empire state of mind // tasm!peter parker
❥ warm New York, cold nights, sushi, pining, heroes and their hopeless romanticism.
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navigation ✩ new york private life (I) ✩ manhattan longing (III)
The movie finishes with little to no emotional distractions from either of you. You look to Peter, "This was fun! We need to do it again sometime."
You smile but all Peter feels is dread. Are you sending him home? Already? He's had a great time but he doesn’t wanna go home so soon.
“Yeah… I had a lot of fun too,” he gives a downturned smile.
"How about you come back on Friday? I'm free all day after my class at 10."
Your voice drowns out and Peter feels a tingle up his back. The hairs on his arms stand on end. Something bad is happening...
He turns his head, realizing that whatever his Spidey-Sense is telling him is happening, is major. He tries to hide his worry as he stands, grabbing his bag from beside the door.
"H-hey! Where are you going?" the worry filling up your throat and spilling into your tone.
"Friday. After 10. Sounds amazing. I'll be there. Gotta go-" he doesn't stay to hear your response. Slamming the door behind him. You're left on the couch, in shock and feeling a little sad.
A few moments later, you see Spider Man swing by your window and off into town, towards the flashing red and blue lights.
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That was Tuesday, it's now Thursday night.
Sorry for dashing off last night, I forgot I had to pick some things up for my aunt!
Peter's message from Wednesday sits unopened on your phone. You have no idea how to respond.
♡.
Peter's all kinds of a mess right now. Terrified he messed things up by leaving so quickly the other night. Nervous that your date is canceled. He hasn't heard back from you since that night.
What if you're mad? Or now uninterested because of the way he ran out? What can I do to fix this? Peter's internal thoughts have been going haywire since Tuesday.
♡.
You phone buzzes as you begin to study for one of your exams. You decide to ignore it
Then it buzzes, and again.
You grab the device in anger with full intentions of putting it on do not disturb. Until you see the messages are from Peter.
Be ready tomorrow at 2.
I'm taking you somewhere nice to make up for my actions.
Is that sushi place still an option?
You smile and respond: Only if you show up on time :)
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Peter does show up on time, early actually. He takes you downtown, walking through little shops, trying to get the confidence to hold your hand.
Right now would be the perfect time.
The both of you walking along the sidewalk. Shoulder to shoulder.
Do it, Peter. You both think. And then, your thoughts separate.
I'm basically begging for it with the way I'm pushing my shoulder into his. From you.
What if she doesn't want that? And I ruin the whole moment? From Peter.
Fuck it. Peter steadies his breathing and goes to wrap his pinky around your index.
Just as his finger starts to brush against yours, you move your hand, running digits through your hair.
Peter curls and uncurls his fingers by his side.
"Ugh, this heatwave is fucking ridiculous," you hum, holding your hair into a temporary ponytail. Smiling at the boy.
To Peter Parker, you are the most stunning woman he's ever seen. And this moment encompasses that completely. Flyaway hairs framing your face, chest glowing from sweat, cheeks flushed from the heat, and smile beaming.
If only he could grow a pair and hold your hand.
"Yeah, tell me about it. The air conditioning in my apartment's broken. It's just me, a lonely fan, and a lot of open windows," he smiles at you, nervous of talking too much.
You can't help but feel your chest flutter every time he gives you that bashful smile. Something in the way his cheeks change color and his eyes dart around awkwardly keeping your heart pounding.
"Well. Anytime you feel yourself getting too hot, you can always come over," you wink and waltz into a nearby store, holding the door for him.
Peter feels his hands begin to shake, the temperature in his body rising and he suspects it's not from the weather. He follows you in.
You bounce around the shop happily, picking up the mini glass figures and examining each one, showing them all to Peter.
He gazes at you with a content smile on his face. He could get used to this.
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The hours come and go, but as five-o'clock draws near you and Peter begin to make your way towards the aforementioned sushi restaurant.
You step in and are in immediate awe. Neon red led's light up the dim rooms. Candles flicker on each table, illuminating the accompanying roses. The clack of your shoes reverberates off the black marble floor and falls in time with the soft jazz flowing through the building.
"Oh wow..." you breathe.
Peter walks behind you with a smug grin on his face. He aimed to impress you with this place. It seems he hit the bullseye.
"How many?" A very well dressed, middle aged woman asks, smiling.
"Just two." Peter answers.
"Follow me." The lady turns the corner after grabbing two menus.
After being sat and ordering drinks, Peter goes to look at his menu. You kick him (lightly) from under the table.
He jumps. "Ah! What was that for?!"
"You didn't tell me how nice this place was gonna be!" You whisper rather sharply.
"Well, I wanted to impress you. And make up for everything," Peter smiles.
"You can do all that without letting me dress like a slob to go to a place like this!"
"I think you look beautiful." Peter blurts. Eyes wide, face red.
"Oh." Your voice is just above a whisper. "Well.. uh, thank you," you smile at him and his whole world lights up.
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You exit the front doors of the restaurant, cold night air stinging your lungs.
"That was amazing, Peter. thank you so much," you stuff your hands into your pockets.
"Of course! I had to make everything up to you," he smiles down at you. Again, having the same battle of brain and heart over holding your hand, both of which being pushed further into your pockets.
"We definitely have to do this again," you begin to cross the street, assuming Peter follows behind you.
"Hey! y/n! Wait!" Peter's scared tone stops you in your tracks in the street as you turn to look at him.
"wha--" you hear a horn and can barely distinguish headlights from beside you before a pair of warm, rather strong, arms are embracing you - holding you an equally as strong body.
Your chest goes numb with adrenaline, face heating up from the proximity of Peter's face to yours.
"Oh my god. Are you okay?" His breath is heavy, warm chest pushing into yours and heart pounding.
"Uh... yeah... are you?"
"I'm fine. I think my ankle is bruised from the fall but it's alright, as long as you're okay."
Your chest continues fluttering but no longer from fear. The way Peter just smiled at you could light the whole world up.
"Here," you stand up, offering the boy a hand. "Let's go back to my place and assess the damage."
Peter takes your hand, following you back home.
You turn to him. "Thank you, by the way. You totally just saved my life."
⏪︎ peter's pov ⏪︎
Peter smiled, holding the door open as you exit the restaurant. He'd had such a great day with you so far, though he worried at every point he would make a wrong move and mess everything up.
He didn't.
"That was amazing, Peter. thank you so much."
This is it. Peter thinks. My best possible chance to grab her hand.
You stuff your hands into your pockets.
Shit.
"Of course! I had to make everything up to you," Peter smiles down at you.
"We definitely have to do this again."
Peter watches you step down from the sidewalk and onto the asphalt. His head snaps to the left, seeing headlights. A car. Moving fast. Right for you.
His whole body goes numb, heart pounding.
"Hey! y/n! Wait!"
You turn, freezing.
Peter feels a build of anxiety from his toes to his head. You're not moving.
The hairs on his arms stand up, and he's moving before his thoughts can catch up. And everything feels like it's in slow motion.
He lunges, wrapping his arms around you, pulling both of you back towards the sidewalk. Peter's ankle twists and he lands, back thudding against the pavement, holding you snug against him.
His breath is harsh.
"Oh my god. Are you okay?" Peter can feel your hearts pounding in the same, fear-driven tempo.
"Uh... yeah... are you?" Your eyes search his.
"I'm fine. I think my ankle is bruised from the fall but it's alright, as long as you're okay." And he means it.
"Here," you stand up, offering the him a hand. "Let's go back to my place and assess the damage."
Peter gladly takes your hand, also taking note of the smoothness, and the gentle way you lead him. He feels warmth slowly spread down his back, realizing his ankle might not be the only injury he sustained.
"Thank you, by the way. You totally just saved my life."
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