Swim - chapter 1
A/N: ayyyy finally getting into it! And finally some interactions with spiderman!
Warning- none ^^
Paring- Peter Parker x stark!reader
Type: fluff
Word count: 3.7k
The train wheels shriek loudly, making you cringe at the horrible noice as it was coming to a halt. And as soon as the doors opened many passengers rushed to get out and or in the small cart. Squeezing yourself through them, desperately reaching to the open air and away from the many strange smells of the subway as much as you could.
You stopped just a bit before the exit, it felt like nerves were coming to attack your pitiful mind as you stared through the silver fence at the football field. How you “missed” this place.
Making your way down the metal stairs you glanced at the facility next to you, red bricked prison with white trimming. Honestly you could never figure out how can anyone miss high school, were they living in some derange musical version of it?!
Students walking towards it like sheep, some kids already managing to get pushed around by some assholes. The green grass field was incredible fake, like most people who went here.
The slight noise of steps crossed your music rudely as your y/e/c eyes darted all around, scanning the familiarity of hell.
Many squeals and cheering invaded your private space when a bunch of girls were to meet after a weekend or something.
Rolling your eyes at their exaggerated behavior, you didn’t bother to stop yourself from seeing them as a fake illusions of what they call friendship.
Mostly because you knew exactly what they said about each other, being quiet pays off in gossip sometimes.
You couldn’t help but groan at the sight of the football team, wearing their school spirit shirts and howling in the halls for some reason.
Making your way down the hall to your usual locker, from time to time stealing glances from fellow students who, as usual, didn’t care to smile or wave.
Hey, at least you could appreciate the fact they didn’t try to be fake with you.
But Yes, you had no friends.
You aren’t going to deny it, you were a loner. It started as a choice when you came back to elementary school after a long time off, pushing away people who wanted to care. And now it was forced, people knowing about your abilities to fight and short temper, avoided you by any chance they can.
The hall was well decorated, sort of.
A lot of bright hand made sings hanging from the wall, most of them were for clubs and just a bit were about school spirit.
You passed down one the golden trophy cabinets, filled with pictures of superstars jocks and cheerleaders, a lot of science golden statues. The decathlon team all huddled up into a group picture, the guy you hated grinning with an arrogant smile holding the golden award as if he won a freaking noble prize, you rolled your eyes in annoyance
‘God i hate rich people’
As you fiddled with the lock, desperately trying not to get angry and punch your way in, your surroundings seemed to get packed by the second.
The smell of cheap, over applied aux cologne and sweat roamed down the the hall already.
You felt your heart beat fasten staring ahead into the empty locker. The amount of voices that got through your headphones made you nervous, the screaming reminding you a different night and every clap making your heart thump louder “I hate school..” you muttered and closed the cream colored locker angrily after putting a few books inside and made your way to the bathroom.
You pushed a few people angrily, not saying a word as your eyes darkened and you felt the air escaping your lungs slightly.
‘Happy thoughts. Happy moments. Happy days. Happy—‘ you kept muttering as you entered the bathroom.
“y/n” a voice called and you lifted your eyes from the ground, staring at a shimmering bronzed figure. “Emma.” You muttered, hostility in your voice as she turned to the mirror again, placing gloss over her plumped lips.
“How’s your grandma?” She asked flatly, she didn’t care, she never did.
Emma is a senior year student, you were best friends once, in elementary school to be exact.
Nowadays, to say you hate her guts is being kind.
“How’s your dad?” You smiled knowingly, afterall almost everyone in school knew for years that her dad left.
But you were the only one who knew why. So yeah, you held it over her head.
“That was low. Even for you.” She snarled and darted her blue eyes to you, she tried to intimidate you like every year, your really didn’t understand why people liked her.
“Oh what can you do?” You sang innocently, trying your hardest not to let your creeping anxiety channel you while talking.
“..fuck you” she spat and took a step closer to you, using her hight advantage to try and scare you, but you faced scary, and a preppy high school student ain’t it.
“Damn that forward? Fatherless behavior.” You tsk under your breath, shaking your head. Before walking passed her, bumping shoulders and pretending as if that interaction wasn’t fuel to your anxiety.
“Same goes to you.” She hissed “You never changed. Thats why you have no friends left. Shame.” She faked a pout voice called behind you and you chuckled sarcastically before turning your head with an angry smile “That and the fact you turned everyone against me.” You felt your stomach knot at the words that slipped through your coral colored lips.
“You know I didn’t.” You turned to her lies and crossed your arms with a raised brow “You’re lying to yourself now too?” You smiled tightly, anger rushing to your veins as the memory of middle school years flashed through your mind, how she told everyone to keep their distance because you will ‘bring bad luck and kill them’
“Have a nice school year...wallflower.” Her voice honeyed as she walked out and waved at a couple of other junior students, you couldn’t help but grunt at the pathetic act.
You wanted to punch her, yell at her, scream your thoughts.
You hated her, her perfect looks, perfect grades, perfect life, even when her dad left she remained popular and loved by all, pathetic.
God I hate rich people.
The bell rang loudly but you hung back in the bathroom, trying to reason with your mind, practically wishing it to stop playing the reason why you moved in with your grandmother to being with.
You took a deep breath and cleared your blurry eyes before pushing the yellow door to the hallway, seeing how empty it had become.
“Your late miss y/l/n.” You teacher, not even bothering to look back at you, unlike the rest of the class who scanned you with unapproved looks.
“Luther.” You spoke calmly, marching you way to an empty seat in the far middle of the class room, eyes following your every move like cameras.
“We talked about approaching me with my first name.” He said sternly, continuing to write on the board.
You glanced back at him as you took your seat “So?” “are you looking for trouble on your first day back?” He raised a brow and crossed his arms, but you didn’t care.
“I’m not looking. They just seem to really like me” you snickered with a daring smile “take a seat.” “Already did Luther” you sang and he turned to you with a frown.
Setting down his marker and glanced over the class, doing the whole thing about talking whatever youll learn in this semester going on and on reminding everyone the rules that you are sure to break at some point or another. You gathered information of the average smiles, each telling unimportant detail about their life, idiotic stuff really like colors and the ‘oh so amazing’ summer they had.
“Y/n?” Your teacher called for the hundred time, and no matter how much you tried to ignore his and his persistent voice he didn’t seem to let you go off unnoticed.
Even when you tried your best to hide behind your sketchbook.
You took your hidden headphones off angrily, “yeah. What.” You raised your brows displeased that he called you out “Would you like to introduce yourself?” “Why?” You frowned and in reply he shook his head tired already “Come on..” he pleaded.
“fine. I’m y/n.” You faked a smile and looked back down to continue your small character portrait on you paper.
“And a fact?” He interrupted and you closed your eyes, deciding to freak out your class a bit with unneeded and maybe a bit scary facts “When a person dies their sense of hearing is the last to go.” You said matter of factly and the class spread with gasps and muttering causing you to smile devilishly at the poor teacher.
Something about embracing the ‘scary person’ title they’ve given you, gave you some confidence and entertainment.
“About yourself miss—“ “oh! I like art” you cut with an innocent smile.
“Gee..yes. Next one please?” The adult beg searching for a distraction from your worrying words.
You scanned the room for the weird looks you were given, eyes suddenly landing on a particular Burnett boy who seemed to stare right back at you. his slight smile disappeared when you connected gazes and he turned straight to look back at the teacher. Peter’s cheeks were a bit heated up in your opinion, but maybe it was just the sun the shown through the window he was sitting next to.
The rest of the day was boring, talking back to almost everyone, earning a few amused giggles from students who seemed to like your witty remarks.
At lunch you set alone, but no surprise there.
A few more tiring classes and the final ring freed everyone, you always took your time tho, not having a much of a reason to hurry home.
Yes you loved your grandmother but you liked to have your own space where you could just wash away the thoughts of the day without fearing her questioning.
You shouldered your bag as you paid the nice lady at the corner shop for the lemonade and a piece of brownie you chose yourself before you making your way back to your apartment building.
Opening the creaking apartment door you noticed your grandmother sleeping on the cream colored couch, a soft smile rose sweetly on your lips as you approached her quietly, covering her with a blue blanket before you rushed quietly to your bedroom window.
Using the fire escape stairs next to your window to get to the roof, your steps rattling the grey metal stairs while wind creased your features.
From time to time you looked over your shoulder and stared at view you were given from the man made nature, your usual angered music from school changing to a different sweet genre, threading your thoughts with non existing memories.
You sat on the edge of the building wall, your legs floating in the air as you kept staring ahead.
Thoughts clouding your mind as you lit up a cigarette, the noise in the background being used as white noise.
maybe you should have been nicer today, maybe you should have talked to your neighbor when you saw him walking alone to the station, maybe you should jump, maybe you should show your feelings, a lot of thoughts of maybe’s rushed to your mind like every other day.
It was a habit by now, going to the roof, look over the view and let yourself be you, letting your anger shatter on the ground beneath you.
“Don’t!” You heard a voice yell, but you didn’t feel like turning so you swung your lemonade bottle to your lips.
“Chill I’m not gonna kill myself just yet.” You shrugged carelessly, a sarcastic smirk tugging at your lips as a loud horn was heard in the street along with the sound of sirens.
“Oh..uh t-that’s good..” the voice called. silence fell for a second as you stared ahead at the buildings which the sun reflected on.
“so can you just..back off a bit from the edge?” He asked unsurely, a little bit of worry in his voice and you could hear him approaching behind you.
“No.” You replied coldly “Why not?” “Because I like it this way..” you insisted and you could hear his sarcastic voice joke behind you, “ah yes. Who doesn’t love feeling like they might fall off the edge of a wall like Humpty Dumpty” he called and you fought the urge to laugh.
“did you just call me an egg?” You turned back to him with a narrowed eyes suppressing your teasing grin, only to realize that the voice behind you was non other than spiderman.
“S-sorry..didn’t wanted for it to sound mean..just had a bad day and—“ he cut himself with an obvious fake cough “uhm but like..just come on.. back off a bit?”
You thought for a moment, you could just jump off and land on the stairs close by and give him a heart attack but..he sounded nice, like in different way than the superhero you had met.
I mean, your standards were low, and being told not to kill yourself sounded almost..comforting.
“Had a bad day? A superhero? With a bad day?..that’s new” you witted, slowly standing on your feet and smacked taking a few steps closer to him.
“what? What makes you say that?” He huffed and you couldn’t hold the smile that was tugging at your lips “what part?” You “All...of..it?” He scratched the back of his neck with confusion and you swear that you were able to see an awkward smile behind the mask. “Because superheroes are always projected as perfect and bull shit like that, bad days are not included.” You scrunch your nose with a frown before taking a bite from your brownie shrugging and turning your back so you could lean against a wall safely this time.
“Uhm thats..not entirely true haha..” he chuckled dryly and you turned to look at him once again, this time from beneath him. Still holding your cigarette, and your other stuff.
“so spiderman. Want to talk about it or you just want to enjoy the sunset with a loser such as myself?” You joked and he crossed his legs next to you, you didn’t know why, but being noticed by someone new, who hadn’t had the ability to judge you felt freeing.
“I’d take the sunset with the pretty girl please?” He shrugged with a silky voice and you simply shook your head in disbelief even though you felt rather flattered.
“Then you need to find someone else cause it ain’t me” you muttered and continued to look over the shimmering horizon, taking a hit from your cigarette.
the busy street beneath you desperately trying to shut the conversation down.
“what?! Why?!” He said confused to which you simply glanced over to him confused and almost shocked that he seriously complimented you. “S..seriously?” You frowned “Yeah! I mean...you’re..you’re pretty.” He muttered embarrassed, shrugging his shoulders.
Narrowing your eyes suspiciously, you slowly turned to look at the sunset again. “Well at least now I earned my title meaning” “title?” He replied quickly.
“Wallflower.” You forced a smile, taking another hit.
He wanted to ask more about it but restrained himself, letting you both enjoy the quite for a moment.
“You from around here?” He suddenly asked and you raised a witty brow “Obviously.” You said coldly as usual before biting your tongue, not wanting to leave a bad impression on someone who actually tried to give you the time of day.
“This building..” you muttered and he was quick to ask another question “and..why are you up here? If you don’t mind me ask—“ “clearing my mind.” You cut, your mind telling you to stop bothering the busy hero. “From what?” He asked innocently and you shook your head “Does it matter?” Your cold reply made him even more the boy curious even more.
He paused for a moment before tilting his head to look at you “Maybe” he hummed but you disregarded that quickly.
Your y/e/c eyes glancing back at him “not to anyone usually” you shrugged, and without a beat he went “And if I say that I care?”
You paused confused, first he tells you yourself pretty and next that he cares to know about your day? What a weird fucking superhero.
You lowered your head before plastaring a smile on your mouth “You’d be lying and therefore a terrible role model for kids around the world” you emphasized your words with jazz hands and you could clearly hear his laughter crossing to you.
You sighed and glanced back at the sky “you don’t know me. You don’t even know my name..” you stopped yourself, you will not allow yourself to get close to a masked person, especially not a superhero. He’s just doing his job right?
“than tell me..” the spider hero asked politely and you stared at him wide eyed. “yeah ok, y/n” you spoke quickly and his masked eyes widened “huh?” He mumbled missing your first wordings. “My name..my name is y/n” you slowed and smiled kindly “oh..well nice to meet you y/n..” he lifted his hand to yours and you squinted your eyes at him a bit when you reached to shake it.
He paused for a moment before frowning confused “are you going to ask me my name?” He asked. But you simply shrugged, “I think it’ll give away the whole secret identity no?” You joked and circling with your finger the red mask.
“That’s new” he commented, repeating your earlier words “what is?” You wondered, a hint of playful teasing rang in your voice “Not being asked about who I am” he continued and you simply shook your head and turned to the setting in front of you “I don’t mind. I have nothing to do with the information and when you leave I won’t see you again.” You said emptily, quietness cut between the two of you.
“It’s a waste of time getting to know people.” You suddenly mumbled, and he looked at you with Sad eyes, not that you saw them anyways.
He finally broke the long pause saying “But isn’t this how you make friends?” “This is how you get yourself and others hurt.” You whispered with broken words. He wanted to say something, anything, but he didn’t know what, so he stayed with you quietly.
Suddenly the horrible sound of alarms snatched you from your calmness and you simply nodded your head at him, hiding your disappointment with a smirk “Someone’s calling for you superhero..” “seems like it” he said, you swear you hear disappointment in his voice.
The golden sun glinted on his delicate suite details when he stood up slowly, fixing his mask “it was nice watching the sunset with you y/n” he added quickly. stretching his arms behind his back before reaching his helping hand for you, but you managed on your own and smiled confidently, dusting your hands on your pants “likewise spiderman” you hummed.
The semi-known hero shook his head a bit, it was like he was smiling at you before he jumped him off the rooftop, leaving you to watched his animated movements disappearing behind a building.
After finishing the sunset by yourself, staring as the police once again made noise throughout your neighborhood, you decided its time to head back in.
You jumped into your room through the window and rolled on your bed. “Hey gran..? You still up?” You asked loudly.
fixingyour posture quickly and opened the door swiftly, throwing your trash in the kitchen bin before hearing your grandmother heavy feet moving on the floor.
A small voice replied, a tired and a hoarse one “Yes dear..” she murmured as you returned to her spot on the sofa, crouching a bit so you could see eye to eye with her.
“did you remember to take your medicines?” You said worriedly, slowly getting up and opening the medication cabinet above you “Yes y/n/n” “and that weird tea did you—“ “at lunch with cookies I made” she chuckled at your worrisome behavior, then quickly motioned you to come closer to her. She placed a gentle hand on your cheek and smiled concerned “where’ve you been?” She asked. “Roof” you replied matter of factly “again?” “Obviously.” You rolled your eyes with a smile and briefly looked at the glowing screen.
A nice kind of quietness surrounded you, the sound of sharp voices emerging from the screen, “Want to tell me about your first day back in school” she suddenly said and you kept looking at the changing characters, quite words escaping your mind “was given a nickname” “oh..” she whispered, worry in her voice urging you to say the name. “Wallflower” you sighed with a smile, shaking your head. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again,?searching your eyes “Well..flowers are pretty” she breathed, trying to radiate her positive of way of looking to you. “and insignificant” You replied and turned away “now don’t say that you know it’s not true” “but it is.” You shrugged and went to the fridge.
But even from the couch, she didn’t mind pressing for more information “Anything else?” She asked. But truly, nothing interesting happened at school. “Not really, gave back my assignments and went through events of the first month.” You brushed carelessly “And?” “Didn’t kill a guy that bumped into me” you giggled a bit proud of yourself.
But she kept pressing asking more and more repeated questions as you came to sit closer to her. “and?” She added again “And what?!” You raised your voice a bit but caught yourself in time, a soft apologetic smile crossed your lips “Sorry..” you muttered shyly, she shook her head but kept her loving eyes locked on yours.
She reached her hands to yours, calmness washing over you at her touch forcing you to smile helplessly.
She smiled sweetly “you seemed calmer when you walked in” your grandma mentioned, mirroring your undying twinkle “had a really good sunset I guess” you muttered with a shy smile, shifting your eyes away to the quite TV.
On the news they were just covering the reason why the friendly hero had to leave so abruptly.
You smiled fondly thinking of how bizarre the interaction felt to you. Though you couldn’t explain why, a small hopeful part of you wished for the masked hero and you to meet once more.
