys could do,” liz throws in her two cents.
“right? he made me cum in, like, seconds the other night with just his fingers,” you recount. “seconds? damn, has he done this before?” liz prompts you. harry crosses his arms over his chest. “get this. he used to hook up with fucking gwen stacy,” you tell the two of them. “ugh, of all people? you’re joking,” liz’s jaw drops. “i’m dead serious,” you vow. “gwen is a fucking fox. how’d he pull her?” harry questions.
“seven minutes in heaven, one of flash’s parties. they hit it off,” you explain. “interesting,” harry fumbles for his pack of cigarettes. “oh, shit! i was there for that! they were locked in the closet for, like, ever,” liz remembers. harry offers you a cigarette. “i’m good. trying to cut back,” you decline, shielding your eyes from the sun.
you’ve been inspired by peter’s slip up with your edibles to reevaluate your usage of certain substances. he really is a good influence on you.
harry shoos at you and lights his cigarette.
“speak of the devil,” liz says. peter passes by as he’s finishing up his last lap. “sheesh, his ass looks great in those tiny little short-shorts,” you fan yourself. “some thoughts should stay in your head, y/l/n,” harry mumbles, taking a drag from his cigarette. “y/l/n! osborn!” coach wilson blows his whistle at the two of you. “get your asses on the track,” he reprimands.
liz smiles deviously. you and harry let out collective noises of anguish.
“i’m either gonna puke my guts out or die of heat exhaustion… or both,” you declare. “have fun with that,” liz sends you off. harry stays back with her. “what’s your deal with peter, osborn? seems like you have something against him,” she brings up. “huh? why would i?” he responds. “well, i think y/n was right. maybe you’re jealous,” she insinuates.
harry stands up from the bleachers. he spots you with your hands all over peter’s arms, the two of you laughing so loud he can hear it from up here. he takes one last drag from his cigarette before stomping it out.
“i’ve got nothing to be jealous of. she was my friend first.”
coach wilson blows his whistle at you again for talking to peter instead of running your laps. you puff air out of your cheeks, fingers trailing down peter’s arms before leaving them completely.
“that’s my cue. i’ve gotta run, literally,” you complain. “you want me to do it with you? i could take another lap, or four,” peter urges, smiling. “but you’re already done,” you remind him. “so? i’m working on the bod,” he flexes a bicep. “like you need to,” you prod at his muscles. he lowers his arm with a laugh. “it’s fine. we’ll do it together,” he decides.
“now you’re my tutor, my fuck buddy, and my personal trainer? i don’t know how you keep up,” you remark. “me neither. you’re not low maintenance, that’s for sure,” peter plays along. “c’mon, let’s get going before that vein in coach’s forehead bursts,” he says. “oh my god. you see it, too?” you grab his shoulder. “how could i not?” he confirms.
the two of you make your way to the track. you let peter go ahead of you so you can check out his ass again, thoroughly enjoying the view.
“wait, before we start, are we still on for tonight?” you wonder. you’re warming up, bending to touch your toes. “for tutoring? or, uh, the other thing?” peter replies. “both again? if there’s time in your busy schedule,” you answer. “if not, we’re just doing physics because that homework was brutal,” he groans. “i know, and it’s not like warren is a forgiving grader, either,” you mumble.
you come back up to a standing position. peter’s eyes are fixed on you, but he looks away when you look at him.
that makes you even.
“um,” peter clears his throat. “i’ll race you.”
you bump your hip against his, moving so you’re beside him.
I looked around, sighing in frustration. It was not comfortable waiting for someone during the winter, in New York. And choosing a rooftop was definitely not a good idea.
I was waiting for Peter, a close friend of mine, I had told him to meet me immediately and told him it was very urgent. There wasn’t anything wrong, it was just that my paranoia had me under control, driving me mentally sick because for days, maybe weeks I had just one question in my head: could Peter…be Spider-Man?
It all had started when he ‘got an internship in the Stark Industries’. He constantly ditched me, showed up late everywhere, left me and Ned with all the work we had for our science project and Ms. Parker started asking me questions to see if I knew why Peter kept sneaking out at night. If he was Spider-Man, all of these would make sense along with some other small details I noticed. Maybe I was just watching too much Sherlock. But no matter what, I had to know. I just had to have an answer.
“(Y/N)!” Peter’s screaming made me jump in fear, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I turned to face him as he rushed in front of me. “What is going on? What is so urgent you wanted to meet here, in the middle of the night?” His voice reflecting his anger.
“I-I have to tell you something.” Ask you something. Ask! Why am I so nervous?
“What? What is it?”
“I know.” I was only capable of saying those two words. Even though I had this conversation practiced in my head a dozen times, I couldn’t help but be nervous.
“What? Know what?” He chuckled nervously, making me more confident of myself.
“I know Peter! So-so you better explain yourself before I-“
“(Y/N)! You know what? Just tell me!”
“Why you sneak out at night, why you always ditch me, have scarves all over you, a-and whenever you’re gone stuff, you know, happens! I am not an idiot.”
I saw the shock in his eyes as his mouth opened, no word coming out.
“Y-you, I don’t know what you’re saying. I have no clue. Zero, like-like none, you know what-“
“Peter! Just admit it.”
“Admit what? You’re freaking me the hell out.” He said, trying to act all cool.
“Admit who youare.”
“We’ve been friends since elementary school, don’t you kn-“
“Peter!” I shouted again. “I know you’re Spider-Man.”
“W-what? I-I’m not Spider-Man! What the hell?” He said, laughing nervously again.
“Oh you’re not?” I asked sarcastically.
“Of course not!”
“So you’re doing all those things becaausseee?”
“The Stark Internship! I’ve been saying- Do you even ever listen to me?”
“Oh, yeah, right, that! Why couldn’t I think of that! So what do you do in this ‘internship’?”
“(Y/N), you sound so crazy right know.”
“C-crazy? Me?” I took a few steps back, running my hands through my hair. I was freaking the hell out.
“Yeah you! You know what, I’ll prove it to you. Show you where I work, introduce you-“
“P-prove it to me?” I asked, as the words left my mouth, an idea popped into my head. I turned my back to Peter, facing the view up from the rooftop we were standing in.
“Yes! How about tomorrow? I promise.”
I didn’t answer, I just walked towards the edge. I saw the ground, God, how high is this building?
I turned back to face Peter, with a creepy grin on myself. “Peter, you’re telling me you’re not…”
“Not Spider-Man!”
I took a few more steps towards the edge.
“(Y/N) What are you-“
“So that would mean…” I looked down at the ground again before looking at him over my shoulder.
“You couldn’t do anything, you know, if I happened to slip and-“
“No no no no I don’t like where this is going.” He walked towards me, there were still a long distance between us.
“So if I jump,” I stepped on the sides.
“…You couldn’t catch me.”
“You are being insane! Get back down, please!”
“Not until you tell me who you are.”
He walked towards me, “N-no! Come any closer and I’ll jump.”
“Okay, okay!” He stopped, holding his hands up in the air. “Just please, for the love of god, get down from there.”
“Peter, admit it.” I said, my voice more confident. I knew no matter what, he could catch me. He was Spider-Man.
“I-I…(Y/N) I AM NOT SPIDER-MAN!”
“Well, I guess, I am going to die…” I took one more step. And that was it, there was no more space left.
“Get down there, please! I. AM. NOT. SPIDER-MAN.”
I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest. I heard him talking, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I knew there was only one way to find out.
I let myself go, backwards into the darkness. He shouted my name, and I caught a sight of him running towards the edge. That was the last thing I saw before I shut my eyes. Just in a few seconds, I found myself in his arms, my face buried in his shoulder. We were…up in the air. My brain couldn’t function what was happening. I opened my eyes when my feet touched the ground.
“Oh my god.” I breathed out as I looked at him. We were safe on the ground.
“Are you okay?” He asked as he held my face, looking into my eyes.
“Y-yes. I knew it.”
He wrapped his arms around me. “Don’t ever do that again. You scared the living shit out of me.”
I closed my eyes as I hugged his neck. “It’s okay. I knew you would catch me.”
WARNING: Might be triggering to some people! Please do not read if this may harm you. No fic is worth your safety.
Ridiculous. That is what you would describe this entire day as. It was nearly midnight and you were finally leaving Flash’s house after finishing your chem lab work. Of course he waited until the night before it was due to invite you over to “help”. His version of helping is sitting beside you talking complete nonsense while you do all of the work. You swore that if your teacher ever assigned the two of you to work together, you were going to just throw him off of the school building. What’s worse is that he didn’t even offer you a ride home afterwards. He seriously expected you to walk home in the dark by yourself. At the time, you were just happy to be leaving his house. But about twenty minutes into your journey, you were drowning in anxiety. Every single sound or slight movement that you heard, you were immediately spraying pepper spray in that direction. Of course it was useless since the trash cans you heard rattle were not a threat, but you couldn’t be too careful.
When you weren’t giving yourself a heart attack, you were thinking up a million ways to murder Flash. Decapitation. Throwing him off a building. Running him over with his own car. The possibilities were endless.
“What are you doing walking around this late?” a gruff voice asked from behind you. You were so caught up in your own head that you didn’t even see the three men leaned against the side of a building. Your spine snapped straight, feigning as much confidence as it could in its terrified state.
“As if it’s any of your business,” you scoffed before attempting to walk away from them. However you felt two hands snake around your waist from behind. You jumped, a surprised yelp jumping out of your throat. Quickly, the man covered your mouth with a sharp curse.
“Come on, now,” he scolded you, “There’s no need for that. We aren’t gonna hurt you, baby.”
You squirmed in his grasp as he led you over to his friends, one hand holding your waist in a death-like grip. Your attempts at calling out for help were all muffled behind the man’s hand. However futile they felt, you never once stopped. If you had any luck, some sort of stranger could walk by. Maybe they could hear you crying out for them. Maybe you could be saved from this.
“I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up,” the man holding you growled into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin which made you recoil from him. He pulled you back to him harshly, his grip curling slightly which caused his nails to dig into your flesh. You let out a painful whimper, too scared to scream anymore.
“There you go,” he praised gruffly before turning to his friends, “good bitch knows how to take orders.”
His friends laughed alongside him as they approached slowly, each of their hands moving to caress various areas of your body. You weren’t sure you could call it that at this moment though. It didn’t feel like your body anymore. Not with their hands and bodies pressed against it. And how do you move a body that isn’t yours? The most you could do was shut your eyes. Close your eyes and pray that this will end quickly. But as the sound of your shirt ripping off your body was heard, you didn’t have a single ounce of hope left.
“Hey!” a voice broke through the air. The hands of the men stopped suddenly. You assume they had turned to the origin of the voice, but you weren’t ready to open your eyes just yet. Not when you felt the cold chill of a sharpened blade to your exposed neck.
“How about you back away, Spiderman?” a cocky tone chimed in from behind you. He spun the two of you to face Spiderman, causing you to cry out in fear as pressure slightly increased under the blade. Your eyes opened as if on their own, the sting of the cold metal against your surprising them open. Spiderman’s stance straightened in surprise. Before now, you had kept your hair partially sheltering your face, when you looked up to see the man- he acted almost as if he knew you.
“Don’t you hurt a single hair on her head,” Spiderman growled, his posture shifting into a fighting stance.
“It’s up to you, Spiderman. You move, she gets hurt,” the man cooed teasingly, “But if you leave, I’ll put the knife completely away.”
Spiderman looked at you for a moment, and even though he was wearing a mask… you knew that he was sorry. The knife was against your neck. If he were to move his hand to shoot his webs, there was a good chance that he couldn’t stop the knife in time. Sadly enough, you understood. You knew that no matter what superpowers Spiderman has… right now he couldn’t save you without gambling your life. So instead you just closed your eyes. It would be easier to forgive him for this if you didn’t see him leave.
The men laughed cockily as the sound of Spiderman retreating hit your ears. Immediate tears formed in your eyes, well aware of what he had left you with. You tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t his fault. There was nothing he could have done. He isn’t the monster of this story. But it was so hard to convince yourself while foreign fingertips greedily scanned your bare skin.
“I think that since I was the one who got rid of ole Spidy, I should get first dibs,” the man with the knife whispered against your ear before softly nibbling your neck. You recoiled at the feeling and let out a pathetic cry.
“I’m the one who caught her,” another griped, “If I wasn’t behind her, she would’ve gotten away.”
The men bickered, their motions becoming harsher. You tried not to cry, not wanting to give them more satisfaction than they were already stealing from you. Soon the argument took over the situation, causing two of the men to break away and fight on their own. To them, you were nothing more than an object. They only saw you as some living toy used only for their desire. It was sickening. How could they not care that they were ruining someone’s life?
The second the men broke into their own battle, a figure swooped in from the sky and kicked off one of the men held against you. A small smile broke out of your face as you witnessed the man slamming against the ground, unable to bring himself back up. The men fighting stopped instantly, turning to keep you cornered behind them. However, before they could make it to you, webs shot out of the sky. The web wrapped completely around them, immobilizing them. You watched with bright eyes, finally seeing some hope in this horrible situation. Spiderman swung out from the shadows and slammed against the two men, kicking them away from you. You heard them struggling against the webs, but your eyes stayed locked to your savior.
“I suggest you let her go,” the man growled, stepping closer to the two of you. The man didn’t give up, instead using you as a shield. You felt him pulling you backwards with him, but if it was just one guy- you could do something about it.
You waited until he was taking another step back before twisting as best as you could and slamming your leg into his groin. You heard the man let out a sharp breath of air before doubling over. Immediately you intertwined your hands and slammed downwards, knocking him to the ground face first. The two of you left standing winced slightly at the sound of bones breaking. The impact of his nose against the concrete caused it to break. It made you happy, knowing that you wouldn’t be the only one scarred from the situation.
“Ma’am?” Spiderman asked from behind you, not wanting to step forward and frighten you more than you already were. You turned towards him and it was something about being able to move freely… or maybe it was the fact you didn’t feel their hands anymore. Whatever it was, it caused tears to flow freely down your face. Spiderman jumped slightly in surprise as a loud sob erupted from you.
“Take me away from this please,” you wailed, “Please get me away from them or I’ll be the one having to go to jail. Please take me away.”
He moved quickly to you and waited for your permission to wrap his arm around you before swinging the two of you away from the men. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get back in time to arrest the one not webbed, but you were more important to him than anything else.
The two of you ended up on top of an apartment building. He placed you on the ground as gently as he could, but it didn’t matter. The second your feet touched the ground, you dropped to your knees and cried.
“I-I’ll be right back I promise,” Spiderman said before jumping off the side of the building. A few minutes later he showed back up with a t-shirt and jacket in hand. You thanked him and put the clothing on. Whenever you turned back to him, you saw him facing the other way with his hands over his eyes.
“I don’t know why you’re doing that. You’ve already seen it,” you said quietly, hugging yourself with the fabric, “you can turn around though. I’m done.”
“I kept my eyes closed when I got the first three guys,” he admitted sheepishly, turning towards you slowly, “With the last guy, I looked only at him.”
Red hit your cheeks, “Thank you for that,” you mumbled, “And for saving me. I know that there was nothing you could’ve done the first time so… thank you for coming back.”
“I never left. I waited until it was safe… I had to wait until the guy with the knife was far enough from you. I’m so sorry it took so long.”
You were trying your hardest to fix your composure. You didn’t want to look weaker than you already did. So you stood tall and wiped the leftover tears off of your cheeks. Spiderman surveyed your posture before slumping.
“Y/N you don’t have to be on your guard with me,” he sighed, “I know you’re scared, but we know each other. Just trust me, please? I won’t hurt you.”
“We know each other?”
You could see him thinking something over with himself before he answered, “If I take off my mask will you not freak out or tell anyone?”
“Will you tell anyone anything about what happened tonight?”
“Other than the cops, no. I won’t use your name either.”
“Then we have a deal,” you agreed, still being on your guard. But when he lifted his mask, you broke down completely. You ran into his arms and hugged him as tightly as you could.
“Hey,” Peter shushed you calmingly, “You’re safe here. I’ve got you.”
“Peter,” you cried painfully into his chest. Peter was one of your best friends, and as soon as you calmed down from the situation- there would be a talk about why it took so long for you to be in the know. But for right now, you just wanted him to hold you a little longer.
“You can stay at mine tonight,” he told you, kissing the top of your head, “Aunt May won’t mind and you can just tell your parents you stayed at MJ’s. She’ll cover for you.” You nodded, unable to speak. You just held onto him as he took you back to his apartment.
-
Peter led you to the shower as soon as you got to his house. You thanked him as he turned the water to an appropriate setting. He of course made it a little hotter than he normally would because he knew how you liked the water hot. He left the bathroom for a minute and returned with a set of clothes, a towel, and a spare toothbrush.
“You know where my room is. I told Aunt May you’re here, it’s up to you whether or not you want her to know. She’s so tired that she didn’t really question it. Plus she knows about the whole side job thing.”
You thanked Peter, motioning to the shower, “I’m gonna get in now. I’ll probably be a while…”
Peter’s expression contorted to concern, but he just nodded. He knew it was better to just let you cry it out for right now. As much as he hates seeing you upset, he knew that you needed to get it out.
And you did. You sat on the floor of the shower for an hour and sobbed. You kept it as quiet as you could because of Aunt May, but it was hard.
You scrubbed your skin raw until you felt like you’d gotten most of their filth off of you, but some would always remain inside of you. The memory of you would keep their torment alive forever. They knew that, and you were sure they loved knowing you were going to suffer thanks to them.
Whenever you finally rejoined Peter, he was sitting up in his bed changed into nightclothes already. You had stayed with him before, but this was the first time you were nervous to share a bed with him. He noticed immediately and hopped off.
“I’ll stay on the couch tonight,” he announced, “Do you need a light? I don’t know how you feel about the dark right now. But I have a lamp I could keep on.”
You shook your head, “No I’m fine, but you can stay. I-As much as I’m scared to share a bed with a male right now, I’m more afraid of being alone.”
Peter nodded and walked towards you, enveloping you in his arms, “I’m so sorry I didn’t get there faster.”
Hearing his words, you let your walls down once more and clung to him, “Could you just take the pain away? It hurts… “ you whispered in a broken tone, Peter held you tighter to him, “It hurts so much.. Help me.”
Peter sighed, unsure of how to tell you that he didn’t know how to fix this. All he knew is that he would never let you leave his sight ever again.
You told him that it was a bad idea. Tony specifically told the two of you to stay away, but Peter wanted to see what everyone was being so secretive about. Of course you didn’t want to join him, but he begged you and Peter had this ability to convince you to do just about anything. He knows it too. So when he came into your room and begged you to come with him (Tony would be less likely to yell at him if you were with him), you couldn’t say no.
But you should’ve.
“Peter what are we even looking for?” you asked him with a bored expression. Peter looked back at you and shrugged. He didn’t have a clue. You sighed and leaned against the door frame, waiting for your idiotic friend to hurry up and leave. The deal was that you would go with him to the room, but you wouldn’t go in. Peter whined for a moment about it, but decided that it was better than nothing.
“I’m guessing I’ll know it when I see it,” he commented as he continued snooping around Banner’s work space. Guessing that you would be there for a while, you pulled out your phone and began scrolling through social media. You could hear Peter shuffling around the room mumbling to himself, but you concluded that if he found what he was looking for he would let you know.
It was quiet for a while, maybe two or three minutes before you heard clattering and Peter let out a short cry. When you looked up, you saw Peter flat on his ass looking up at some weird pink plant. You didn’t move to help him up or make any noise because of the look he had on his face. He looked dazed or distracted, like he was in some trance.
“Pete?” you asked with furrowed brows, shoving your phone back into your pocket, “You doing okay over there, Spidey?”
Peter’s gaze snapped away from the plant immediately and stuck on you. The way he was looking at you caused your heartbeat to quicken. He both looked confused and enthralled at your presence. You backed away slowly as he rose to his feet, not fully trusting his willpower at the moment.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he spoke almost robotically, stepping closer towards you, “But I think you might need to get Mr. Stark.”
Without questioning him, you took off in the opposite direction where you assumed Tony would be. You ran as fast as you could through the headquarters, earning the attention of everyone you passed. When you finally caught a glimpse of the man, he was in a conversation with Banner. Normally you would just stand beside them awkwardly until you were noticed, but of course this situation was a bit different than all the other times.
“Tony!” you yelled as soon as you saw him, “Tony something happened!”
He turned around and looked at you with a surprised expression, “What hap- where’s the kid?”
You doubled over, holding onto your knees to catch your breath. Tony, who had an idea of what was going on, grabbed onto your shoulders and lifted you to his eyesight, “Y/N, where is Peter? Please tell me you did not go in the lab!”
“I-I didn’t,” you panted, “But Peter did. He messed with something, I don’t know what it was.”
Tony growled lowly to himself, removing his hands from your shoulders, “I need you to go into your room right now and don’t come out until I come to get you.”
“What ha-”
“No,” Tony snapped at you causing you to flinch slightly, “You don’t get to ask any questions. What you get to do is listen to me for once and go to your room.”
“Tony, all due respect and all, but I am not a high schooler anymore,” you seethed, not appreciating his tone, “I am twenty-three, okay? I told Peter to not go in there, but he didn’t listen to me. Don’t you dare treat me like a kid when I am just concerned for my best friend. So you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened in that lab and you’re going to tell me now.”
Tony sighed, his leg shaking impatiently. He didn’t have time to argue with you on this. Peter could be anywhere in the building by now. As much as Tony loved the fact that you were learning to stick up for yourself, he also knew that Peter probably figured out what happened in the lab. If he found that out, that means he’s trying his best to stay as far away from you as possible. There is no telling just how long he can hold himself back. Tony sighed, looking back at Banner who looked just as worried and guilty as Tony did.
“Banner, tell her everything,” Tony instructed, but before you could rejoice, Tony continued, “but walk her to her room while you do it. Quickly please.”
–
“So you’re saying that Peter was infected by…” you trailed off, not sure what to call the mysterious plant Banner was explaining. Apparently Banner and Tony found it on some planet or something. Tony, of course, was curious and talked Banner into helping him discover it’s powers. Little did they know that they ended up stealing a mating plant.
“We aren’t sure what to call it,” Banner explains, “but all we know is that once you sniff it, you go a bit crazy. Your inhibitions drop and your libido kind of goes crazy.”
“So you’re basically telling me that Peter sniffed a mysterious alien plant and is now roaming the building with a major boner?”
Banner slightly cringes at your terminology, but he couldn’t really argue with it, “Yeah basically.”
“So why am I being sent to my room like a scorned toddler?” you huffed.
Banner looked at you for a short moment, wondering if you were actually serious. When you didn’t budge, he just shrugged his shoulders, “I have no idea. But I’d rather follow Tony’s orders than be on his bad side.”
“I guess I understand that,” you stop in front of your door, turning to the man with a puzzled expression, “I have one last question.”
“Go for it.”
“How are you guys going to help him?”
-
It has been an hour since Banner and Tony stuffed you into your room. There hasn’t been any word on Peter’s condition, nor if they found him. Of course you have been blowing up everyone’s phones, but the only answer you received was from Nat. It was pretty vague also.
“Stop being a chicken. Do what you have to do. I never sent this message.”
You hate that you knew exactly what she meant. It didn’t take you very long to connect the dots as to why you were the only person being locked in their room. When Peter looked at you after messing with the plant, his eyes never left you once. The way that his eyes traveled down your body like he was soaking you in… You began to berate yourself for taking this long to realize.
You were the first person he saw. That had to be it.
But to break it, you would have to do something that would possibly end your friendship with Peter. Having sex with your best friend has always been the number one “do not”, but what if it was to save him? Though you weren’t entirely sure if he would die from this, but the way Tony was acting you just assumed it was lethal. So you asked yourself the dreaded question:
Would you have sex with your best friend in order to save their life?
Easy. Yes.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before. There was no way that you could see Peter Parker without a shirt and not have that thought. The one reason you never crossed that territory is because you know Peter, and you know that he wouldn’t endanger your friendship like that. Unless he was saving you from an alien plant that made you super horny? Honestly this whole situation is very Riverdale-y.
So you texted Nat. By now she would know.
Where is he?
She didn’t take long to answer you back.
His room.
-
“Peter?” you whispered, knocking lightly on his door. You could hear shuffling noises from behind the door, but Peter never replied. He had to be in there, Nat said he was. Also, who else would go into Peter’s room? On the brightside, if you were to go in and it wasn’t Peter- you could possibly catch a thief or an eavesdropper. It didn’t take long for you to make up your mind before you pulled out the spare key you had to his room. Peter had one to your room too, just in case.
Whenever you walked in, you noticed that his room had been destroyed. His desk, which was normally cluttered with his little inventions, was empty. The tools and other objects that normally resided on the desk were scattered around the floor. You searched the room for the boy, but he was nowhere in sight.
“Pete?” you called softly. A soft groan sounded from above you. Startled by the sound, you looked up at the ceiling to see your best friend covered in sweat. You could see the pain in his eyes as he looked down at you.
“Y/N, you really shouldn’t be in here,” Peter struggled to speak, jumping off the ceiling but staying a fair distance from you.
“Nat told me where to find you, but I’m not supposed to tell anyone,” you spoke softly, attempting to approach him. Peter back up into the wall, trying to stay as far from you as he could.
“Please,” Peter strained, “You don’t understand, you can’t be in here.”
“Banner told me what happened with the plant,” you sighed, stepping forward once more. Peter couldn’t back up anymore. He was stuck.
“Y/N can you not hear me?” Peter whined, “Just listen to me for once. Leave. Please.”
“I’m not leaving until I fix this,” you spoke stubbornly, your arms crossing in front of your arms, “Banner didn’t tell me why I was the only one being kept from you, but I finally figured it out. So I came to help. Please let me help.”
“You figured it out?” he croaked, “And you’re not… do you… you know?”
“I was the first person you saw after you were infected,” you explained, “So I’m guessing it’s like a love potion type deal? First person you see, you get stuck too.”
Peter looked at you in shock before laughing, “That’s not it at all, Y/N.”
Your eyebrows furrowed at the boy, a small frown tugging at your lips. Peter watched as the wheels in your head began to turn. You would figure it out soon. When you did, that would be the end of your friendship. There was no way that you would stay friends with him once you figured out how obsessed with you he was. He’d been in love with you forever and he was really good at hiding it from you. Years and years of pretending that he didn’t think about you writhing underneath him as his lips greedily devoured you… down the drain.
“Oh,” you whispered before meeting his eyes, “That makes this a whole lot less awkward.”
Peter’s grip on the window seal tightened, the wood splintering in his grip. He didn’t meet your eyes, afraid of what he would say or do. His resolve was crumbling by the second and he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to keep away from you. But then he realized something.
“Less awkward?” he spat, “Really? Is right now the time for you to be making jokes?”
“I’m not joking with you, Spidey,” you huffed, “I was going to have this whole heartfelt confession about how I really like you, but you know what. If you don’t want sweet, fine. You won’t get sweet.”
Peter’s eyes darkened, “You-”
“Like you a lot? Have imagined you pinning me down? Wondered what it would be like to have you whisper in my ear? Yeah all of the above, I guess. Also, Peter you broke the window seal. I’m not taking the heat for it so y-”
Hands reached out for you in a frenzy, both grasping onto your hair and tugging you backwards until he had you pressed against the wall, his knee positioned between your legs. You felt Peter’s lips envelope your own, snatching the breath right out of your lungs. Peter’s lips were soft and inviting, also they had a hint of a maple taste but that could be because you made him pancakes this morning. One of his hands abandoned your hair and fell onto your waist. You didn’t argue with him as his fingertips dipped underneath the fabric of your shirt, though you did make a sound when his warm hand caressed your breast, but it wasn’t in protest.
“Peter,” you moaned as his thumb grazed the fabric over your nipple. You felt his body go rigid against yours, a groan of desperation soaring past his lips.
“Pretty girl, I’m going to need you to stay a little quieter for right now,” he strained, “I don’t want our first time to be a blur to you. If you keep making beautiful noises like that, I might break and take you right here.”
You smiled at him challengingly, “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
Peter shivered at your words and gave you a wicked smile before placing both hands on your waist and wrapping you around his hips. His greedy lips bruised the skin of your neck, marking every available spot that he could reach. Your head was thrown back in bliss, symphonies of needy cries escaping your lips. It didn’t help that you could feel him against your crotch, teasing you ever so slightly.
Peter sat on the bed, leaving you sitting pretty on his lap. However, it wasn’t his plan to keep you there.
“Stand and strip.”
You didn’t challenge him this time, you would save that for later. Instead you just stood and slowly removed each article of clothing. Peter’s eyes drank in the sight of you bare in front of him, his beautiful eyes darkened by lust. It only made them more beautiful.
“Good girl,” he hummed, “Now sit on my knee.”
Confused, yet intrigued, you followed his orders. Peter smiled, loving how obedient you were being for him. The look in your eyes as you sat and awaited your next instruction. But he didn’t say anything, not at first. Instead, he began bouncing his leg. A struggled moan pushed passed your lips as the movement stimulated your clit. Your hands desperately grasped onto his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself a bit better. Peter watched you with an amused smile on his lips. He loved seeing the way your eyes screwed tight just at the feeling of his thigh, He couldn’t wait to see your expression when he pushed himself into you.
Peter’s hands fell to your waist, guiding your hips in a grinding motion. You quickly understood his silent instructions and you kept the motion going, pressing down harder on his thigh.
“That’s my pretty girl,” he whispered, his lips grazing your bruised flesh, “I want you to keep going until you cum.”
You whined at his words, but you did as you were told. You rocked your clit against his denim clothed thigh, your eyes fluttering shut at the friction gathering between the two of you. Peter watched you with hunger in his beautiful brown eyes. The desire to touch you became too strong for him, leading him to allow his hand to travel to your heat, rubbing circles against it. The second the pad of his thumb pressed against your soaking wet clit, you were gripping tightly onto his thigh in order to quicken the pace. Peter smirked, enjoying the fact that all it took was his thumb and his thigh to have you falling out of place for him. As your pace increased, so did the bouncing of his knee. He closed his eyes, trying to lock the memory of your desperate mewling inside his mind.
“Peter,” you whined, your nails digging into his jeans.
“Are you close, pretty girl?” he asked sweetly. You could only nod in return, your eyes screwing shut at the knot turning in your stomach. Peter removed his empty hand from your waist and lifted it onto your breast, circling the areola faintly before dipping his head down and encasing your pearled nipple between his perfect lips. The sensation was the finishing touch to make the knot in your stomach finally break, causing stars to erupt in your eyes. You screamed a moan as you tried to ride out your high on Peter’s thumb and thigh, but he had other plans. The second you came, Peter flipped the two of you around, slamming your back onto his mattress. You didn’t have time to question him, nor were you really interested in asking.
Peter helped you ride out your high as he continued rubbing circles on your clit, high pitched whines dripping from your lips like profanities. It was the most provocative thing that Peter had ever heard in his entire life and he was hoping to remember the sound of you screaming his name on the day that he dies. Your hands reached forward and grasped onto Peter’s curls, tugging mercilessly at them.
“Peter,” you cried, “Peter please…”
He didn’t take another moment before ripping off his clothing and following you down onto the mattress. Peter’s warm palm was placed against your breast, massaging it and ever-so-slightly twisting on your nipple. More cries. Peter couldn’t get enough of the way you looked and sounded, dripping wet and desperate. For him. He reached into the dresser beside his bed, pulling out a condom and effortlessly sliding it onto his hard cock.
“Hey,” Peter hummed, “Pretty girl, I want you to tell me if it hurts okay? If it hurts, we will stop immediately.”
Your eyes opened to meet his, and to any other person- you would look like the most innocent girl in the world, but he knew you better than that. He knew that the innocent look was an act, and he was proven correct by your following words, “Make me hurt.”
Peter grinned, “God you’re hot.”
He didn’t waste any time before gripping your hips and thrusting himself in completely. You screamed his name so loudly that both of you were sure that the entire floor heard you. Of course neither of you cared at that moment. Peter dug his nails into your hips, leaving angry crescent shaped scars on them that he would later kiss as an apology. However, as of right now, he was unapologetic in each of his movements. Each deep thrust, each scratch, each sharp nip of your flesh… Peter did it all.
“Baby I-” that’s all you could get out before being interrupted by your second orgasm.
When you came for the second time, Peter discovered that it felt so much better having you come undone around his cock rather than on his thigh. The feeling added with the way you called him baby…You were in big trouble now. Peter was rushed with another frenzy, flipping you around onto your stomach, lifting you ass into the air by your hips, and slamming into your entrance once more. You crumbled onto the bed, your pussy throbbing against his cock. However, Peter didn’t like you like that, he wanted you upright. So he reached down and grabbed onto your hair, yanking you up onto all fours. He gripped your hair in two parts, using them as leverage to slam your body back into his with each thrust. Stars, fireworks, cannonballs… you saw them all.
“Fuck baby,” Peter groaned, he emptied one handful of hair into the other hand and used his now-empty hand to turn your head, kissing you deeply. You tried kissing back, but the angle was too awkward and you couldn’t stop the moans from filling the room. Peter lowered his hand, using it instead to choke you once more. He would use his grip on your throat just like he used your hair, causing him to go deeper and deeper into you.
“Peter I can’t,” you struggled. You were so close again and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. You told him to hurt you, not wreck you. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to go on a mission for a few days because you’re not entirely sure that you would be able to walk.
Peter understood you though, but he was far from finished with you. He reached his hand around your waist and began to circle your clit once more, overstimulating your body. Peter felt as you began to shake, coming so close to your orgasm that you could almost taste it.
“Not yet, princess,” Peter growled.
A breathy whimper escaped your lips at his words, you didn’t know how long you could keep it from coming. Peter was hitting every good spot and you were on the edge of spilling over.
“Peter please,” you cried, your hands grasping onto the pillow on his bed, submerging your face in it.
“I said not yet,” he chastised, his hand coming down on your ass as quick as lightning. A sharp moan filled the room as his hand print settled on your ass cheek. Peter flipped you over once more, wanting to see your face as you come undone.
“Now?” you begged him, tears brimming your eyes.
“Cum for me, princess,” he instructed. Your walls came undone around him as he spilled into the condom. You felt him twitching inside you as he messily tried to ride out each of your highs. Whenever both of you came down, he pulled out of you gently and tied the condom, tossing it into the bin. Peter picked up the nearest blanket and wrapped the two of you in it. He watched you as you cuddled closer to him, a content smile on your pretty face.
“I know it’s a bit late to ask this,” Peter whispered to you, gently brushing strands of hair out of your face, “but will you go on a date with me?”
You smiled up at him, taking in his perfect features once more before nodding, “But don’t be mistaken… I don’t kiss on the first date.”
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SUMMARY:Peter wholeheartedly regrets not coming back to Y/N’s apartment and tries his best to stay away for her sake. She continues to think of him as her career begins to take off. Spiderman sees her during a battle and has to make a deal for her safety.
Peter laid on his bed, staring mindlessly at the noisy fan that clicked away above him as he tried to fall asleep. He’d probably watched it spin around hundreds or thousands of times every night, trying to rid his mind of her. She lingered in his every waking thought and visited during his dreams.
“Jesus Christ,” He whispered, rubbing his hands on his face in aggravation. “Okay, stupid multiverse-god-thing. Very funny. She’s the one, I get it! Just let me sleep..”
He found himself thinking of her eyes and the way they darted around aimlessly as she talked as if they were following her train of thought. He thought about her voice and the way it got raspy as the night progressed and her drowsiness with it. He accidentally caused a small explosion at the lab earlier in the day because his mind was on her. Her plump lips; the way they moved when she spoke or, god, when she smiled.
He flipped onto his stomach and groaned into his pillow with frustration.
He wanted nothing more than to wait for her to return to the apartment and take him to her favorite diner in the city on that day. He felt his heart sink when he felt the familiar tingle, knowing he’d have to leave her stranded to chase after his newest enemy. He didn’t have time to leave a note. He had a responsibility to protect the innocent; it normally came with the cost of hurting or losing someone he loved. As much as he hated to admit it, as bad as he wanted her, he needed to stay away.
Butboy did he want her. His mind wouldn’t let him simply forget about the destiny written by the fates; the story of Spiderman and MJ, an inevitable romance that spanned through multiple universes, his being no exception. He wanted her to take him to the diner. He wanted to walk her home and kiss her sweetly before making plans for a second date. He wanted to fall for her. At times, he wanted to ignore his power and abandon his responsibility all in hopes of living a domestic and happy life with this woman.
But alas, the world didn’t stop turning for him; not in his darkest times, much less in the hopeful ones. Duty called. The Collector continued to wreak havoc on the city of New York, and Peter had no other option but to fight. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder how she reacted when she arrived home.
Little did he know that after her meeting, she’d gone through the effort of ordering two of her usual coffee for the man who had painted the everlasting, smitten grin on her lips. She had gone through her day with a coy smile, anticipating and craving his presence. She rushed home, opening her apartment door to be greeted by a soul-shattering silence.
No number, no address, no way to contact the perfect man she had woken up next to only a few hours prior. She’d searched every room, hoping the sinking feeling in her stomach would be replaced by the warm one she’d felt that same morning but there was nothing but her usual empty and silent apartment. Her smile faded and eyes blurred, left with no other option but to drink both coffees and move on with the day.
It had been almost two weeks now since their interaction. He’d seen her at the scenes of The Collector’s attacks, observing Spider-man’s every move and defending him mercilessly in her New York Times column; The Daily Herald. He’d make it a point to pick it up every morning on his way to work and read it on the train ride. Her words were piercing and revolutionary, changing the minds of thousands of citizens a day. It seemed that as time carried on, Peter noticed more and more pedestrians reading and talking about her articles.
He sighed, looking at the clock. Sleep now weighed heavily on his lids as his thoughts slowed to a single image; her. Y/N was engraved into his mind; he saw her vividly every time his eyes fluttered shut. And with that, he slowly drifted into a restless slumber, unaware that she laid under the same sky with the same striking memory replaying on a loop in her own mind.
———
The city had been quieter than usual; everyone hid away in the safety of their own home in fear of being caught in The Collector’s terrorizing paralysis. Tourists mostly steered clear of New York, and those who had the privilege of working from home rarely dared to leave their apartments. The attacks were more frequent and deadly. declining in morality at the villain’s mind declined in its strange illness.
Y/N mindlessly stared at the pedestrians who rushed past the cafe window. She was meant to be writing the next day’s article. Though it was a seemingly impossible task with the endless daydreams and memories of the night spent with a perfect stranger. She’d never quite managed to rid her mind of him completely.
She rarely remembered her dreams yet couldn’t seem to forget the one she woke from that same morning. His warm brown eyes, his soft chuckle, the tint of his blushing cheeks, the shape of his lips, the way he said her name- it was all the same.
The beginnings of rain snapped her out of her thoughts. She smiled as it began to sprinkle the fast-paced crowd outside, watching as some children held their arms up and stuck their tongues out before being ushered off by their parents. For a split second, it felt like the same city again; bustling with life and noise. It felt like home again.
The moment was interrupted by a loud crash, and suddenly the sweet scene from just seconds before melted into disarray. The same kids she watched happily embrace the rain were now being pulled into buildings by their mothers. A crowd of people ran down the street in blind chaos, screaming so loud that the windows rattled.
“‘Scuse me! Comin’ through!” She heard someone yell before seeing the familiar red vigilante sprint past the window. He shot a web and launched himself forward, sending him out of sight.
The Collector, she thought as she closed her laptop and quickly stuffed it in her bag before running outside. She only caught a small glimpse of the battle before it moved out of sight, it seemed that the enemy kept developing new weapons; this time it was a motorcycle that sped effortlessly between crowds and buildings. She followed the screams and ran against the swarm of panicked pedestrians, paying little mind to the mayhem.
She kept seeing glimpses of red turn corners, missing the majority of the action. She sprinted at full speed at this point, knowing damn well the danger she was putting herself in but putting the thought aside for the opportunity to write about a first-hand Spiderman experience. The adrenaline kept her legs moving and thoughts silenced for a few more minutes before she finally slowed down.
She turned another corner, only to see a frozen congregation of people that looked like something from a River Styx painting. She stopped in her tracks, backing behind a wall before deciding on whether or not to proceed. Then she saw it; Spiderman holding the watch in his hand as The Collector yanked at the makeshift web cuffs on his wrists to no avail. The motorcycle was dangling to the building above.
“Oh, my sweet boy,” The older man chuckled, shooting his foe a bone-chilling grin. “This would’ve all been over by now if you killed me when you had the chance.”
“It could’ve been prevented if you would’ve just listened to me,” Spiderman spoke up, breathing heavily with anger and despair. “The cure wasn’t worth the madness. The old you would’ve preferred death over the man you’ve become.”
“Kill me,“ He purred, smiling like the Cheshire cat. “Or I will personally see to your loved ones’ deaths. Starting with that old-“
A web suddenly covered his mouth. The Collector’s eyes widened before he squirmed around and screamed.
“What was that? Starting with who?” Spiderman asked, stepping closer to his muffled words and cupping his ear. “Just a little louder, man. I can’t quite understand you.”
He fumbled a bit with the watch for a moment as the wailing sirens grew closer. The silence burst into screams and the sounds of a stampede, civilians running every which way. Y/N could no longer hear the conversation but watched as Spiderman walked up to the man and whispered something in his ear, causing The Collector to fall still. She dared to step out from behind the wall, trying to hear what was being said.
It was no use trying to run against the roaring crowd. She felt people slam into her and shove her out of the way as she attempted to approach her targets. The sirens grew deafening as she halted to a stop, giving up any chance of getting close before the cops ushered her away.
The masked man looked to his left to see the cop cars begin to swarm in. That’s when he saw her. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the woman standing amid the paranoid mob that ran against her. He dared not look for too long, not wanting to give any hint of recognition.
“Well, that’s my cue,” Spiderman nodded toward the cops before shooting a web up towards a nearby skyscraper. “I meant what I said. Behave.”
“Wait!” Y/N stepped forward only to see him fly into the sky once again. “I-.. And you’re gone. Great.”
“Out of the way!” The cops called as they shoved people away from the man in web constraints.
“How many times have we told you that you can’t be at these scenes, Y/L/N?” A familiar cop barked, grabbing at her shoulders to pull her away. She turned to see that it was the chief of police, an old friend of her father’s. “It’s dangerous. You can get a quote later.”
“Chief Johnson, it’s part of-“
“Your job, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard your spiel before. It’s my job to clear the premises so get the fuck out of here!” He rolled his eyes, shoving her towards the cop cars. She looked back at The Collector as a cop recited his rights and cuffed him. “MJ! Go!”
“Fine! I’m gone,” She held up her hands defensively before turning on her heels. “Damn, who pissed in your fucking cereal this morning?”
“Don’t you have something better to write about?” He called after her. She stopped in her tracks. “He’s a menace to society!”
“He hasn’t killed anyone so what does that make you?” She asked, shrugging with her hands before turning to leave.
Y/N rolled her eyes as she turned the corner. She hated cops, but specifically the ones on Johnson’s crew. He used to be someone she was fond of until she found out about all of the injustice and corruption that he and his coworkers partook in.
“Fucking pig.”
———
After returning to the cafe, Y/N spent the next few hours writing and perfecting the article, making sure to explain the events that unfolded only hours before. She lost track of time, only leaving when the barista informed her that they’d be closing soon.
The streets were bustling with people celebrating the newfound freedom that came from The Collector’s imprisonment. She smiled at the lively crowds that gathered in the East Village, giggling at the people who decided to sport Spiderman masks. New York City was restored to its buoyant state.
She took the usual train home and walked a few blocks towards her apartment, opting to take a shortcut through the same alley she’d found Peter in.
The city’s sounds were muffled in the dark space; it was instead filled with the echo of her footsteps bouncing off of the dirty walls and rusty trash cans. She walked for a few minutes before realizing that she heard a second pair of footsteps behind hers. Taking a quick glance over her shoulder, she noticed the silhouette of a familiar skintight bodysuit.
“You’re that Daily Herald journalist,” The voice from earlier spoke. “Y/L/N, right?”
“Depends,” She adjusted her backpack as she turned to face him. “Who’s asking?”
She heard a breathy chuckle before he walked into the light, showing off his brilliant red suit.
“Just figured I’d say thank you. Before your column, most people saw me as a threat. But tonight.. I’ve never seen so many-”
“Fans?” She suggested.
“Well, I was going to say Spidermen in one place,” He chuckled once more. “But I like the sound of fans a lot better.”
She smiled. “Well, it’s no problem. I’m just writing the truth. It’s part of the job.”
“Is it part of the job to follow me around too?” He questioned.
“Oh, that? No, that’s just for fun,” She deadpanned before laughing. The man chuckled. “So did you really go through the trouble of finding out where I live just to thank me and ask if I was following you around?”
“Actually no. My main purpose of coming out here was to tell you to be careful,” He continued, making her furrow her brows. “Look, I don’t want you getting hurt on my behalf. Stop following me, alright?”
“And lose my job? Pass. But I appreciate the concern,” She turned to leave before a web blocked her path.
“I’m serious. Just-.. Be more careful. There have been lesser-known journalists that have died for less. If I see you in the middle of a fight again, I’ll have to web you to a wall or something,” He said sternly, making her smile.
“Web me to a wall?! No, please, Spiderman! I promise to stop following you around!” She cried out sarcastically. “How was that?”
“How was the acting or comedic presentation?”
“Both.”
“It was god awful,” He answered nonchalantly, making her chuckle. “What do I have to do to get you to stop following me?”
“Meet me here every night and tell me about your battles.”
“No way,” He protested. “Do you have any idea how much danger I put you in just by visiting tonight?”
She narrowed her eyes in thought before pulling her backpack off of her shoulder and taking out a small business card.
“Email me then,” She said, holding out the card. He looked down at her hand. “I can’t afford to lose this job. So it’s either this or I keep following you around.”
“You want me to report back to you after every battle?” He grumbled, looking back at her. She raised her brows, waving the card. He hesitantly took it. “Even the nightly patrols?”
“You do nightly patrols?” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t know that. But, yeah, that’d be ideal. If you can’t get around to it though, I’d settle for a weekly update.”
“Okay, deal,” He said after a brief moment of consideration. “You sure it won’t cause any tension between you and a boyfriend?”
“I’m sure he won’t mind, considering he’s nonexistent,” She smiled again before shrugging, choosing to ignore the inquisitive, flirtatious tone. “Currently too busy being caught up on someone I met once to fall for somebody new.”
Peter felt his breath hitch in his throat at the confession. She was talking about him. Not only that, but she rejected what she thought was another man because she liked him. He felt a hot blush graze his cheeks, grateful for the opportunity to be able to hide behind a mask as he heard that, and simply nodded.
“But I should probably get inside to finish up tomorrow’s story,” She continued. “If you could email me at least every Thursday so I have the weekend to work on an article, that’d be great.”
“Will do,” He said, not quite being able to wipe the smile off of his masked face as he watched her sling her backpack on again.
“Nice to finally meet you, Spidey,” She said before walking off, turning back to flash him that heart-melting smile before disappearing behind the corner. “I expect to hear about today’s fight!”
———
Peter smiled as he read the morning paper, reading a direct quote from the email he’d sent the previous night. He had to go to four different places to finally get The Times; the entirety of New York seemed to be carrying around, reading or talking about The Daily Herald.
“Hey, man,” His favorite coworker greeted as he walked into the laboratory’s downstairs cafeteria. “Ah, catching up on The Daily Herald, I see?”
“Hey. Yeah, me and everyone else it seems like,” Peter said, looking around at the people holding their phones or the paper, all reading or talking about the previous day’s events.
“Crazy fight, huh?” Caleb continued with a big grin, setting down his lunch and mimicking Spider-man’s web shooting stance. “I saw it in person! He was all Wa Pow and Ha Ya!”
“You didn’t see it, did you?”
“Not even a glimpse,” He smirked, taking his usual seat in front of him. “But that article was crazy, dude. Reading it made it feel like I was there. I think she even incorporated a Wa Pow in there and everything.”
“I see you didn’t skip out on your Adderall this morning,” Peter chuckled.
“Oh, fuck off,” Caleb laughed, before looking around at their coworkers in the cafeteria. “Feels like I stepped into some weird time portal. I don’t remember the last time I saw so many newspapers in one room.”
“Hey, I have a favor to ask,” Peter said, setting down the paper next to him and earning a hummed response from his friend. “You think you can cover for me for the rest of the day? There’s this girl that I really like and I found out that she-“
“If I say yes, will you spare me your love life details? I don’t need to know about another one of your casual hookups,” He sighed. Peter chuckled; he rarely ever had hookups. It was mostly an excuse to get out of work or other activities to go fight crime.
“It’s not a hookup, actually,” He corrected, making his friend’s jaw drop dramatically.
“You mean my horniest friend decided to put his trashy whore days behind him? Did you like suddenly become religious?” Caleb asked. “Oh my god… Are you dying?”
“What? No, I’m not dying,” Peter rolled his eyes. “Remember that girl I told you about? The one that patched me up after I got jumped?”
He might’ve stretched the truth a little on that too.
“Shut up. You’re actually gonna go back?” Grey leaned in, soaking in the gossip. “I knew you would! Yeah, I’ll cover for you. We’re waiting on a shipment so they’ll probably let us off early anyway.”
“Oh, dude, I owe you one!” Peter grinned before frantically gathering his things into his bag. “I could kiss you!”
Peter practically ran out of the building after he changed into his suit. He shot a web to a nearby skyscraper before launching himself into the air and heading towards the East Village. He stopped only a few blocks away from her building to change his clothes before walking up the familiar streets. He passed a small flower stand, leaving a twenty as he grabbed a set of purple flowers. “Keep the change!”
He finally made his way up to her apartment building, catching the door as someone exited and walking up the stairs to the fourth floor, stopping at the third apartment on the left.
This was it.
He took a deep breath, preparing something to say before he raised his hand up to her door to knock, only to be greeted with it flying open and a gasp.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Y/N yelped, holding her hand to her heart. She looked up at the man standing before her with a smile, holding the flowers up. Her features softly melted into an expression of amused disbelief. “.. Peter?”
“Hi,” He greeted softly.
“What are you doing here?” She furrowed her brows, a hint of a smile teasing at the corners of her lips. “Wait- how’d you get up here?”
“Caught the door as someone was leaving,” He pointed behind him, looking into her Y/E/C eyes that danced back and forth between his own. “Can I come in?”
“I, uh.. Yeah, yeah, come in,” She stepped aside, granting him access. “I only have about twenty minutes though, I have to catch a meeting.”
“Yeah, okay,” He nodded, looking into her ever-moving eyes.
“So… did you come here for something or..?” She shifted her weight uncomfortably in the silence.
“Yeah, I just.. Y/N, I’m so sorry for leaving that day,” He began, making her eyebrows raise in surprise. “Look, I know you must think I’m a dick for the way I left. I feel like a dick for leaving you hanging without so much as an explanation. And I’ll gladly give you one if you want, but I just wanted to apologize. Oh, and these are for you.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” She laughed as he handed them to her, lifting them up to her nose and taking in their scent. “I love lavender. Thank you. Let me put them in water, I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.”
He smiled and nodded before she walked away. He felt a shift in the way she looked and spoke to him. Not that he blamed her for it, he’d probably have his walls up too after his little disappearing stunt, but it was kind of heartbreaking to see the once warm and present gaze now a little colder and more distant. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, hoping he didn’t fuck things up past repair.
He took in the apartment, noticing the guitar that now sat outside of its case. She got a new set of candles and a different couch, but everything else remained the same. The warm scent of vanilla wafted through the air and the posters hung happily in their places. He took a seat on the couch as she came back into the room with two glasses of water.
“Thanks,” He smiled at her graciousness. She looked at him as if she was skeptical it was all a dream; he looked at her as if he never wanted to wake up.
“It’s comfy, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, taking a seat next to him and putting down her glass on the sturdy coffee table before shifting to look at him.
“Yeah. I like the green,” He asked, looking down at the velvet couch. “Does this one get stuck too?”
“No, that’s kind of the point of a new couch,” She teased. “That’s more of a DIY project called ‘my friends are drunk idiots’. I donated that old thing.”
“Ah,” He smiled before looking up at her. “Bummer.”
She raised her brows, giggling slightly at his flirtatious comment before looking over his shoulder at the clock. Her face fell slightly as her eyes settled on his once again.
“What?” He asked, following her gaze. “You have to leave?”
“I should leave soon, yeah. I have this important meeting with my boss. I should probably get my stuff together,” She pursed her lips, placing a sympathetic hand on his wrist and getting up.
“Oh, yeah,” He nodded, hiding his disappointment as he stood up. “No problem. I can just-”
“Peter, can I ask you a question?” She blurted out, turning towards him.
“Yeah, of course,” He nodded, sensing the shift of tone.
“What changed?” Her own disappointment was on display now.
“What changed? What do you mean?” He tilted his head slightly.
“Why are you here?” She furrowed her brows, watching as he took a deep breath. “I mean it’s been two weeks. Why today?”
“Honestly? I-.. I can’t stop thinking about you,” He admitted, chuckling nervously. “And I’ve tried to stop but.. Y/N, you’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up. I can’t get the thought of you out of my head throughout the day either; wondering what you’re doing or if you’re staying safe. I pick up The Times every morning to read your column. Hell, I can barely sleep knowing that your apartment is only a few stops away from mine. I guess I realized that maybe the reason I couldn’t stop thinking about you is because I don’t wanna stop. I just had to see you again.”
She smiled at his sweet confession and his nervous demeanor. He moved his hands frantically as he spoke, running them through his hair when he stumbled on words, his voice gently and nervously pleading for her forgiveness. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” He responded softly, glancing down to her lips quickly before looking back into her eyes. He swore he could melt on the spot when she looked at him like that.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either,” She took a step forward, making him let out a breathy chuckle of relief and excitement.
“Yeah?” He asked.
“Mhm,” She hummed slowly.
“And why’s that?” He took another step forward, closing the distance between them. His eyes locked onto her upturned lips.
“I think you know why,” She said softly, feeling him place his hand on her left hip.
“Maybe,” He whispered, now only mere centimeters from her face. She felt his hot breath rhythmically hit her top lip. “But I wanna hear you say it.”
“I like you, Peter,” She breathed, biting her lip. His name has never sounded so sweet. He smiled and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear before caressing her cheek. When his eyes made their way back to hers, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer; he leaned down and kissed her.
She was intoxicating. Her lips were softer than he imagined, and they moved in perfect harmony with his own, fitting flawlessly like the last piece of a puzzle. He felt her smile into the kiss before pulling him in closer to deepen it.
Never in his life had he felt a kiss like this one. The passion was electric, sending shock waves down his spine. He never believed in soulmates, not even after hearing the other Peter Parkers talk about their MJs, not even after he met his own. But this. This kiss, this moment, this woman; it all began to disprove his personal belief system.
He never believed in fate or destiny, but he wanted nothing more than for this, her, to be written in his future. It was no coincidence that in every realm of the universe, they were meant to find each other. He finally understood the gravitational pull she had on his mind; no matter how badly he fought against it, it was written in the stars. It was now beyond him.
“Mm, I really.. need to go,” She giggled in between kisses, only to be pulled back in by the delightfully dazed man she was entangled to. “Peter.. I’m serious.”
“Okay, okay,” He smiled dreamily as he pulled away. “Wait, one more.”
He leaned down and gently kissed her before they laughed against each other’s lips.
“What time are you free tonight?” He murmured, placing his forehead against her own.
“Well, unless Spiderman decides to get into some mischief, 7:00,” She smiled.
“I’ll personally see to it that he doesn’t,” He half-joked, making her chuckle as she pulled away to grab her purse. “Can I take you out to dinner?”
“Depends,” She smirked, opening her door. He followed behind her and walked towards the elevator. “Where were you thinking?”
“Either my favorite place or yours,” He responded as she pressed the button to go down. She smiled as he pulled her in by the hips. “What’re you up for? Chinese or that diner you were telling me about?”
“Chinese actually sounds heavenly,” She threw her head back in desire, making him laugh.
“Chinese it is,” He nodded as the elevator door opened. She hesitantly pulled away before he gently grabbed her wrist and guided her back into him, kissing her softly one final time. “I’ll be here at 7:00.”
“It’s a date,” She smiled before they walked out of the building and went their separate ways, smiling like idiots with a seemingly everlasting blush that lingered on their cheeks for the rest of the afternoon.
SUMMARY: Takes place after Peter returned from the multiverse. Though he survived New City’s newest villain, he felt the weight of the life claimed. In the midst of a breakdown, he meets a young woman who offers her assistance.
TW: none really? cursing
WORD COUNT: 6500
The only sound down the dark alleyway was that of an offbeat pair of footsteps. They echoed as he limped home in the soft, cool Autumn wind. Having survived the battle meant nothing to him knowing that someone didn’t get so lucky. His thoughts circulated like a storm in his mind; quick, loud, unavoidable. So much so that the typical New York City ambience was drowned out by his anxiety ridden mind and the sound of his limp.
His ribs throbbed from the bleeding gash that now decorated them. A deep breath sat at the forefront of his mind, teasing him with the relief of the mindful action. It was, however, impossible with the injuries to his chest and the impending panic attack that loomed above him.
A child was the newest victim of New York’s newest enemy. The city named him The Collector, seeing as he always took something from his victims. He used a device on his wrist to freeze everyone around him. Everyone except for Peter. He watched as he grabbed a little boy. He watched the fear of his mother, terrorized by the sight, forced to watch because of the temporary paralysis. Peter fought. And he failed.
It had been years since anyone has terrorized the city in this way. It had been years since he needed to suit up for anything other than his nightly patrol. Even then, he only needed to fight off common criminals and saving the people of New York. Not long after Gwen died, the city’s overwhelming chaos and villains did too.
He missed those days.
He missed her.
Tap tap… Tap tap… Tap tap…
The soft sound of his limp was deafening. It sounded like a line from a dreary blank verse poem; one of war, loss, and heartbreak. It was evidence of the failed mission. He grunted, trying desperately to correct the limp to no avail.
The sounded echoed is his mind. It was a sick reminder of the night’s previous events; of the fact that his best effort no longer being as effective as it once was.
His thoughts now swelled like the dark clouds of a storm; the wind deafening. His surroundings disappeared into the anxiety induced tunnel vision. He finally let out a frustrated scream as he fell to his knees. He felt the weight of the child’s life, the weight of the mother’s scream fall onto him. He openly sobbed at the bitter memory.
In the midst of his cries, he failed to hear the woman above him open up her window and step onto the fire escape.
“Are you okay?” She spoke up hesitantly. He looked up to see her climbing down the fire escape. He wiped his tears as she landed on the floor and walked over to him. She looked at the broken man in front of her and looked down in concern; his eyes refused to meet her own. “Should I call an ambulance?”
“No,” He grumbled. “I can’t afford to go to the hospital. I’m fine. It looked worse than it is.”
A silence fell upon the two of them. He was grateful he changed into his regular clothes beforehand, not wanting to be seen in this state as Spiderman. The adrenaline that aided him in the process was now completely drained from his body.
She shifted and grabbed her backpack to pull something out. He kept his gaze on her hands, skeptical of the stranger before him.
She smiled, handing him a bottle of water. He furrowed his brows and looked up. That’s when he caught a glimpse of her beautiful features. Her warm gaze felt like the sun after a weeklong storm; relieving, happy, bright. His breath hitched out of sheer surprise; her beauty was unique and magnetic. He looked down at the bottle and gently grabbed it from her hand.
“I’d offer you an alcoholic drink but you don’t look like you’re in any condition to handle dehydration,” She continued to speak softly, as if trying not to spook him. He sensed a genuine kindness. “I worked as a CNA to get me through college. I’m pretty good with stitches if you want me to-”
“Didn’t your mom never teach you not to talk to strangers?” Peter mumbled as he opened the bottle to take a sip. He wanted nothing more than to be left alone, regardless of how melodic her voice was or how sweet her doe eyed gaze was.
“She didn’t get the chance to,” The stranger shrugged. This caught his attention; he slowly lowered the bottle from his lips as she continued to talk. “She died when I when I was young. My dad, on the other hand, taught me several lessons. Keeping my ass off of the New York City concrete was one of them. You would not believe the amount of times I’ve seen someone puke in that exact spot.”
His face twisted up in disgust as he looked down. Sure enough, the patch of pavement he sat on was stained a questionable color. She giggled and extended her arm towards him to help me up.
“Gross,” He muttered, as he took her hand. “Ignorance is bliss sometimes. Thank you for that.”
“It got you off the floor, didn’t it?” She smirked. He smiled halfheartedly and shrugged. “Um.. so I’m sure your mom taught you not to go home with a stranger, but can I take you up to my apartment and patch you up?”
He hesitated, looking into her eyes. It was too dark to see exactly what color they were but light enough to see the concern on her face. He sighed before nodding. She perked up slightly before reaching for his arm. She began slowly lifting it to wrap around her shoulder, wanting to ease his limp as his crutch.
“Wait, wait,” He said quickly. She froze, looking at him with wide eyes. “Other side, I don’t think I can lift this arm.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” She winced, moving to his other side. She repeated the motion, and let him share his weight in order to walk him into the building and the old elevator. They walked in silence until they reached the fourth floor. The elevator dinged and she guided him to the third apartment on the left. He watched as she fumbled with your keys a bit before finally opening the door. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
He looked around at his surroundings. The apartment was small but it was charming nonetheless. She had candles burning on the coffee table and vintage art covering the walls. He heard a soft tune playing from the record player in the corner of the room and recognized it; it was as if the lyrics were on the top of his tongue. The quaint ambience of the living room was relaxing. He was surprised he hasn’t felt a sense of danger. If anything, his senses were telling him the opposite; this felt like a safe haven.
He watched as she paced around her apartment, gathering different little medical tools into a bag until she finally plopped down on the sturdy coffee table in front of him.
“I’m gonna cut your shirt off,” She said nonchalantly. His brows furrowed uncomfortably. “You bled through it so I’m assuming I should start there. Or you can lift your arms up to take it off yourself. But I assume that’s not an option so..”
She picked up the scissors and snipped at the air with a facetious smile. He fought back one of his own. Her sweet demeanor was a nice change of pace; it was rare in this city. He hated to admit it to himself, especially after the awful events that happened not even an hour before, but he was utterly intrigued by this woman. She was unlike anyone he’s ever met before.
He pressed his tongue against his cheek, accepting the challenge. She raised her brows and sat back, knowing that it would be nearly impossible to do with the amount of blood on his shirt. He went to lift his arms and hissed in pain, clenching his eyes. When he opened them, he caught her already looking him in the eye with an amused smile.
“You must really like that shirt,” She teased, making him smile slightly. Something about the way she said that reminded him of Gwen. “Do I have your permission to cut it off now?“
He nodded and she got to work. He watched as she cut away carefully. Once she successfully peeled his shirt off, he noticed a small blush arise on her cheeks at the sight of him. He couldn’t help but smile, raising his eyebrows when she looked up at him. She cleared her throat with a small smile of her own before turning away to grab the small medical bag beside her.
Peter found it hard to look away. She wasn’t trying to flirt, but the subconscious coy smile that decorated her features made her irresistible. She played her embarrassment off well, making him even doubt the hint of attraction she just displayed.
“This is going to hurt a little bit,” Her eyes finally met his again. He nodded.
“I think I can candle a little bit of- FUCKEN HELL OW?!” He hissed as the alcohol hit his gash. She scrunched her nose and muttered an apology. “A little bit?!”
“Ahh, I know, I know. I’m sorry! Almost done,” She squinted her eyes with sympathy before finishing off disinfecting the wound to the best of her ability. He sighed in relief when he saw her lean back, watching as she dug through the small bag again.
The woman gathered the materials needed to stitch up the wound, feeling his gaze burn into her as she picked out the respective instruments. She looked up to see that his warm, brown eyes danced all over her face. It was as if he would be forced to draw her features from memory. She couldn’t recall the last time someone had looked at her like that.
“Stop that,” She ordered, looking at him through her eyelashes for a split second before she adjusted herself near the wound. She steadied to hands to begin the procedure.
“Stop what?” He chuckled. His laugh was soft and boyish, making her chuckle and look up at him.
“The staring,” She said as sternly as she could, not quite being able to shake the same coy smile from earlier.
“Ah. I’m sorry,” Peter grinned, looking up. She chuckled at his exaggerated movement before positioning herself once again. She took a breath, glancing up only to catch his eyes on her. He attempted to play it off by looking away.
“I’m serious! I can’t focus with you looking at me like that,” She shook her head, not bothering to move from the perfect position she attained.
“Yeah, no, that was my bad. Sorry,” He drew in his bottom lip in an attempt to stop smiling. His eyes began roaming the room once again, taking in details he hadn’t spotted on first glance. The wall opposite of him was decorated neatly with several small posters; her favorite bands and artists. His lips parted at the sight, taken aback at the similarity in his own music taste. He began listening to the music playing from your record player, it was something he’d never heard before but right up his ally. “I like this song. Who’s playing?”
“Oh, uh, my old band. I played guitar for them throughout high school and part of college. What you’re hearing is our third album I think,” She recalled nonchalantly. He looked at her with wide eyes. “Wait, stop moving. I’m almost done.”
“You expect me not to move after you told me that you’re in a band? That’s so cool!” Peter beamed, making her giggle. “What did you play?”
“Guitar,” She mumbled as she focused on the project at hand. She paused every once and a while to look up and him and further explain. He found himself longing for those beautiful eyes to meet his when she looked back at his ribs; missing them the way one would miss water in a state of dehydration. “We never went anywhere with it though. It kinda just for shits and giggles. We’d play at nightclubs and small venues. But we all hated the idea of becoming famous so we kept it pretty lowkey. I’d hate to be in the public eye. Seems like a lot of pressure.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” He mumbled, making a face. He knew all too well how much pressure it could be. “Did you ever sing?”
“Sometimes,” She mindlessly shared as she finished up the stitches. “Every blue moon, our lead singer would get sick so I’d step in. But I’ve always hated singing in front of people. I honestly don’t know how he did it. He was damn good at it too. He had this personality that completely captivated the audience and this voice that gave us the most unique edge.”
“I can hear that,” He nodded, listening to the soft rock play in the background. A comfortable silence fell upon the two as they listened to the song.
“All done,” She perked up, tossing the tools into a plastic bag. “Are your legs alright? No cuts?”
“You want me to take off my pants too?” Peter raised his brow, making her fumble with the bag in her hand.
“What? No! I mean, not like that. I wouldn’t ask you to-.. You want to borrow a shirt? Let me get you a shirt,” She stuttered, getting up and rushing off as quickly as she spoke. He refrained from laughing as he watched her disappear into what he assumed was her room. “Is a t-shirt alright?!” She called after a moment.
“Yeah, that’s fine!” He spoke up, admiring the room once more. There was a beautiful tapestry to his left and a small TV in front of it. He saw two guitar cases on the floor and smiled at the thought of her playing the instruments inside of them. In front of him, the coffee table was scattered with guitar picks, strings, and music that she’d been writing.
He felt his body healing already; one of the perks of a radioactive spider bite. He leaned forward, wincing a bit as he reached for a piece of music. He couldn’t understand the notes but he found himself in awe of the lyrics. It was about war, loss, and heartbreak. He blinked away the shock, sensing her standing at the doorway.
“I’m not nearly as musical as I seem,” Her soft voice commented, walking towards him to hand him a black t-shirt. He smiled and gently took the shirt from her hands, grazing them ever so slightly as he did. She paused for a second, trying to conceal the fact that her head was spinning at the touch. “I, uh, had one of my old bandmates come over this morning. We were just messing around with this stuff. Before today, I actually hadn’t played in like.. Pft, eight months now?”
“And here I was thinking you were cool,” He teased, making her let out a breathy chuckle. He carefully put on the oversized t-shirt, only now seeing a familiar yellow smiley face. “Okay, I revoke that comment. You like Nirvana?”
“My dad was a big fan of theirs. He actually went to so many of their shows that Kurt knew him by name,” She chuckled. “So when my mom got pregnant, my dad asked the band what my middle name should be. The story goes that they all sat in silence for a minute, watching my dad take a drag off a joint they were all sharing in an alleyway. Then Kurt smiled and said Mary Jane. So my name’s Y/N Mary Jane Y/L/N.”
“M-Mary Jane?” Peter’s breath got caught in his throat. You furrowed your brows.
“Yeah?” You chuckled, taking a seat in front of him again. “My stage name was MJ because I thought it was much cooler than Y/N.“
“Huh,” He mumbled. His mind began racing with thoughts; the experience he had in the multiverse and the other Peters’ lovers. If she was MJ- his MJ, it’d explain the spark; the magnetic and unavoidable chemistry between the two. That would explain why her personality felt like it was made for his and why her presence felt so safe. They were meant for one another; in this life and millions before, during, and after.
“You’ve got a cut on your brow,” Y/N squinted, leaning in to look at the cut. His breath hitched in his throat once more; the faint scent of her shampoo wafted past him. “Want me to start there or on your leg? Because I think your knee is bleeding.“
“I-..” He muttered. How was he supposed to act knowing he was meant to be hers? How was he meant to act casually knowing that a future was already decided on by the fates? His mind raced at the speed of light; far too fast for him to utter a sentence, let alone keep up a conversation. It wasn’t until he saw Y/N’s head tilt slightly that he realized he was gawking. “Legs.”
“Yeah, I can do..” She trailed off. “Are you okay? Do you have a concussion?”
Before he got the chance to respond, she was flashing a small light at his eyes to check.
“I’m fine,” He chuckled.
“What’s your name?” She questioned skeptically as she put the light down.
“Peter,” He smiled. “Peter Parker.”
“What year were you born?”
“1995.”
“Where are you from, Peter Parker?”
“Queens. Want my social security while we’re at it?” He responded, making her roll her eyes.
His name never sounded so sweet before. He liked the way her lips moved as she said his name, it was as if she couldn’t say it without a smile. He especially liked the way her voice slightly jumped up in pitch when she said the first syllable of each word; Peter Parker.
“Okay, smart ass,” She shook her head, putting away the small collection of medical equipment. “You want my help or not?”
“Yes!” He said a little too quickly. Though she only glanced up for a split second, he still spotted the smug look that now painted her face. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m in rapid fire interrogation mode.”
“Right,” She dragged out the word, making him blush slightly as he let out another small chuckle. “Okay, wanna take off your pants so I can have a look at that knee?”
Peter licked his lips, holding back another audacious remark. He began to unbutton his jeans, pausing when he realized Y/N didn’t bother to go to the next room. He simply raised his brows. She looked up from cleaning up the area surrounding her.
“What? Want me to cover my eyes?” She smiled, placing her delicate hands on her face to hide behind them. He chuckled before taking off his shoes and pants, throwing them onto his bag when he was done. He looked down at his underwear and silently thanked his past self for deciding to wear a pair of boxer briefs under his suit today.
“Damn, Parker. Are you taking off your pants or sewing new ones?“ Y/N groaned, slouching for that she could rest her elbows on her thighs.
“I’m done, I’m done,” He chuckled as he sat back down in front of her. She peaked behind her fingers before looking down at his knee. A deep scrape adorned Peter’s leg, a bruise already teasing at the surface around it.
“Shit,” She whispered before looking up at him. “You really got the shit beaten out of you, huh?”
“You have no idea,” He chuckled dryly, looking down. She got the memo and changed the subject.
“This isn’t as bad as your ribs. I think we might be able to get away with cleaning it and wrapping it in gauze,” She said before moving on. Just as the sensation of the alcohol burned into the wound, she found herself empathetically scrunching her nose at the sound of Peter’s groan. “I know, I know. That’s the worst of it, I promise. It’s been a while since I’ve had to do this for someone outside of the hospital setting. I used to have to patch my brother up all of the time as kids. I know a thing or two about patching up the underdog.”
“What makes you think I’m the underdog?” Peter smiled. She giggled softly as she reached back for something. He paid no mind to the object in her small hands; he was utterly captivated by the way she spoke and carried on conversation. Something about it all felt so familiar to him.
“I don’t know,” She shrugged, placing the gauze onto the wound carefully. He noticed the fact that she no longer minded his gaze. In fact, she looked up with every other word to catch glimpse of it. “You don’t give me bad guy vibes.”
“Oh yeah?” He chuckled. “What if I told you was the baddest of all guys?”
“I’d call bullshit,” She deadpanned and motioned over to his backpack with her head. “Bad guys don’t decorate their backpacks with enamel pins.”
“Oh,” He felt his cheeks warm at sight of the SK8R CAT pin he’d recently added to the small collection of dorky pins that adorned the old bag. She let out a breathy chuckle at his reaction. Dear god, that laugh was intoxicating.
“So why’d you stop playing guitar?” He asked lightheartedly, expecting the woman in front of him to light up at the chance to talk about her obvious passion. Much to his surprise, her face fell and hands paused. It took her aback. “Oh shit. I don’t mean to pry-“
“No, no, it’s fine,” She responded quickly before flashing him a small smile. “I just wasn’t expecting the question is all.. Uh, my brother was our lead singer and he died last year. He got into this huge car crash on the way back from my college graduation. After that, the band unanimously decided to put those days behind us. It just wasn’t the same without his vocals, you know? We played one last time at our drummer and bassist’s wedding.”
“I’m so sorry,” He muttered after a moment of silence. He watched Y/N shrug, keeping her eyes down as she finished up the wrapping. “I mean I don’t think I can really relate to the pain of losing a sibling but losing people you love is just..”
“Fucking awful, huh?” She finished, smiling softly as she finally looked back into his eyes. He raised his brows and nodded. “It’s like your whole world crashes and burns yet everyone still goes on. You hate how the real world just continues and refuses to stop to grieve with you. Then you grow to appreciate it being one constant in your life; the city. The sirens and yelling have become this sort of.. comforting white noise that I can’t sleep without? I don’t know.”
“Yeah, no, I actually get that,” He sighed, readjusting slowly into the couch. “I lost both of my parents as a kid and went to live with my aunt and uncle. I got into an argument with them as a teenager and Uncle Ben went looking for me. He got killed that night. Right in front of me actually. I don’t know how I would’ve gotten over it had it not been for my girlfriend.”
“Jesus Christ..” She breathed, feeling her heart sink at the confession. “Peter, I am so sorry. I can’t even imagine.”
“Oh, it was almost ten years ago now. Gwen really helped me process the pain,” He shrugged. “It really helps to have a support system.”
“Is Gwen available for weekly coffee talks?” She smiled. “She sounds incredible.”
“She really was,” He responded softly. Her lips parted, feeling a sinking feeling in her stomach once again. She placed a reassuring hand on his own and squeezed. It took him aback, her touch.
“I’m sorry,” She whispered. She didn’t let her hand linger for too long to his dismay. Though her hands were cold, her touch warmed him to the bone. It was soothing. The fact that she reached for his hand wasn’t what surprised him; it was the comfort that came with it. “Tell you what, let me clean your face up a bit and then I’ll make us some tea. Nothing like trauma dumping over a cup of chamomile tea.”
“Deal,” He nodded, still thinking about the electric touch.
He normally felt a pang of guilt at the thought of moving on from Gwen, shutting down any feeling towards another person. In his past relationships, it was a mental block that ultimately resulted in a breakup. Maybe it was the fact that she would’ve liked Y/N or that it was simply meant to be; but he didn’t feel anything other than a sense of comfort at the thought of being with the woman in front of him.
He couldn’t believe how organic her touch felt or how naturally their personalities blended with one another. Peter could practically felt the universe pushing them together. He was utterly captivated by this woman; the way she spoke, the way she moved. All he wanted was to get to know her in her entirety. He knew this longing all too well. He felt it with Gwen, but it was different with her.
“Ow!” He hissed as she pressed a small alcohol wipe into his brow. “What happened to a warning?”
“I didn’t think you needed one if you literally saw me coming at you with this wipe,” Y/N giggled.
It was only then he realized how close she was. He could feel her warm breath on his nose as she hovered above him. It was electric, the chemistry. Judging by the way her eyes kept wandering to his own, she felt it too.
“All done,” She smiled, pulling away to collect her small mess. He watched intently as she quickly cleaned up before finally getting up to go to the kitchen. “Chamomile alright?”
“Yeah, um, yeah that sounds great actually,” He smiled. “Do you need help with anything?”
“No, I just need you to sit still and heal,” She responded. He lost sight of her as she disappeared behind a wall. “Do you wanna stay the night? This couch pulls out and it’s pretty comfortable. I’d hate to see you walk home in your condition.”
“Oh, I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” He shook his head before grunting as he got up, disobeying her orders; Peter found himself drawn to her. Greater forces were working and it felt as if he had no control over his body. It longed to be in her presence.
“I thought I told you to sit,” Y/N chuckled as she looked over her shoulder to see his silhouette in the doorway. She paused what she was doing to continue the conversation. “And you wouldn’t be. Your welcome expires at 8:00 AM. I have a meeting.”
“A meeting,” He repeated, leaning against the cursed wall that separated them only moment before. “Sounds very professional.”
“It is!” She grinned proudly, turning back around to continue making the promises tea. “I’m a journalist. My boss put me on this Spiderman project a while back.”
“Oh?” Peter asked cautiously. He’d been so caught up in her world that he’d forgotten his reality.
“I’m actually really excited,” She admitted, turning to look at him every so often. “The Daily Bugle has been spreading hate on Spiderman and convincing people that he’s some menace to society. I mean it would take an actual idiot not to see that he’s a hero. Anyways, I have a New York Times column called The Daily Herald dedicated to debunk everything Jameson says.“
“You’re kidding,” Peter deadpanned. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly was not that. It must’ve been a universal MJ trait, rooting for Spiderman.
“Ew, don’t tell me you actually side with that asshole!” She scrunched her nose, making him laugh at the irony.
“No! No! Not at all, I’m just shocked. That’s a pretty cool job is all,” He responded. “What’s the meeting about tomorrow?”
“He saved a little boy today. Everyone thought he was dead but the kiddo pulled through. He’s expected to make a full recovery. I’m interviewing his mother,” Y/N said casually as she grabbed the tea from her cabinet.
“He survived?!” Peter pushed off of the wall with wide eyes.
“Yeah,” She said, turning around to look at him. His tone demanded her attention. “I was shocked too. He-”
“Wait, I’m sorry. The little boy that was held in the air and thrown to the side by The Collector? That kid is the one who survived?!” He questioned, taking a step forward in excitement.
“That’s the one,” She said slowly, narrowing her eyes at his urgent curiosity. She caught a glimpse of his grin before he turned around to go lean on the wall again. A smile of relief. A smile of someone who knew the child.. or of someone who tried to save him. “Huh..”
“What?” He asked, seeing her face change into one of deep thought.
“Oh, nothing,” She pushed the thought away. It was crazy. This dorky, sweet man couldn’t be.. “Just.. It’s nothing. Can you please just go sit down? I don’t know if those stitches can withstand all of this excitement.”
He nodded slowly, wondering what just went through her mind. He hesitated before walking back to the couch. It was only a few moments later that MJ walked in with two cups of tea. He smiled at the one in her left hand.
“Careful, it’s hot,” She mumbled, setting his cup on the table. His eyebrows shot up at the Spiderman mug that was placed in front of him.
“You even have Spiderman merch?” He giggled, picking up the mug to further examine it.
“Okay, before I look like some obsessed fan, let me explain,” She laughed, blushing at his playfulness. “My best friend bought me that when I scored the job. Stop laughing! I mean it’s a small chunky cartoon version of Spiderman! Isn’t it cute?”
“Very cute,” He chuckled, not taking his eyes off of her as she relentlessly defended the cup in his hand. She smiled as she sat down with a mug that read WE ARE HAPPY TO SERVE YOU. “Is there a story behind that mug too?”
“I went to this diner with my brother a couple years ago and said they had cute cups so the idiot decided to steal one,” She smiled, looking at the cup. “Best diner in the city! I’ll have to take you there sometime.”
Peter looked down and chuckled softly. She said it so casually, as if they hadn’t just met an hour prior. The sense of familiarity was mutual. She smiled as she set her brother’s mug down before turning her body to face Peter.
“Thanks for letting me stay the night,” He mirrored her motions. “It’s not every day that I’m exposed to a kindness. It seems like a rarity in this city.”
“Yeah, the people here kinda suck,” She said nonchalantly. Another laugh escaped from his lips. “But it can be nice though. There’s this sense of anonymity, you know? You’re just a number and you can be whoever you want to be.”
“Yeah, definitely. Lonely but nice at times,” He nodded.
“God, it can be so fucking lonely,” She breathed out.
The two got lost in an organic conversation, talking as though they were lifelong friends. She spoke fondly of her childhood, giggling at the memories of her rambunctious brother. He spoke of his adolescence, recalling simpler times with his uncle and Gwen. They kept the chat platonic; besides the teasing and longing looks.
He liked making her blush. It arose to her cheeks the same way the morning sun set; slowly, subtly at first and then all at once. She covered her face with her hands and giggled when she felt it coming on, which baffled Peter. He couldn’t fathom why she would hide such a beautiful face.
The tea was long gone by the time she finally glanced over her shoulder to look at the time. “Oh my god. It’s a lot later that I thought it was. I should probably set up this couch for you.“
“Here, let me help,” Peter offered, getting up to follow through with the promise.
“No, no, no,” She frowned, grabbing his shoulders to gently move him out of the way. It was the first time he stood up straight; he was taller than she imagined. “You just stand here. I don’t want you to tear your stitches that I worked oh-so hard on.”
“Yes ma’am,” He tried to match her stern tone. She playfully rolled her eyes before methodically placing the couch cushions in the corner of the room. He watched her intently with soft eyes. She entranced him with the way she moved. Everything from how her hips swayed to how she gripped the cushions; he observed with eager attention, similar to the way one does when they watch their favorite movie for the first time. He almost didn’t realize that she was struggling to open the futon. “Y/N. You sure you don’t need help?”
She looked up and huffed in defeat, her hair strung amuck.
“So, here’s the thing,” Y/N sighed, standing back up. “I kind of forgot that my friends broke this thing last weekend. I’ve been meaning to get it fixed, but it won’t open. Just take my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“I’m not taking your bed,” He grinned at the absurdity. “I’ll take the couch if you fold it back up.”
“Right. Um,” She hesitated, looking back down at the couch. “I’ll just..”
“You can’t get it to fold up again, can you?”
“Peter, please. Do I look like a complete imbecile? I’ve got this all under control,” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Take the bed. I’ll get this sorted out.”
“I’ll take the bed if you sort it all out in front of me,” He smirked. She pursed her lips.
“Okay! So I can’t get it to fold up again,” She groaned. “I forgot it took three of us to push it back into place last time. I’ll take the floor.”
“No way!” He laughed again.
“Okay.. Then we can sleep together,” She sighed, only realizing how that sounded at the sound of his chuckle. “You know what I mean! Like share the same bed.”
“I’m okay with that,” He responded, feeling his heart speed up at the simple thought of falling asleep next to you.
“Okay,” She nodded, hesitating to walk him to her room. “You’re not like.. secretly a pervert, are you?”
“What?!” Peter laughed. “No, of course not!”
“Okay, I didn’t think so but I just had to ask,” She giggled, walking towards her room. He followed close behind, stopping in his tracks when she paused in the doorway. “Wanna borrow some pajama pants? Or do you prefer to sleep in those tighty whiteys?”
Peter looked down at his white boxer briefs, his jaw dropping offensively. She laughed as she turned back around again and walked towards a small dresser.
“These are not tighty whiteys!” He argued as he followed her into the room. It was incredibly small, but charming nevertheless. She had a bookshelf filled with old books and decorated the walls with vintage paintings. A soft white light lit up the room, giving the room a golden glow. He was surprised at how at home he felt in her apartment. Or maybe it was just the fact that she was there.
“That’s exactly what someone in tighty whiteys would say,” She teased, digging through your closet before tossing him a pair of Star Wars pant bottoms.
“I don’t know what’s worse; tighty whiteys or Star Wars pajamas,” He bit back playfully, slipping into the soft pants. They were obviously meant for men, far too big for her to wear. He hadn’t even thought of the idea that she might be taken; maybe these belonged to a boyfriend. He refrained from asking the question, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
“So admit it? They’re tighty whiteys?” She laughed, grabbing an old t-shirt and shorts. “And don’t blame me for the nerdy PJs. My brother left them here for whenever he needed to stay the night. He was such a geek. I mean the man was super into math and science and Star Wars.”
“What’s wrong with math and science and Star Wars?” Peter raised a brow as she walked towards the door. She smiled.
“Math is hard. Science is complicated. And Star Wars is beyond bo-“
“Please don’t finish that sentence with boring. You’re actually breaking my heart right now,” He frowned, making her throw her head back in laughter.
“Be right back,” She replied, disappearing behind the door. Peter decided to lie down under the sheets. Once he got comfortable, he looked around at the paintings, admiring the beauty in them. She didn’t strike him as a romantic but the art said otherwise. Quite a few of them were of couples doing mundane things such as walking in the park holding hands or dancing in the kitchen.
“What are you smiling about?” She asked, coming back in wearing the clothes that previously dangled from her arm. He looked over at her for a moment before motioning to the pictures with his head. “Oh, they’re really cool right? I like to go thrifting for vintage pieces. My latest purchase was that old film camera on my bookshelves. I’ve been meaning to fix up for a while now.”
“I might be able to fix it up for you,” He offered as she walked to the other side of the bed. “I love messing with old cameras actually.”
“I might actually have to take you up on that,” She yawned, getting under the covers. Peter bit his lip, resisting the urge to smile. This moment somehow felt like it could be in one of her paintings; a seemingly mundane moment shared by two strangers. One of which was allowing himself to fall for the woman next to him. “Anyways, I’m gonna turn off the light. Feel free to stay as long as you want tomorrow. If you’re not busy, maybe we can grab lunch after my meeting?”
She sounded nervous, as if she had been pondering asking him that for a while. Planning out how to word it and when to say it. He looked over and smiled.
“Only if it’s at that diner you were talking about earlier,” He agreed, speaking in a soft voice. She grinned.
