Peter Parker goes to a Halloween party with his Spidey suit as a costume. Johnny Storm doesn't know he's actually Spider-man and sees him.
Sorry this took so long, and sorry it’s not better. I wanted to do it justice because this prompt is so funny and cute, and I’m not sure I did. ^^;; I hope you enjoy anyway.
Johnny saw him across the room. There were a dozen people in the way, but he would recognize that red and blue outfit and those big bright eyes anywhere. Especially since he was wearing a Spider-Man costume himself, without the mask. Of course, it wasn’t actually him. There’s no way it would be him. It was just a really phenomenal costume.
Still, he couldn’t help it if his schmoozing with the party guests led him over to where the other guy in the Spider-Man costume was standing against the wall. Being as much a wallflower as the actual wall crawler would be. Well, Johnny thought of him that way. Except more like an annoying fly on the wall. Except when he was just in the right mood and really happy to see him, then he was a great sight.
Okay, but this wasn’t actually Spidey any more than he was.
“Hey there,” he said, putting an arm against the wall and giving the Spider-Man cosplayer a winning smile. “That is an excellent costume.” He winked, enjoying his little ironic joke.
The guy jerked and turned to him, and he could swear he saw the eyes widen. The guy made an undignified—though sort of adorable—squeak, and cleared his throat.
“Yeah, uh, thanks. Ha ha.” Spidey said. He fiddled with the camera slung around his neck, which Johnny had missed until then.
“I’m Johnny Storm. The Human Torch. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.” Johnny stuck out his hand for a shake, which the fake Spidey accepted with a surprisingly strong grip.
“Yeah, pretty sure everyone has.” Fake Spidey started to lift a hand, then dropped it. Why was he so fidgety?
“Can I get your name, handsome?”
Fake Spidey made a choking noise. “How would you even know?”
Johnny shrugged. “I have a good sense about these things. And, uh, it doesn’t look like you’re wearing any padding under there, and I’m sure you know how flattering the outfit is.” He put his hands on his own waist, demonstrating that he, too, looked good in his Spider-Man costuem.
“So…” Johnny leaned in a little. “Can I get a name, or should I just call you Spider-Man?”
A short hesitation. “Peter. It’s Peter.”
“Peter, huh? Nice to meet you. Where did you get that thing anyway? I’ve met the real Spider-Man, and that costume is so accurate,” Johnny said. Then something occurred to him. He looked at the camera again. “Wait. Peter? Your last name isn’t Parker, is it?”
“Erm, yep, you caught me.” Peter tugged at his camera strap.
Peter was the photographer who was always taking photos of Spider-Man. Of course. He probably had a ton of high quality reference photos ready at hand to use in constructing his costume. (Johnny wasn’t going to admit that Peter’s costume was slightly better than his.) That would also explain what he was doing at this party. “You here working for the Bugle?”
“Would you like me to pose for you?” Johnny said, putting a hand behind his head and curving his spine just so. “Your portfolio will be worth a lot more with me in it.”
Peter coughed again and covered his mouth with a fist. “Yeah, uh, say, why… did you pick Spider-Man, exactly? Aren’t you two always, uh, fighting?”
Johnny blinked. “How would you know?”
Stiffening, Peter shrugged and fiddled with some of his camera functions. “I’ve got a zoom lens on this thing. And I’ve got eyes.”
“Speaking of eyes, I’d still like to see yours.”
“Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?”
“Mm, do you like it thick?” Peter made another choking noise, and Johnny grinned. “Come on, please?”
With the way his shoulders moved, Johnny could only imagine that Peter was rolling his eyes. In the next moment, however, he reached up to pull his mask off, revealing a mess of warm brown hair, hazel eyes, and a sharp jawline. Also, incredibly kissable lips.
“I’m serious about improving your portfolio. We could have a private session.”
While Peter’s face started turning all kinds of colors, a woman’s voice called out from nearby.
There was a gorgeous redhead coming their way, and before Johnny could remember where he’d seen her from before, she was leaning in and grabbing Peter’s face to give him a big kiss. He looked so startled and nonplussed, Johnny couldn’t help but smirk.
“Looks like you’re busy,” Johnny said. He snagged a napkin from a nearby snack table, and with a flourish he scorched his cell number into it. He took Peter’s hand and pressed the napkin into it. “Gimme a jingle sometime when you’re free, huh?”
Peter looked down at the napkin and then stuffed it into a belt he had hidden under his costume. Really detailed, that. “Uh, yeah.”
Mimicking Spider-Man’s web shooting motions, Johnny said, “Thwip thwip, Mister Parker.”
He turned away before he could see Peter smack his hand across his face and MJ hide a giggle behind her palm.
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