Catch Me If You Can (Peter Parker x Reader)
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 wasnât 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 âgot an internship in the Stark Industriesâ. 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.
â(Y/N)!â Peterâs screaming made me jump in fear, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I turned to face him as he rushed in front of me. âWhat is going on? What is so urgent you wanted to meet here, in the middle of the night?â His voice reflecting his anger.
âI-I have to tell you something.â Ask you something. Ask! Why am I so nervous?
âWhat? What is it?â
âI know.â I was only capable of saying those two words. Even though I had this conversation practiced in my head a dozen times, I couldnât help but be nervous.
âWhat? Know what?â He chuckled nervously, making me more confident of myself.
âI know Peter! So-so you better explain yourself before I-â
â(Y/N)! You know what? Just tell me!â
âWhy you sneak out at night, why you always ditch me, have scarves all over you, a-and whenever youâre gone stuff, you know, happens! I am not an idiot.â
I saw the shock in his eyes as his mouth opened, no word coming out.
âY-you, I donât know what youâre saying. I have no clue. Zero, like-like none, you know what-â
âPeter! Just admit it.â
âAdmit what? Youâre freaking me the hell out.â He said, trying to act all cool.
âAdmit who you are.â
âWeâve been friends since elementary school, donât you kn-â
âPeter!â I shouted again. âI know youâre Spider-Man.â
âW-what? I-Iâm not Spider-Man! What the hell?â He said, laughing nervously again.
âOh youâre not?â I asked sarcastically.
âOf course not!â
âSo youâre doing all those things becaausseee?â
âThe Stark Internship! Iâve been saying- Do you even ever listen to me?â
âOh, yeah, right, that! Why couldnât I think of that! So what do you do in this âinternshipâ?â
â(Y/N), you sound so crazy right know.â
âC-crazy? Me?â I took a few steps back, running my hands through my hair. I was freaking the hell out.
âYeah you! You know what, Iâll prove it to you. Show you where I work, introduce you-â
âP-prove it to me?â 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.
âYes! How about tomorrow? I promise.â
I didnât 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. âPeter, youâre telling me youâre not...â
âNot Spider-Man!â
I took a few more steps towards the edge.
â(Y/N) What are you-â
âSo that would mean...â I looked down at the ground again before looking at him over my shoulder.
âYou couldnât do anything, you know, if I happened to slip and-â
âNo no no no I donât like where this is going.â He walked towards me, there were still a long distance between us.
âSo if I jump,â I stepped on the sides.
â...You couldnât catch me.â
âYou are being insane! Get back down, please!â
âNot until you tell me who you are.â
He walked towards me, âN-no! Come any closer and Iâll jump.â
âOkay, okay!â He stopped, holding his hands up in the air. âJust please, for the love of god, get down from there.â
âPeter, admit it.â I said, my voice more confident. I knew no matter what, he could catch me. He was Spider-Man.
âI-I...(Y/N) I AM NOT SPIDER-MAN!â
âWell, I guess, I am going to die...â I took one more step. And that was it, there was no more space left.
âGet down there, please! I. AM. NOT. SPIDER-MAN.â
I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest. I heard him talking, but I wasnât 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 couldnât function what was happening. I opened my eyes when my feet touched the ground.
âOh my god.â I breathed out as I looked at him. We were safe on the ground.
âAre you okay?â He asked as he held my face, looking into my eyes.
âY-yes. I knew it.â
He wrapped his arms around me. âDonât ever do that again. You scared the living shit out of me.â
I closed my eyes as I hugged his neck. âItâs okay. I knew you would catch me.â

















