#peter request

[starshipsofstarlord]

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Pairing | Peter Parker x reader

Summary | watching a movie does not always entail paying attention to it. However, there is innocence to the picture perfect distraction.

Warnings | none, just fluff, tiny smidge of angst.

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The television played, presenting a movie that you and Peter had seen a million times at this point. It was the same old chick flick that you had practically forced him to watch two years ago, and begrudgingly after the credits, was when he admitted that it ‘wasn’t so bad’.

However, you knew what his admission meant. That despite not wanting to say the statement out loud, he actually enjoyed the film, but this now had to be about the hundredth time that you had actually watched it together, if you could call what you were doing paying attention.

You laid atop of him, your fingers delicately tracing shapes on his chest, through his shirt. His heart could be felt warmly beating beneath the material, and the layer of his skin. It, for once, was calm, and a soothing reminder to yourself to remain so docile in his company.

And though your eyes were glued half heartedly towards the flashing screen, your mind was enveloped with the thoughts of your company.

Peter Parker.

He was much more interesting than a plot line pinned by a director, there was no quarrels involving spider man, just a boy and a girl, recoiled in one another’s embrace.

His great brown doe eyes were enraptured with holding eye contact with you; it was as though the moment between the pair of you was frozen. There was nothing that could interrupt the ongoing peace.

Even Aunt May entered the apartment, returning from ‘work’, which you knew to be a date with Happy, but she said nothing, keeping the details of her meet up to herself, not wishing to intrude on the serenity engulfing the living space.

Without Tony, Peter had been quiet, he had lost an addictive smile accompanying his attitude. The mentor that he had learnt to love like a father, and not only a supervisor, had sacrificed himself for everyone else, Peter included.

It rode Peter with immense guilt; he thought that it was his fault that he was incapable of saving the genius. “Do you remember when we first met?” He nonchalantly asked, reaching his hand up so that his strong fingers could stroke along the ridge of your cheek.

At the mention of it, a smile graced your face, and you bowed your head, lightly shaking it at the memory. “You were a mess.” Your voice was light, carrying a soft undertone, so that the movie in the background could be heard, despite neither of you paying attention to it.

Looking down at him, the light from the television bounced off his skin, creating intense highlights upon his high points, and a slight blue glare. “But MJ had already warned me about that prior to introducing us.”

A gentle hue of rose blossomed on the boy’s cheeks, to which he drafted his face into the crescent of your neck, as to hide the temperature boiling upon his skin. “That makes me feel great; you really had a great first interpretation of me.” He mumbled, his lips tracing his words against your skin as he spoke.

“You were tripping over your own words, I found it to be rather adorable.” You said in a matter of fact manner, leaning back so that you were pulled away from him, and so that he was no longer hidden in the crook of your neck. “And then the rambling began...” You cocked your head at the memory, causing the hero beneath you to groan.

“Forget I said anything.” He crossed his hoodie covered arms, staring away from you and towards the screen. The action had you laughing lightly, to which he was to respond. “Shut up and watch the movie y/n.”

Settling down once more across his pillowing chest, you rested your head down, smiling at the aroma and warmth that radiated off your boyfriend. And as you swerved the direction your neck was set in, you had no intention of watching the flickering movements of the movie, instead, you fell into a tranquil momentum of listening to the lullaby of his heart beat.

[probably-writing-x]

Unfortunate opportunity.

Peter Parker x Reader

Request by @hahaboop : Could you write for peter Parker? So you know how I’m far from home peter wanted to sit with MJ but his plan failed? Could you write about how peter ends up sitting next to the reader and they end up bonding and get close during the school trip? Thank you !

Gif is not my own

Requests are open🤍

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“Peter, there is a seat next to (Y/n). You can sit there,” The teacher brushes him off, gesturing toward the empty seat next to you.

He groans and accepts defeat, flopping into the seat beside you on the empty chair. His whole plan of this being his shot with MJ had fallen flat far too quickly.

“You wouldn’t have been my first choice either,” You comment to him, shifting in the seat as you pull your earphones out from your bag.

“No, no, sorry,” He says quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that I thought-“ He sighs, “Forget it. I’m Peter by the way.”

“(Y/n),” You respond, “I’m still the new girl and the one friend I’ve found is ill, so I think we’re both starting out pretty shit.”

He lets out a little laugh, “I’m sorry. Let’s start over. How long have you been going here?”

“About two weeks,” You say, “They thought they’d throw me on this trip as a good way of getting to know everyone.”

“Well it’s probably not a bad idea,” He shrugs, “What music are you listening to?”

“Here, it’s a new album,” You hand over one of your earphones which he hesitantly puts into his ear.

It’s an easy way of settling into each other’s company and it gives both of you an opportunity to think of enough conversation topics to last for the travelling time. You didn’t know many people at the school and had never been the best at introducing yourself to many, absolutely dreading the thought of having to face this entire school trip without the one person you thought you could rely on to keep you company. Part of you was damn relieved that the other seats had been taken and Peter ended up next to you. The other part wondered who he wanted to be with instead.

- - - - - -

It’s an hour or so later when the album has ended and the two of you settle into normal chatter.

“You can’t be serious!” He exclaims, “You’ve never seen Star Wars?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t understand it,” You defend, laughing at his absolute horror.

“Okay, I’m not letting that pass, you have to watch it. I’ll explain it to you,” He assures you, “I can’t believe you’ve never seen Star Wars.”

“What’s so good about it? I don’t get it.”

He deadpans you and blinks a few times, “It’s brilliant, okay? You’re watching it, end of discussion.”

“Okay, alright, fine,” You shake your head, “But you’ve given me big expectations now.”

Peter smiles at you and takes in your appearance for what felt like the first time. You seemed understated. Your hair was pulled out of your face and it somehow managed to shadow all of your features perfectly in the poor, natural light.

“So, (Y/n), how come you ended up in Queens?” He asks, head resting back against the chair as he feels himself relaxing more into getting to know you.

“My Dad travels a lot with work, we’re never in one place for too long,” You explain, “So, I ended up here to hopefully stay until I graduate.”

“It’s not such a bad place to graduate from,” He assures you, “I’m just surprised that we didn’t meet each other sooner.”

And just like that, the conversation continues with such ease that you find yourself wondering the same thing. How had you not met him before?

- - - - - -

“Well, thank you for making this journey go a little quicker,” You smile as the two of you follow the crowd through the airport until you’re all told to stand around so they can count you, “I’ll see you around.”

“Hey, um, I’d be happy to spend some more time with you... if you, you know, if you want to,” He smiles bashfully, adjusting his grip on the strap of his rucksack.

“Peter, you’re really sweet. But I wasn’t the one you wanted in that seat, go and find who was originally meant to be with you,” You encourage, walking ahead to try to create some distance between you two.

You don’t see how his shoulders drop a little or his lips part like he’s trying to find the right words to say. And no amount of science can tell him how on Earth one flight had changed so much of what he thought he knew.

- - - - - -

The next day, the group are all piling onto the coach once again and you’re relieved to have met a few people who seemed nice enough to spend the remainder of the trip with.

“Here, sit with us (Y/n),” One of them encourages, gesturing to the empty seat beside them.

You’re stopped from responding as Peter comes up behind you.

“There are two seats there, if you want,” He seems far too nervous to make a bold move but you’re impressed at his attempt.

“Are the other seats taken?” You smile a little, glancing around.

“No,” He cuts in quickly, “But I found out I could get Star Wats on my phone so... do you want to watch with me?”

“Sure,” You smile, taking one of his earphones and shuffling close so that both of you could crowd around the screen to watch.

You’re about twenty minutes in when he gets a notification pop through on his phone from ‘Aunt May’

‘Hello Honey! Hope you’re safe and that your Peter Tingle is under control ;) Miss you already xx’

You smile a little at the message as he quickly tries to swipe it away from the screen before you can read it.

“That’s- that’s just my aunt May. She’s just checking in,” He nods, cheeks turning a dark shade of red like a switch had just flipped.

“Your Peter tingle?” You raise your brows, “Do I want to know what that is?”

He scratches the back of his neck, “She’s just joking, it’s um, well it’s just that...”

“Peter?” You break through his fumbling, “Should we just carry on with the film?”

“Yeah,” He lets out an exasperated breath, “Yeah, okay.”

You find him stealing a few glances in your direction as you try to understand the film he’d spoken so proudly of. And, somewhere along the line, you forget that this ever happened because of an unwanted mistake.

- - - - - -

You find yourself spending more and more time with Peter as the week passes until he’s asked you to go out with him one evening. He said he’d found somewhere cool and was asking if you’d want to go with him. How could you possibly say no when he’d asking was so bashful?

“So you’re going out with MJ tonight? Is this when you finally make your move?” Ned nudges him excitedly.

“No, no Im going out with (Y/n),” Peter explains, tucking his phone into his pocket and checking his appearance once again.

“(Y/n)?” Ned exclaims, “What kind of a player are you?”

“I’m not a player. She’s really nice Ned, and we’ve spent a lot of time together. She’s sweet.”

“Does she know...”

“No,” Peter cuts in, “And I’m not planning on telling her, she doesn’t need to know. I like her and I don’t want to mess this up.”

“How did you move on so fast?” Ned frowns, brushing his teeth.

Peter glances at his phone where you’d just texted to say you were ready, “I didn’t expect it either.”

- - - - - -

That night, Peter walks you around the city and only stops when he realises how to say what he’s been trying to this whole time.

“I just wanted to apologise, (Y/n),” He cuts through the tranquility between you.

“Apologise?” You frown, stopping with him as you listen to what he was about to say.

“I think I came off pretty bad when I first spoke to you. It’s true, I set up this whole plan to sit with Mj on the plane and maybe see how things went with her. Up until this trip I was certain that what I was feeling for her was a definite crush,” He explains, a little too quickly to be confident, “But then I spent that whole journey with you and it was all I could think about. When you got off that plane, I couldn’t think about anything else.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and can’t help but smile a little at how adorable he had the ability to be.

“I really think that I like you (Y/n),” His voice sounds so precious as he says the words and it baffles you that he still has such an innocence, despite his muscular form.

“I think I like you too, Peter,” You smile, thankful that he’s blushing too.

“Oh, right, okay, because I was thinking you maybe felt a bit-“

“Peter?” You cut in, “It’s fine. Things change, I know that. Up until that plane, I had a major crush on Brad.”

You’re joking but it makes you laugh even more when you see his face fall.

“We should probably get back to our rooms before they realise we’re missing,” You suggest, starting to make way back to the hotel.

Peter readjusts his posture like he’s regaining confidence as he walks beside you, a little closer now then he had been. When your hand locks with his and you smile in his direction, he’s damn thankful for that unfortunate opportunity that broke his plans on the plane. And everything else seems to fade away, but you.

[randomfandomimagine]

"I never really thought much of myself." For Peter? :3 - Heroes anon

I heard how Peter let out a chuckle of disbelief next to me. 

“That was incredible, Y/N!” He uttered as I lowered my hands, finished with using my powers. 

“Thanks” I shrugged feebly, focusing on not locking eyes with him.

“What’s that shrug about?” He asked, moving closer to me. 

“I never really thought much of myself” I simply replied, not really wanting to hide my insecurity anymore. 

For a moment, my comrade heaved a few deep breaths to recover from the action we had just left behind. Then he stared at me with the surprise crossing his features.

“But you are great! And your powers...” 

“It’s not that great, Peter” I reluctantly tilted my head to glance at him. “No big deal”

“I’ve had your powers, in case you forgot” He chuckled, surprisingly supportive and insistent. “And they’re not easy to control and cope with” 

I smiled a little, moved by his kind words and determination to let me know. 

“You shouldn’t feel so insecure, you’re an amazing person” His hand gently rested on my shoulder, slightly going down to rub my arm. 

I was pleased seeing that this boy I had recently met was so kind-hearted and genuine felt all the lovely things he said about me. Maybe because they were true, or he thought them to be.

“Thank you, Peter” I flashed him my sweetest smile, which he reciprocated.

The both of us were flustered by the sweet and intimate moment, so we shyly looked at each other as we began walking away.

[probably-writing-x]

Some sort of surprise.

Hands wrapped around you from behind and lifted you from the ground, forcing your legs to kick out. But you were thankful to have overcome your instincts to attack when you feel the material beneath your hands that fall onto their arms.

"Peter!" You squeal gripping onto his hands like you truly had fear you would fall - knowing he would never let that happen.

"Morning, love," He mumbles as he sets you back down to the ground, gloved hands working to spin you to face him.

"Shhh," You hiss, hands falling to the shoulders of his suit, "But, hello,"

He hums and pulls the hood from his head, letting his hair spring free from underneath, before leaning in to press a prolonged, soft kiss to your lips - one he'd been waiting for for too long.

"Dad's still downstairs," You say quietly when he pulls away, forehead resting on your shoulder.

"He can't hurt me if I catch his shield," Peter grumbles and you know he's smiling at himself as soon as he has said it.

You pull away from him so you can catch his eyes once again, "Are you kidding?"

He rolls his eyes and kisses you again, "When do I get to see yo-"

Before you can listen to the rest of his soft voice, your Dad's voice cuts through the peace.

"(Y/n), we need to meet with the rest! Be ready in ten minutes,"

You wince at the call, hands gripping onto Peter a little more to stop him from saying anything or making any noise.

"I'll see y-" Before he can whisper anything, his phone rings with a call from Tony.

Your eyes widen and you're shoving him towards your gaping window before the noise can sound for any longer.

"(Y/n)?" Steve's head sticks round the door, "Are you ever listening to me?"

"Of course, Dad," You roll your eyes, pecking his cheek before ducking out of the room to head to the bathroom. It was from there that you could see Peter leaving - in the spot he always waited down in the alley alongside your house.

"See you in ten, darling," He grins and, with that, he's gone in an instant.

~~~Four months earlier~~~

"Have you met my dad?" You scoff, "You do realise who we're talking about, right?!"

Peter sighs and lets his hand absently find yours to trace patterns across your palm.

"So what does this mean? We just act like everything's normal?"

The sadness in his eyes was evident instantly as his shoulders dropped a little and his hair fell a little onto his forehead. The two of you had been developing some sort of relationship over the past few months since meeting but you'd never made anything official. Purely for the fact that you only really saw each other in the presence of the rest of the Avengers and you were never too far away from the prying eyes of your Dad - Captain America himself. So, you stole little moments with each other and started to realise that the fluttering feeling in your heart was all caused by his presence.

Currently, Peter had encouraged you to escape for a picnic with him - accompanied by the fiery sky above you that made a bold entrance for the looming night.

"Or..." You stop yourself and watch his eyes look up with hope, "We just keep things secret. Like properly secret,"

Peter raises his brows and his mouth does that little thing of opening and closing enough times to catch a million flies.

"We can still be like... A couple. But we just don't tell anyone. Just treat it like a school project and, when the time is right, we'll have our final presentation and tell everyone," You nod, squeezing his hand a little.

Peter leans in and kisses you quickly - a gesture that still made him unbelievably excited and nervous all mixed in one.

"Oh god, he's going to kill me if he knows," Peter groans and his forehead settles against yours.

"Definitely," You laugh, "And that's why he won't know,"

~~~Now~~~

"(Y/n)," Your father's voice cuts through your daze, "Are you listening?"

You take a glance around at all of the group before you, your eyes scanning over Tony before settling on Peter who sat quietly beside him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening," You shake your head, settling your hands on the table, "So, where do we go from here?"

The conversation proceeds about their plans for Thanos and you find yourself helpless. If you couldn't even fight the desire to stare at Peter this whole time, how could you fight anything like this?

~~~Two months earlier~~~

Your foot tapped impatiently against the concrete beneath you as you checked the time again, and again and again...

The school bell had sounded only moments earlier so it wouldn't be long.

"Hey, baby," Peter grins, suddenly spinning around the tree you were behind to stand in front of you, "Sorry I'm late,"

"Late?" You laugh, "Peter the bell went off like five seconds ago,"

He grins, "I couldn't wait and I may have got a hall pass to leave early,"

You roll your eyes and he gives up the attempts to resist kissing you, his lips falling against yours as his bag drops to his feet and his hands find your waist.

Humming against his lips, you welcome the sensation for only moments, "Nice to see you too,"

"Why can't I just stay with you? I know everything they're learning already,"

"Oh really?" You cock a brow, "You don't think it would be suspicious for me to leave Dad for the whole day, every day?"

"You already leave at 3 to meet me," He pouts and you start dragging his hand away from the school.

"And that's how things will stay," You smile, "But... For now, what did you have planned for our date?"

Peter grins and grabs his bag, pulling you across the field, "Oh, honey, you have no idea!"

That's when you and him developed your tradition of climbing to the highest spot of the city and staying there until the world told you not to - usually in the form of a call from your father or some Spidey sense from Peter. It was awfully dysfunctional but it worked because when you were with him it didn't matter that anything else was happening or not.

~~~Now~~~

"(Y/n), come on! What's distracting you so much?" Steve hisses beside you, nudging your elbow to catch your attention again.

You shake out of your daze, "Sorry, sorry,"

He frowns at you for a little longer before turning back to the group, "Alright so we go in first," Your dad directs his attention to Tony, Thor, Black Widow, Hulk and, finally, Peter.

"Wait, what? What about me?" You snap baxk to reality properly now. You didn't want Peter doing something like this without you.

"You're not involving yourself in this (Y/n/n)," Your Dad brushes you off.

"Are you kidding me?" You scoff, "Then why am I here? Because you can't risk me being home alone?"

"(Y/n), you need to listen to him," Peter speaks up and your attention flicks to him instantly, "It's for your own good, okay?"

He sees how you clench your jaw uncomfortably, "Why? What can't I do?"

"Come on, you wouldn't be safe and I can't risk losing yo-"

As soon as the words are spoken, Peter's mouth falls open and your face echoes his.

"What?!" Steve exclaims, hands slamming on the table, "It's him?!"

You look at him and try your best to say something clever or something that could resolve this, "I-"

"I mean we all knew something was going on but... You two?" Tony claps his hands, "Congratulations,"

"Um, thanks?" Peter says cautiously, his eyes unwilling to leave Steve just yet.

"Yeah, that's great for you two, really," Thor smiles, standing up behind his chair and settling his hands on the backrest, "But, do we have a plan or not?"

The Avengers get up and crowd around the screen to study their next moves, leaving only you, your father and your boyfriend sat around the round table.

"Well, this is surprising," Steve begins, calculated, "But, I just want both of you to be happy. And, if that means together, then that's the way it will be,"

He slowly stands from the table and takes even slower steps around the empty chairs, stopping when he reaches Peter. With a strong grip, he clenches his hand around the teen's shoulder.

You've never seen anyone, especially Peter, so utterly terrified.

"Hurt her," Your Dad begins, leaning to make his words closely heard, "And you'll wish it was Thanos that got to you first, understood?"

Peter clenches his jaw and nods quickly before watching as Steve gives you that fatherly smile and disappears into the rest of the group.

"I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die," Peter mouths to you, dropping his head into his hands.

You chuckle and get up to walk over to him, "Only if you take his shield, he loves that thing,"

You peck his lips and watch as your Dad snaps his eyes away instantly, the tensing of his biceps proving his hidden irritation.

~~~

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[probably-writing-x]

Unexpected.

Request by anon: Can i request for a peter parker story? where there's a new kid in school (the reader) and she has powers too but peter and ned don't know that. They all become close friends and soon peter and the reader become a thing

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"Is this seat taken?" You ask quietly to the boy sat beside the only empty chair left in this class.

His head was quick to snap up from whatever he was busying himself with as the teen looked at you through science goggles propped on his nose, "No, no, go ahead,"

You smile politely though he doesn't see it as he is already turning back to whatever had previously trapped his attention. You set your books onto the table and wait in silence, tuning out of all of the conversations around you that felt overwhelmingly noisy. Today was your first day at this school, an act you'd grown very used to after moving around so much when you were younger. It was probably for the best as you'd quickly become the 'weird one' at any school you were at for too long. With your abrupt exits, lack of attendance and strange outbursts, your powers had jeopardised any attempt of a normal life. Something you sometimes questioned whether you would change.

When you first became a teen, you had quickly realised that something wasn't all that 'normal' with you. From the slightest things too. Like you'd know not to walk down the street that someone was going to get mugged on, minutes before it happened. Or you'd know not to walk into a shop that would soon become a victim of a knife crime. Small instincts told you not to. But then you realised you could stop it. You could channel yourself into preventing it and that's when you developed your web abilities, your agility and strength - when you became some sort of spiderwoman. And it was something you'd grown to develop over recent years, perfecting every aspect of your so-called 'powers'.

"Excuse me," The boy beside you pipes up and you whip your head out of your daze to look at him, "I think we're working together,"

You realised how little attention you'd been paying only now as you stared into the brown, innocence-soaked eyes that were focused on yours. He had all features of an unappreciated handsome boy.

"Oh, yeah, sure," You nod, looking at the chemical equipment that had been laid out in front of you - it looked like you'd be conducting some sort of titration.

"Okay so I don't know how much you know about this but-" The boy, who was yet to tell you his name, begun, "We need to put the acid in here," He explains as his hands hold the large burette with an evident knowledge of the topic.

"And we're using methyl orange I assume?" You nod, luckily having picked up quite a lot of knowledge from your countless schools, "Or do you think phenylalanine would be better? I guess it's dependent on which gives a better end point for the point of neutralisation, wouldn't you agree?"

The boy's eyes blink a few times at you with his mouth parted, evidently about to say the words you'd just said for him, "Yeah... Exactly,"

You break into a smile and hope it relaxes his tension just a little, "I'm (Y/n),"

"Peter," He mumbles, "Peter Parker,"

"Well, Peter, Peter Parker," You smirk, "What do you need me to do?"

He shakes himself from his daze, allowing the loose curls on his head to bounce back and forth a little, "Can you get the results table from my stuff please? I'll get the alkaline,"

You walk over to his side of the desk and go to pick up whatever results table he was talking about. Lifting up his textbook, you see a lined paper full of some sort of recipe, the title of 'Web fluid' making you widen your eyes abruptly.

"Oh, no, no," Peter is quickly at the side, taking the papers and books from you, "Not that," You can tell by the blush on his cheeks and the flustered tone in his words that you'd probably seen something you shouldn't have seen.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude," You assure him, "And I didn't see anything,"

Peter is still blushing ferociously but he seems a little more settled, "Just a stupid halloween costume idea, don't worry about it,"

His laugh is far too exasperated for his relaxation to be sincere.

You're about to create a level of mundane small talk, generally common for situations like this, when something else pecks at your senses. It starts with a little itch at the back of your ear, the sound magnified and drowning any swimming conversation. Then it moves to a twitch of your hand that you can only stop by gripping at the table. There's a clench in your jaw of slight irritation - you couldn't even get through your first lesson with some normality?

"I need to-" You start but have to stop yourself from continuing as your urge to leave overwhelmed you. Your feet get you out of that lab before Peter can question your actions any further.

You let your instincts lead you through the unknown corridors that you were yet to explore properly as you follow your own thoughts through each turning and step. Until you see it. The glimmer of a knife pressed against the throat of a young boy, far too young to be exposed to such objects beyond the safety of a kitchen. He isn't shaking nor showing any signs of being scared but it seems near impossible for him not to be. The villain holding such power was a girl of a few years older it seemed, perhaps in your own year. She had a threatening clench to her fists and a chilling ice cold to her heartless eyes.

"You fuck up one more time and I swear to god-" She hisses, her hand with the knife jolting a little closer to the child.

You were smart enough to not intervene and instead chose to use your own way of doing things - webs, webs and more webs.

You focused your aim, hand clenching into the perfect stance before the web shoots out, wrapping perfectly around the girl's hand and instantly pulling the knife away from the boy's neck. It is a relieving sight to see him hurry away, knowing he would deem it a perfectly timed miracle later on. You turned your head and hope to return to the class, only then to recognise the presence of Peter behind you - his mouth agape and his eyes widened, arms slack at the sides of his body.

"Wh-" You start, "I can explain," You raise your hands in hopes it would give him a peaceful reassurance.

"We definitely need to talk," He nods and you can't help but follow him reluctantly down the corridor to wherever he was taking you.

Peter leads you into the sports hall where all of the bleacher seating was set out in preparation for the regular assemblies that took place here. He silently walks up to one of the top benches and you sit down beside him. It is only then that he explodes.

"What was that? I mean, I know what you just did but how?" He exclaims, running a hand through his hair, "You're - you're like another spiderman?"

"Woman, actually," You respond with a smirk, "And, from what I saw on your desk earlier, I'm feeling like you're the other spiderman,"

"Wh-" He stops himself and looks at you, "How are there two of us?"

"I don't know," You shake your head, "But it seems pretty coincidental that we ended up at the same school,"

Peter laughs but you can tell he's trying to process all of this - maybe part of him was pretty relieved. It was good to not be the only teen doing this.

"Do you know Mr Stark?" Peter asks with evident purposeful inquisition, "I mean Tony... Do you know Tony Stark?"

The look of surprise on your face tells him you do but no other details can be said before crowds of students begin to pile into the hall for the assembly. One boy you hadn't seen before makes his way through the mass of bodies to reach Peter, taking the seat on the other side of him.

"Peter I've found a new Lego-" The boy begins with an overwhelming excite to his words.

The glare he receives from Peter complerely silences him.

"I don't think we've met," The boy steers conversation, "I'm Ned,"

"(Y/n)," You smile, instantly recognising how friendly the boy seemed.

"She's hot," You hear Ned hiss under his breath to Peter, "Go for it, man,"

Peter is quick to grow a bright blush to his cheeks before he clears his throat, "Do you know anybody else here, (Y/n)?"

"Nobody," You smile, unable to deny that he was pretty attractive.

"Then I guess you're staying with us," Ned beams, "Have you seen Star Wars?"

~~~

Thoughts on this becoming a series??

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[probably-writing-x]

Senses.

Blurb for @darlingtholland : Ok ok ok saw your post, and I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, but I’m too lazy to write it: I feel like, hyper sensitive peter doesn’t get talked about enough. Like, how his hand would get all warm when his crush touches it, or how his lips would feel all tingly and numb after their first kiss, or how his body would feel after his ‘first time’. I feel like everything is truly dialed to 100 because of his Spidey senses. Maybe some good ol’ fluff with this concept? Love your writing ♥️

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It was difficult to understand how Peter really felt with the parts of his abilities that people couldn't really see. It wasn't like the webs or the agility that were evident in the stories about him and the sights of him around the city. It was the small detail in actions that only he noticed, and, eventually, you would too as you saw more and more of the boy you'd grown to love.

~~~

Peter first noticed those details when your hand first brushed against his. He could remember his exact position in that seat in chem class - forever thanking fate for sitting you next to him. He felt the way every single hair on his limbs jumped to a bold attention. How it felt as though everything slowed to allow every electrified nerve ending in his hand to capture the feeling of your skin in contact with his. It was like he could feel his body's response to release an overwhelming adrenaline. He could feel it pulsing in the increased blood pressure. But it vanished. It was gone just as quickly as it had arrived - leaving him unsure if it ever really happened at all.

~~~

And then it was there again. He could feel the vibration of your laugh against his ear drums, hating the feeling of it quietening - wanting to keep it locked there for forever. But your hand was in his again and you weren't letting go this time. And anyone knows he certainly wouldn't either. So, there you were, intertwined hands and electrified senses for the boy that felt like he was dreaming. There was a strange warmth in his palm that he was sure your cool hands would welcome in a heartbeat. It felt as though all of his body was detached from his buzzing mind in a moment everyone else would view as mundane. But you were holding hands. And you weren't letting go.

~~~

But boy, oh boy, nothing would prepare him for that first kiss. The movies didn't show it, the kids at school didn't feel like he did. Because your lips on his felt beyond anything his dreams could conjure. It was slow and cautious at first - mainly due to his lack of experience and his uncertainty for your response to his forward actions. But then you were kissing back and he oddly felt like a natural at an action completely new to him. It was in the way that he was close enough to feel your cheeks against his and feel the way your noses bumped against each other. It was in the heat that arose on his face in response to such contact. The way his lips tingled with a tickling sensation as soon as your mouth left his. Was it normal to smile this much after your first kiss? He saw the adoration in your eyes and he was sure they were clear enough for him to see the mirror reflection of his own. God, he'd be doing this a lot more if this is what kissing felt like.

~~~

If kissing was a big deal, it was inevitable that anything further than that was even more intense for Peter. Which is why your relationship was a slow process. A speed you were both comfortable to maintain. Until that first night. A night of many firsts for Peter - the main being his first 'time'. He'd made sure everything was perfect, planned meticulously every detail to go into making sure you felt special on that evening. From candlelit dinners to your favourite movie to, inevitably, the moment you'd both been waiting for. He'd researched it a million times but nothing could compare. It was in the way his nerves felt as though they were trembling with every feeling possible. In the way his eyes couldn't manage to stay open but he was too adrenaline fueled to sleep. In the warm scent of your presence beside him. He was sure it was all a dream but the crystal clear senses coursing his veins made him certain that everything that had just happened had really just happened!

And then those words. Spoken in the sweetest, fatigue soaked voice.

"I love you, Peter,"

He felt as it rumbled into his chest from your resting on his bare torso. He felt the way it echoed quietly in his ears and settled the rushing blood for a moment of welcome bliss. He felt his hand hold you a little closer. He felt it all.

~~~

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Not you.

Request by anon: Do you mind if I request something? I was hoping you could write a story where Parker formed a habit of sneaking into reader’s room to scare them, but one time it isn’t him and the reader gets abducted or something? You don’t have to write if you don’t want to, thank you!!!

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"Peter!" You squeal, trying to mute your shock as much as possible, "Stop flipping doing this!"

The teenage boy in question was currently stood in front of your now gaping window, clothed in his suit that was definitely hiding a huge grin across his lips.

He moves to tug the hood from his head and confirm that your suspicions were correct, "Sorry babe, I was just in the neighbourhood and-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," You roll your eyes, propping yourself up in bed, "What time is it?"

"One?" Peter mumbles, with evident guilt that he'd woken you up.

You flop your head back against the headboard, "Get in then," You say as you shuffle over in the small bed to make room for him.

He presses against the suit and lets it fall from his frame, leaving him in only his boxers as he clambers into the bed beside you. This had become a typical habit of his. He would go out and fight an unknown crime in Brooklyn and then come to find you before going home - always climbing through your window to do so. He felt like he needed to see you. Right now, you were the only person in his normal life that knew anything about his Spiderman double.

"What was it today?" You ask him, pulling his arms around you as you snuggle into his chest.

"Just a mugging, stopped them from getting this old man," He whispers, always cautious of waking up your parents.

"You don't need to worry much, they're out of the city this weekend," You comment, stifling a yawn.

"You're here on your own?" Peter frowns, shifting his head so he could properly look down at you.

"It's not the first time, babe," You chuckle, "It's just a business trip, they'll be back on Sunday night,"

"It's Wednesday night! That's ages away!" He exclaims, "You shouldn't be staying on your own for that long. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why does it matter?" You sigh and he can tell you're far too tired to deal with his overprotectiveness.

"Well," He shifts his weight so he his hovering over you, "I'd like to be aware of times when we are alone,"

"And why is that Peter Parker?"

~~~

The next day was like any other day. You watched as Peter lied through gritted teeth and the mundane nature of his night before and felt as he squeezed at your thigh under the table as he did. You were pulled from corridors just to exchange a kiss with Peter before going to class. You got through all of your periods and the day was over.

"See you tomorrow Ned," You smile as he leaves you and Peter to exchange your goodbyes.

Your boyfriend pulls at your hand so you're facing him again, "Maybe I'll see you tonight," He mumbles as his nose bumps against yours.

"Maybe you will," You smirk, fiddling with his fingers laced in yours.

"And maybe we can have a repeat of las-" Before he can finish that sentence, you press your lips to his in a quick kiss.

"Goodbye Peter," You smirk before turning round to head out of school.

~~~

Home was as home always is on weekends like this. Silent. You made yourself a basic pasta dinner, finished your homework, delved into a new Netflix documentary and eventually resided to your bed. All windows and all doors locked - apart from your bedroom window. And it isn't long before the warm comfort of your duvet is enough to make you fall into a welcome slumber, one you awaited being disturbed by the presence of your other half.

And in what felt like seconds, you were disturbed. The harsh wind through your window was enough to do it and you groan as you go to turn over to face the open entrance.

"Hey hands-"

But it happens all too quickly. The bag over your head from a presence that was most certainly not your boyfriend. Their thunderous anger that resonated in their grip on your squirming body.

"Peter!" The word rips through your dry throat, tearing through the empty walls of your house as you are dragged out of the only unlocked window...

~~~Peter's POV~~~

"Hey bab-" My voice caught involuntarily in my throat and I was sure my entire body weakened. My arms fell slack but my jaw clenched with a defiant certainty I didn't want to admit.

She wasn't there. Nobody was here. The window was completely agape and so were the sheets where her sleeping body should lay.

I went to reach for my phone before realising how useless it would be. For the shadow of hers was still laying on the bedside table beside where she should be.

The hairs on my arms rose to press against the suit covering my skin. The blood in my ears turned up in volume just slightly. There was an aching twist in my stomach that I was sure would bubble into a sickness. She was in trouble.

I jumped back out of that window and let my feet collide with the concrete ground in a normally shattering blow before I would be off to follow whichever sense it was that was directing me toward whatever horrendous trouble I'd be met with as soon as I saw her.

~~~

An old shipment container graveyard. Each of them stacked up with no purpose now, other than to bring into question what their use was before this. And for (Y/n). She was here. The tug in my heart had become nesr unbearable. She was close.

"(Y/n)?" I yell and my voice is croaky from the lack of use, "(Y/n)?"

I'm met with no understandable response. Just the sound of a simple scrape, one that was magnified in my fearful ears.

My feet break off in the direction of the glimmer of hope - the one chance I had in the dead quiet of tonight.

And there she is.

~~~Your POV~~~

It felt like forever. The waiting. The shouting until your voice ran out.

And then the shutters, pulled up with evident anger.

Peter.

"(Y/n)!" He exclaims, charging straight at the chair that you were tied to, "No, no, no, not you," He repeats the words as he works at untying your ankles and freeing your legs from the uncomfort of the wooden chair.

"Peter," You say, trying to catch his attention, "Peter!"

Your boyfriend stops and his hands freeze over their position of untying your wrists. He pulls the mask from his head and lets his breathing settle.

"I'm okay, I promise," You assure him, trying to force your eye contact to relax the panic in his eyes.

Peter lifts his hands to cup your cheeks, forehead pressing against yours, "I told myself I'd never let anyone hurt you,"

"There's nothing you could've done," You shake your head, "Let's get out of here, okay?"

He works to untie the rest of you from the chair before lifting you into his arms, assuring you silently that he wouldn't let you go.

~~~

You get back to home at an hour you don't even want to think of. Your house is still silent and it's now a sound you fear.

Peter lays you down into the bed and changes out of his suit, clambering in beside you.

"I'm so sorry," He whispers, his voice welcomingly breaking the void.

You go to shake your head but he reaches for your hands, thumb brushing across the bruises that had begun to form there from your struggle against the rough rope. He presses his lips to them and lets his eyelids flutter shut.

"Never again," He says and it is only just audible - making you certain he didn't want you to hear it; it was a refreshed promise to himself.

"Peter," You sigh, pushing him to his back and shifting your weight so you now straddled his hips, "Stop blaming yourself,"

The boyish guilt in his eyes makes your heart melt beyond belief.

"And maybe we should come up with a knock before you come into my house in the middle of the night from now on," You smirk, cautious to not hurt your weakened form as you lean down to kiss him.

"Or I could just never leave,"

~~~

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Unexpected (ii)

Since that first school day, you had stuck with Peter and Ned. Ned had taught you everything you could possibly know about Star Wars... Even though you were yet to actually watch the films. And he'd been there to direct you around the typical ways of his school life, something that had you in fits of laughter and in deep interest whenever he had his moments of intellect. But Peter was another story. You didn't realise how much you needed another half to your spidery antics. It was good to have someone to try out the suit features with and to talk about web fluid to without feeling under authority like you normally did. He was you in every sense of the word but so different in every other way. He had a different story with a mirrored plot. And you'd ended up spending all of your days with him recently.

"Yeah, we're getting on well," You nod to Tony, nudging at the Chinese food in your takeaway pot with absent insentive, "He's a good guy,"

Stark cocks a brow at you and peers at your reaction over his food, "So you like him, huh?"

You roll your eyes, "What are you getting at?"

"I'm just saying," He raises his hands, "You two seem to be spending a lot of time together without me forcing you,"

You push your fork into a piece of chicken and lift it up, "It's nothing,"

Tony had become somewhat of a father figure to you. Originally, both of you had completely denied it. But in his protectiveness, his teaching and his presence, he'd become the Dad you didn't think you'd ever have. You usually liked your dynamic... Until it got to moments like this.

"I'm leaving now," You mutter, pushing your leftover food towards him before he asks for it, "And before you ask about where I'm going, it's just studying,"

"Don't start lying to m-"

It's no use. You've already slammed the door.

~~~

On recent evenings, you and Peter had been teaming up to go and make the most of your suits and abilities. You would come up with stupid challenges and occasionally even helping out with a few neighbourhood ongoings.

"Psst," Peter's sound is only just audible over the street noise as you walk down the street, finding no oddity in the fact that you were completely dressed in your suit.

You glance up to see him perched on a ledge of the building above you, his legs swinging down and his demeanour looking oddly mysterious in the low lighting. It is in the blink of the eye that you are up there to join him, falling into the same posture.

"So, what's the plan?" You ask, his arm brushing against yours enough for you to be thankful that this suit hid your goosebumps.

"I say we go for a climb," Peter nods with an assertive confidence that only ever shone through when he became spiderman and no longer the typical schoolboy.

You raise your brows and watch as he swings himself from the ledge, swinging across to the adjacent building and the next and the next until the two of you reach a tower that is taller than you'd want to admit. Yes, superheroes could still be afraid of heights.

Peter wiggles his brows, "I've wanted to do it for ages but-"

"Yeah, it's pretty scary," You laugh, responding to a statement he was reluctant to say. You see the way he relaxes a little more.

The two of you stand in silence for a little longer, both questioning this in your head. Tony, or Mr Stark to Peter, would probably kill you. Good job he wasn't here...

"What are we waiting for?" You shrug, shooting your trusty web to latch yourself to the smooth brick of the tower, another web catching higher to pull you further up.

Peter hesitates but was quick to follow, trying his best to keep up with your streamlined pace.

You connect your web with the balcony that hung out from the tower and swing yourself onto it, catching your hands on the metal structure with utter relief that your climb had been terminated.

"Holy sh-" Peter begins but breaks into a laugh that stops him from finishing that exclamatory.

You laugh too because one thing you'd learnt about Parker was he had a ridiculously infectious laugh. You weren't complaining.

"God this is high," He mumbles, eyes scanning across the wide view of the city in front of you, all slowly becoming lit by a nighttime routine.

You hum in agreeance and find yourself reaching for his hand, the contact in your intertwined fingers making you feel a little more grounded. Peter evidently tenses at the touch before he welcomes the feeling, letting his hand mould perfectly to yours.

"Tony keeps asking about you," You comment, your eyes averting from the city landscape to glance at him.

"Re-really? Why?" Peter stutters, his free hand scratching at the back of his neck through the suit.

"He thinks we like each other," You smirk and watch the evident surprise in Peter's reaction, "I'd be careful, he can get pretty protective when he wants to be," With that, you drop yourself from the edge of the balcony, letting your web catch you from your fall and swinging across before attaching to a lower part to pull yourself down further until you eventually collide with the ground, flipping to reduce the harsh impact.

"Stop doing that!" Peter exclaims when he catches up, "I always think you're falling,"

You chuckle and tug the hood of your suit from your head, shaking your hair out and welcoming the cool breeze brushing through your recently enclosed locks. Peter does the same and you're definitely certain his hair looks millions better than yours. His hair always looked pretty damn perfect.

"I'll see you in the morning, Parker," You smile, pressing an impromptu kiss to his cheek before turning away to head back 'home' to Tony. Your companion was certainly glad you couldn't see the furious red blush on his face, something that felt brighter than the crimson of his suit.

~~~

It was only the next day when you returned to school and fell into the typical step down the corridor with Peter and Ned. Ned stood in the middle of you two, chatting about something that currently held all of his interest but, sadly, something you also knew nothing about. As much as possible, you tried to keep up with his in-depth knowledge on the subject but the extensive use of terminology fell short of your attention span for a Friday morning. Instead, you couldn't help but notice how Peter's eyes kept catching with yours and lingering there for a moment too long. They were always far too short lived forever as his gaze was broken by someone walking the other way down the corridor and breaking up your row formation.

"Alright, this is me," You mention, directing yourself toward the calc class, "Peter, I'll see you in chem?"

Peter nods in response, "Ye-yeah, totally,"

He internally kicked himself for the crappy response. But you were already gone.

~~~

It didn't take long. The threads of hair on your forearm standing to loyal attention. The blood rushing in your ears appearing to accelerate just a little too much. The unnatural strength to the clench in your fist.

Shit. You needed to go.

With overwhelming instincts to encourage you, you bolt up from that chair and get out of the class as quickly as possible, only running as soon as the prying eyes of your classmates no longer had view of you. Unsurprisingly, you see Peter only a few paces ahead, clearly with the same spidery instincts to persistently force him to follow them.

He glances over his shoulder and picks up his pace a little, hurrying out of school and down the street. It is the little glances over his shoulder as he hurries that make you laugh, wanting to pick up your pace more and more.

"Peter!" You hiss, jogging to catch up as he pushes through a back alley gate and breaks into a sort of run.

"Come on, (Y/l/n)!" He turns around so he's jogging backwards, his eyes focused on you.

You cock a brow and run at him, flipping over him and just about grazing his hair as you land in front of him, stopping his steps all together.

"Come on, Parker," You smirk and he looks at you with blinking eyes for just a second before breaking into a bold grin.

"So you got the same instinct?" He brings you back down to the task at hand, tugging at the shoes on his feet and reaching for his suit from the bag.

"Something like that," You nod before silently following his actions to change into the suit that matched his.

It made your heart flip a little when he was respectful enough to turn around as soon as you started to change, waiting with his eyes on the wall until you said anything more.

"You're good, Peter," You comment, pressing on the chest of your suit to fit it to your body.

"Oh yeah, yeah, well I just wanted to make sure I-" He scratches at the back of his neck, looking down to kick his feet against the ground.

"Peter?" You smile, waiting until he looks back up at you, "I appreciate it. Can we go now?"

He nods enthusiastically before hurrying to follow you down the rest of the corridor, following your trusty spidey sense to reach closer to your destination.

You two chase your way through the Brooklyn city streets to reach your desired destination and you instantly see the way Peter's demeanour changes.

"Vulture" He mutters under his breath and you instantly whip your head round to look at him, "I think I should handle this,"

"Are you kidding?" You scoff, "Tony's already told me everything,"

Peter goes to respond but it all happens too quickly as a bone shattering grip lifts you from the ground with no chance of avoidance.

"(Y/n)!" Peter screams, shooting his web towards the Vulture with no success.

Your legs kick viciously at the metal death clasp you were locked in, each movement being defeated by the overwhelming strength that consumed you.

You can't see your companion now, only hear the repetitive defeats in each of his attempts to save you. But you can feel yourself ascending, moving through the air without any orientation for where.

"Peter!" You yell and the ringing in your ears is almost enough to drown out the overwhelming strangled sound to your desperation.

He's chasing you but with no success. And then you're falling. Your agile body tearing freely through the still air at a pace you didn't want to imagine.

"No!" It's Peter's voice but you can't make out where it comes from before you plummet to the ground, smacking against the concrete in a deathly blow. Your ears sound with a mind blowing ring, one that you feel in every inch of your body. Your legs are being weighed down by an aching desire to remain still and prevent all possible movement. Your hair feels stickier against your hood with a pooling blood you were dreading to see.

"No, no, no, no," You hear Peter's voice repeating as he runs over to you, crouching down beside your still form to check upon your state. He's pulled back in a matter of seconds, ripping away from you with another deathly grip from Vulture. The enemy throws him to the side like discarded metal before powering over to you once again with sickening intent. You're lifted once more into his grip, whipping through the air again until you feel Peter's resistance - the web latching onto his metal structure and pulling back any strong movements that would drag you further away from him.

Your one arm is thankfully free this time, the Vulture's grip cold against your covered hands.

"Peter!" You scream like it is the only word you're capable of saying.

He focuses on you, web shooter directed at yours as they're both shot at the same time. In an odd moment of hopeful logic, your webs intertwine with enough force to direct fully at the Vulture, wrapping around him and the surprise loosening his grip instantly. And then you're falling again. This time into something that felt harsher than any concrete. You couldn't fall into the water. This goddamn suit wasn't made for water. But Tony was smart enough for web wings to be an invention. Their instant loyalty spreads from your sides, catching you in a drift with your body just inches from the body of water beneath you. You catch yourself through the air, drifting across the light wind and circling back round to the fight at hand.

The Vulture was backing away now, stumbling away from you and Peter before flying away. Neither of you had the insentive to follow. You knew he'd eventually return.

You drop your web wings, falling to the ground in a forward roll before letting your body slump against the warm concrete floor.

"Holy shit, (Y/n), are you okay?" Peter hurries to your side, his hand catching on your shoulders like he needed some contact to know you were actually there.

You groan and lift up your arm to tug the hood from your head, dropping your arm back to the floor, "I'm good,"

Peter pulls his hood off too, running a hand through his untamed locks, "No you're not,"

You frown at him and push up onto your elbows, "Honestly, I'm okay,"

"Let's just get you home," He nods, standing up and reaching his arms underneath your shoulders to lift you up.

It was an odd response. And even more odd was his silence on your entire journey home.

~~~

"Well? What the fuck happened?" Tony's voice is far too harsh for your ringing ears as you're slumped in a chair without any intention of having this conversation now.

"It was my fault sir. I should've been more cautious and I wasn't an-" Peter rambles, dropping his hands down to his sides, "And, like I said, it wasn't her,"

"No, don't do that Peter," You break in, shifting in the chair and trying your best to focus on the situation even with the ringing still in your ears, "I said I wanted to help,"

"Neither of you should be getting involved! I told you to stay out of it!" Tony snaps, head flicking between the two of you with an annoyingly fatherly irritation.

"And do what instead? Sit back and let the bad guys take over?" You laugh, "Yeah because I'm sure that's the motto you live by, Tony,"

Peter looks away from you in a moment you wanted him to support.

"I mean, come on! We're not just kids! We're spiderpeople or whatever shit name you want to give us," You let out an anger fueled laugh, "It's not your decision what we can and cannot do,"

"Peter, go home and take that goddamn suit off, I don't want to hear anything like this happening again," Tony waves him off.

Peter stands there for only a second before walking away. You expect him to at least look at you - nothing.

You go to stand up too, hoping to find a moment of prolonged peace away from Tony's fury fueled eyes.

"I didn't say you could go," Tony stops you, his stance relaxing despite his harsh tone, "What were you thinking?"

"Tony, we've been through this," You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing.

"No, no," He shakes his head, "I've heard Peter tell me it was him. I want to know why you were even close enough for the Vulture to get to you, hm?" You don't respond, "There are reasons why I want to keep you away from that, (Y/n) and there are reasons why you should listen,"

Again, silence.

"When I found you however many years ago, you were just a girl scared of why she could beat all of the older kids at arm wrestling. And why you suddenly ran faster than them and got these weird moments where you felt like some strange sixth sense was controlling you," He sighs, "I promised myself I'd protect you and teach you how to cope with those things that scared you. I did that, I really really tried and I did that. I had to learn how to be like a Dad and I-"

"Do you remember when I got my first period?" You laugh, "You locked me in your stupid basement thing with all of the suits and you bought out an entire shop of everything that could help. You were terrified!"

He chuckles and looks down at his feet, "I thought you'd have bad hormones!"

"How bad did you think they'd be?!" You exclaim and for a moment the two of you have a gentle laughter that settles into a welcome silence.

"I brought you here so you'd have someone other than me. So Peter could learn from you and you from him. I didn't expect you to go against me," Tony mumbles and its one of those statements that lets your heart drop faster than you did to that concrete.

You push yourself to stand up from the chair, "I'm sorry, I am. But I want to help. Just like you do, just like I should do. And Peter is a good guy and we work well together,"

Tony nods and clasps his hands in front of him, a typical businessman gesture that he still hadn't lost.

"But I'll speak to you about it next time, okay?" You clasp his shoulder and you're thankful that he can take a little bit of your weight in your weakened state.

"And tell me before you go on a date with Parker, alright?" He cocks a brow and you hit him with a gentle force.

"I'm leaving now," You say quickly, heading toward your room with intent to get away as quickly as possible.

~~~

You're laying on your bed with hope of absorbing as much information on exothermic and endothermic reactions as humanly possible but none of it seems to be working.

Your hand hovered over your phone beside you and you felt as though part of you was physically pulling toward messaging Peter.

'Are you struggling with this as much as I am?!'

You message it with an innocent photo of the spilling papers in front of you.

Wait. Wait. No response.

Okay, maybe you were exaggerating the wait.

'We can do it in the morning x'

You smile at his asssurance - that would probably mean he'd already completed it and he'd help you with the answers tomorrow. It is his next message that surprises you.

'Can you come round? I think we need to talk.'

~~~

(I really can't decide if I like this so please, more than ever, let me know your honest thoughts!!)

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