96 with Peter ??? Sorry if I'm bugging ya
honey you are not bugging me AT ALL. if anything, you’re giving me more of a reason to write and relax before i have to clean. you’re perfectly fine!
send in a prompt for a drabble!! (pls specify what character!)
Peter Parker was many, many things.
In this moment, you can even add wimp to his resume.
He heard about you in the papers, The New York Siren. Had a cool ring to it.
(Ha, ring.)
On his nightly patrols he didn’t expect to run into you. You were somewhat of a villain, yeah, but way out of his fighting range.
You’d be better in a fight with Daredevil. Maybe even Deadpool.
But not him. Especially on a night where he just wanted to have a nice time doing nightly patrols.
He was at the end of your blade, chin tilted up to be sure he didn’t get his throat sliced open.
But damn if you weren’t attractive to him in this moment.
“Webslinger,” you hissed from behind your mask. It almost sounded like a purr, honestly. “What’re you doing on my terf?”
It’s pitiful the stutter that comes from his mouth.
“I-I was just, uh...” Peter swallowed thickly behind the mask. “Hangin’ around.”
Peter wished you laughed.
“Hangin’ around, huh?” You taunted, your blade finally going back in it’s seath that was mounted on your hip, crossing your arms. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah. I didn’t mean to intrude, I’ll leave right now, honest,” Peter replied quickly, his hands waving around as he spoke. You just laughed in his face.
“Sure. Just be safe getting back to Queens.”
Peter did a double take then, realizing you weren’t going to give him too hard of a time anymore. He stood up straight as your back finally turned to him, walking backwards towards the closest fire escape.
“S-Sorry,” he sighed out. You actually laughed that time. He didn’t get why.
The laugh did sound sarcastic though.
“Good choice.”
Peter took that as his cue to climb down the fire escape, not wanting to try and see what more trouble he could get into late in the evening.
