I have a peter request! so the reader meets Spider-Man (and is best friends w peter) but Spider-Man accidentally calls reader by their name and when she asks how he knows he blurts out (stupidly) that he goes to the same school as them & then the next day the reader excitedly tells peter but it only upsets him bc he wonders who else the reader told and it’s like a sign of distrust or something u can decide how it goes!
I love this request! I hope you like it 😊 (this was supposed to have a fluff ending but... that didn’t happen YIKES sorry fam)
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You worked at a sandwich shop a few blocks from your family’s apartment, and tonight you’d worked the closing shift which meant you’d have to walk home alone. It wasn’t a big deal, you’d done it before, it just wasn’t your favorite.
You’d learned to keep your head down but also be aware of your surroundings. You wanted to pop your earbuds in, but instead, you listened for footsteps in front or behind you. It was exhausting after a day of work.
After a few minutes you hear a swoosh above you, and then two feet are walking next to yours. They’re covered in red… shoes? Fabric? You slowly look up, and you’re surprised to see a familiar masked face.
He nods. “I was up there waiting for something to do when I noticed you were walking alone so I thought I’d offer to walk with you. For safety reasons and all.”
His voice is slightly muffled due to his mask, but you can still hear him.
“Cool, well we’ve got about five blocks to go.”
“Works for me. How was your day today?” His arms swing back and forth as he walks.
“It was normal, I guess. I went to school and then to work, and now I’ve got school work to do at home.” You groan because just thinking about doing your chemistry homework makes you cringe.
“Ew, homework is never fun.” Spider-Man makes a noise of disgust, and you laugh.
“I agree. My friend Peter usually helps me with my chemistry homework, but he’s busy tonight, so I’m on my own.” You sigh. Peter was your best friend, but you wished you got to spend more time with him than you did.
“Oh come on, chemistry is a piece of cake.” From the playful tone in his voice, you imagine he’s got a teasing look on his face.
“What would you need chemis- Oh, I guess if you engineer your own webs. Unless they like, come out of your skin or something.” You start your sentence looking at him but then look away.
“No you’re right, I made them. I don’t have holes in my wrists or anything.” Spider-Man laughs and you shrug. You
“It was a logical guess.”
The rest of the walk, you two make small talk but not the awkward kind. It feels as if you know him somehow. You learn that Spider-Man has a cute laugh, but you’re not sure what to do with that information. You probably won’t ever see him again, and even if you did, it’s not like you could be friends with a superhero.
Finally, you arrive at the bottom of the stairs to your building. You can decide if you’re happy or sad.
“This is me. Thanks for the company.” A soft smile spreads across your face.
“Y-yeah no problem. Just doing what I can to keep everyone safe.” Spider-Man salutes you with two fingers and you nod.
“I think I can make it up a few flights, so I guess this is goodbye.”
“Oh yeah of course. Good luck with your homework.” He gestures toward the stairs in a “go ahead” way. You start up the first couple stairs and turn your shoulder back to look at him.
“Thanks, goodnight, Spider-Man.”
He turns around and starts to walk away, so you do too until you hear him speak again. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
Your head whips around so fast that your neck could’ve broken. “Wait, what did you say?”
Spider-Man turns around on his heel. He rocks back like he knows he said something he shouldn’t have. Is he a creep? How did he know your name?
“I-I said g-good night?” He scratches the back of his head through his mask.
“But you called me by my name, and I’ve never met you before. Have you been following me? Watching me? You could be an old man using Spider-Man as an excuse to pick up teenage girls.” You take a few more steps up to distance yourself.
“Oh, no, no, no. I’m not a creep, I swear. I’m not an old man either. I’m sorry.” He takes another step forward, so he’s at the bottom of the stairs, but you take a step back. He gets the message and puts his hands up.
“Okay okay, I know it seems weird, but I know your name because we go to the same school.” Spider-Man’s body tenses as soon as the words leave his mouth. You’re cautious.
“You’re a teenager? What the hell?”
“Yes, but that’s not something I was supposed to share so please please keep it to yourself. Don’t try to figure out the mystery or look for me at school, okay?” He suddenly sounds panicked.
Spider-Man doesn’t say anything else before he turns and takes a running start. He lifts his arm and then he’s flying through the air, gone in an instant.
Truth is, you tried to stop thinking about your encounter with the friendly neighborhood web-slinger. You told yourself you wouldn’t look around wondering who it could be, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
To think that Spider-Man had seen you around school enough to know your name was eating away at you. Sure, there were tons of people in school that you didn’t know their name, but how many did?
Peter sits down next to you at lunch, his tray hitting yours as he slides into the bench. “Hey Y/N.”
“Hey, missed you on the way to school this morning.” You and Peter always walk to school together.
“Yeah, I u-uh overslept. May had to leave before I did and I forgot to get up.” Peter rolls his eyes but smiles anyway because it’s not the first time it’s happened.
Both of you dig into your lunches, not waiting on Ned and MJ who also seemed to be absent today. Your eyes scanned the room again.
“Pete, what secret talents do you think our classmates have?” The curious tone in your voice seems to make Peter nervous, but he’s always a little anxious, so you blow it off.
“What do you mean? Like who do I think has finger toes and can pick things up with them? I bet Chad. He’s so weird.” Peter points to a jock that’s wearing his letterman jacket. That wasn’t what you meant, but the two fo your burst into laughter anyway.
“I bet you’re right, but that isn’t really what I meant.” You start to calm down, your stomach aches from the intensity of your laugh.
“What did you mean then?” Peter picks up a spoonful of chocolate pudding and shoves it into his mouth.
Please keep it to yourself.
You’re caught off guard by your conscience bringing up Spider-Man’s words from the night before. This is Peter, he wouldn’t tell anyone, right? You trust Peter with your life.
“Uh, it’s nothing, just a funny thought.” You shake your head, and then Peter changes the conversation. He asks how your chemistry homework went, considering you’d live-texted him how it was going. Featuring a message that said,” What do you think will kill me first? My lack of knowledge when it comes to things that explode (i.e., chemistry) or my parents because I failed?”
“You seem distracted.” Peter seems a little annoyed with you. He probably noticed your eyes leaving him every few seconds to look around the room. As if someone was just going to swoop into the cafeteria and reveal that they’re Spider-Man.
“Sorry. What were you talking about?” You blink a few times and focus on Peter’s face this time. He starts talking again about how he thinks Aunt May has a boyfriend, but he doesn’t know how he feels about it. Peter is about to say something else when you stop him.
“I’m sorry, Peter. I want to listen, but there’s something I have to tell you first. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Peters face immediately changes to worried, and he nods. “Okay, uh, w-what is it?”
You lean closer to him, so your shoulders are touching. “I met Spider-Man last night.”
Peter’s eyes widen, and he looks around the room. His whole mood immediately changes, and he seems a little bit… angry?
“Yeah, and he told me he goes to this school. Can you believe that? He’s a teenager, Peter! Isn’t that wild? Who would’ve thought? I think you’d like him, he was talking about how he loves chemistry. He-”
“Who else did you tell?” Peter interrupts your excited ramble. His tone is cold now. There’s no trace of a smile on his face.
“What? I haven’t told anyone else. I just told you, and I wasn’t go-”
“Did he say it was okay to tell people that information? Maybe it’s important that no one knows that.” He is angry with you, and you feel like you have whiplash from the fast change of mood.
You falter. “Well, he told me not to tell anyone, but you’re my best friend and I-”
“What if I weren’t, though? What if I left here and told everyone in homeroom? You shouldn’t share those kinds of things, Y/N.”
You open your mouth to speak, but he grabs his tray and stands up.
“Peter, wait, please stay. What’s the matter? I swear I wasn’t going to tell anyone else.” Peter doesn’t wait to hear what you have to say because he walks away.
It’s dark outside. You grip the small bouquet of flowers in your hand. It rained this morning, so puddles are littering the sidewalk. The streets are pretty empty. You’re on your way to Peter’s apartment. He hasn’t been returning your calls or texts since lunch today.
Your knuckles tap against the red door that’s so familiar to you. You’re hoping Peter is at home. You can pretend the flowers are for May if he isn’t.
May isn’t the one who answers the door, it’s Peter. He tries not to show any emotion when he sees you, but you can tell he’s still angry. “I brought you flowers as an apology. I don’t even know if you like flowers.”
“Thank you for the flowers.” He takes them from your extended hand. The air feels thick, and it’s very awkward.
“Can I come in? Can we talk about earlier?” You hope he’ll let you in, but he hesitates. “Please, Peter. I never meant to upset you.”
Peter turns on his heel and walks back to his bedroom, but he leaves the front door open, so you quickly try to catch up. Peter invites you to sit next to him on his bed, and that’s the only part of this that feels normal.
“I know I upset you because I told you something that I should’ve kept to myself, but I only told you because I trust you with anything. My life, even, Peter. I wasn’t ever going to tell anyone else. I thought you’d be as excited as I was.”
“Well, I’m not. You can’t do that.”
“Yeah I get it, I shouldn’t have. It’s not like I have Spider-Man on speed dial and can apologize. He’ll never know if neither of us says anything to anyone else. Is that what you’re worried about? Do you think he’ll like… come after us or something?” You duck your head so you can look at Peter’s face that he’s hiding by looking down at his lap.
“No. No, I know he wouldn’t do that. I was just trying to get you to see it’s not a trustworthy thing to do. He said no one should know, and you told someone anyway.” The anger is back in his voice, and you’re confused again.
“What does it matter to Spider-Man if I’m trustworthy? You know I am, we’re best friends. I told you because I trust you. It doesn’t even involve your trust being betrayed, so why do you care?” You throw your hands up because now you’re angry. He’s going to continue to make you feel like a shit friend for saying anything.
“Yes it does, Y/N! It does involve me.” Peter stands up as he raises his voice. You look up at him, your mouth is slightly parted in shock. He’s furious.
“How, Peter? All I did was tell you. Unless you know Spider-Man personally, sit down and calm down.”
“I am Spider-Man, Y/N. That’s why I’m upset. I told you to keep it to yourself, and you didn’t. What if I wasn’t Spider-Man? What if I was just Peter Parker and I decided to tell someone? We’d have news vans and reporters outside of the school all the time. Parents that don’t like the idea of Spider-Man would stop sending their kids to school! People would be afraid, even though I’m trying to help, and they would need to be because then the school is a target. All of it fucking matters, Y/N.”
You’re silent because you’re not sure how to respond. Peter is Spider-Man? Your best friend, has been Spider-Man this whole time? It feels like your brain is stuttering. Peter’s chest is heaving with deep breaths, but he sits back down. His eyes are red, and he’s crying.
“So yeah, it does involve me. I asked you not to tell anyone, and you did it anyway. You know how that feels? To hear your best friend that you trusted more than anyone else betrays that? It hurts. I can’t help but question everything.” His voice cracks as he admits he’s hurting, and now you’re hurting too.
“Peter, I’m so sorry. I really messed up.” You pause for a minute and try to think of something to say, but you can’t. “I can’t say anything that will make it better because I broke the trust. I understand that. Even if I explain a million times, it was an accident. I’m sorry, Peter. I’m going to go.”
You feel defeated, heartbroken, and hopeless. But you did this. It’s your fault. You turn once you get to his bedroom door. He’s already looking at you.
“Just know that your secret will always be safe with me.” Your voice cracks. Maybe a little part of you hoped he’d stop you from walking out the door, but he doesn’t. Peter doesn’t even say anything else. He lets you leave.
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