Spiderman (MCU) Preferences | Catching Them "Cheat"
Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, MJ Jones
Peter Parker
You were heading to the bridge as you finally somehow got away from the group of classmates. You were on a field trip for London and texted Peter to meet you on the bridge as you wanted some romantic alone time with him. Instead of being happy to see him waiting for you, you saw him with MJ. Kissing. You didn't hesitate to run off as he spotted you when he opened his eyes. He instantly ran towards you as you took a turn and hid behind a pillar. When he caught up, you kept trying to ignore him, talking over him whenever he spoke a word.
"Would you just stop and listen to me?!" Peter yelled, frustrated with your stubbornness. You let him speak as he never raised his voice before. He explained that she went in for a kiss and how he tried to pull her off but failed as she was holding his hands down. He didn't want to use his strength because with how bothered he was, he was afraid he might push her a little too far. He tried to pull away but you saw too early. You decided to accept his apology and reluctantly let him hold you in his arm. The day was spent on a prolonged date, whether it was while you were surrounded by your classmates or alone.
Ned Leeds
You were went by your teacher to send a paper over to the classroom right next to yours, knowing that your boyfriend was in it. However, when you opened the door, you saw Ned and Betty doing a lab together. Except she was doing more touching and then gave him a kiss on the cheek, while he showed nothing to get her off. He looked up only to see you dash out of the classroom, dropping the paper. Betty snickered and went back to smothering Ned. When you finally went back home after school, you saw Ned waiting by your doorstep with flowers. A part of you was confused as to how he got flowers so fast since it was a short distance from school until you saw Spiderman swinging from a distance. You realized that it was Peter who gave it to him. You walked up to your door, trying to ignore Ned while looking for the right key to fit the doorknob.
"Look, I am sorry but I didn't do anything. She was all over me and I got scared and couldn't even move. I freaked out and just please, believe me. You can even hit me if you want, whatever, just don't go. Please," he said as his voice started faltering at the end. You looked at him for the first time and met his eyes filled with pure regret. You hesitated but nodded as he handed you the bouquet of flowers and kissed you. You were still hurt but somehow, the sting lifted up a little. You spend the night together, holding each other in your arms.
M.J Jones
You were on the field trip to London and MJ had just texted you to come over to her room. You would have been roommates but the teachers were well aware of your relationship so they decided to keep you apart. When you opened the same door that she left unlocked for you earlier, you were met with MJ on the bed as Peter hovered over her. She met your eyes and you instantly ran off, thinking that it must have been some kind of a sick joke. You went to bed, crying as you heard some knocking on the door. Refusing to answer it, it faltered as you fell asleep. The next morning, you had gotten up early as it was time for the field trip to end and go back home. You almost got out of the lobby, scot-free of MJ and Peter until Peter came up to you with a sheet of paper in his hand.
"I know that what I did was messed up but I just wasn't thinking clearly. I kissed MJ and completely forgot about the two of you but she didn't kiss me back. I am really sorry about everything, (Y/N). MJ feels terrible and she wants me to give this to you," he handed the sheet as you started to read it.
"Hey (Y/N),
I know you hate me right now and I get it. I would hate me too if I were you. I didn't want to be kissed. I was going to push him off but then you came and I just froze. I tried to talk to you last night but you didn't answer the door so I went back. I get it if you don't want me anymore, I am sorry."
You spent the bus ride to the airport, alone in your thoughts. You concluded that you will give her another shot. Peter wasn't known for ever lying and so wasn't MJ. When you made it to the airport, you looked for MJ and didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around her. Even though it hurt and dampened your feelings a bit, you still loved her and wanted nothing but to be with her. The whole plane ride was joking and humouring yourselves about the Peter incident, taking off the edge and awkward tension between you two as time went on.
Imagine you and Spiderman being like Adrien and Bridget from ML
Summary: Incase y'all don't know wtf this prompt is— Basically it's [Name] with a crazy crush on Peter but he's either totally oblivious to it, un-purposefully ignore her, or is focusing on another girl. Meanwhile, he -as both spiderman and peter- completely falls in love with her hero alter ego albeit she shows no interest in Spiderman whatsoever. I got this idea after watching a bit of the Miraculous Ladybug original concept video and just had a sort of breakthrough. Anyways, on with the story.
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“Hey, Peter...” You scrambled to navigate through the sea of fellow classmen, desperate to catch up to your object of interest. He just wasn't hearing you, and that deeply plummeted your mood. Before you knew it, he was gone— Disappearing into the crowd probably never to be seen again until lunch classes.
Peter Parker, biggest geek in highschool. Always bullied, always harassed in ways you thought were impossible. He seemed like the type to keep his head low and live an honest normal life, but little did anyone have clue on about his contrasting alter ego— Spiderman. As said hero of Queens, Peter could do everything he couldn't do as an average teenager. Who knew red and blue spandex was the key to becoming famous?
You sighed as thoughts of Peter bubbled into your head and revolved without signs of stopping. His nerdish and oh-so dorky quirks were the center of your attention aside from his baby face. Not to admit it, but you were in love with the charmer like a mad puppy. But the thing is— He never took notice of you. Hell, he probably doesn't even know that you exist. The only time you two ever met gazes was during class switches, before school, in the middle of lunch, or after school. Other than that, you were a ghost pretty much.
Today was no different from the rest; besides there being the fact that a pair of tickets were in your left hands hold. They crumpled up when your grip increased tenfold, tears threatening to pour down your eyes. ‘This is so unfair.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Why is it that whenever I try to start something with him... Fate just doesn't allow it?’ Your heart fell heavy into your chest. People would call you callow or petty for thinking what you did, but the thing of the matter is that your crush has been the same since elementary school years and continued from there. There was no doubt in your mind that Peter Parker was the one for you.
But, then again, he doesn't even know who you are.
Thankfully, you had a way to change that.
“Hey, Peter!” This morning, you wasted no time in dashing and shoving anyone who dared to get in your way out of eyesight and tracked the chocolate haired boy to a more secluded part of the hallways. The both of you were panting a bit, tired from all of the post-exercise. “P-Peter... Parker...” You breathed out, hands on your knees. “I am... I'm...” Before you could continue on and let him know who you were, the bell rang. Whoopdy-effing-doo. Oh how you wanted to pummel your bad luck into a pulp. “Sorry, I gotta go... Maybe later?” He cringed a bit, aware of how inconsiderate he was being towards you.
With those words left in his wake on your mind, he hurried off to his next class. It took some moments to pass by until a more than visible red hue formed on your face in a horitonzal fashion. Your pair of hands raised to slap your cheeks and squish them in multiple different ways, meanwhile you wore the most lovesick expression you swore you could make without seeming like you were on drugs.
‘Maybe later, he said..’ You recited his words in your head over and over like a song. Small yelps and cheers of joy escaped your lips as the thought didn't cease to fade away. Step one to getting acknowledged was complete. Now if only you could—
“[Name], there's a robbery down at the city bank.” A robotisized voice rang through your left ear. You sighed heavily. “Uggghh. That's not my problem, Stein. Let the police handle it.” Your hand waved through the air. “It seems to be another one of Electro's heists.” “.... UGGGGHHH.” Getting to the city and back would put your last two periods to waste no doubt and you'd also lose a chance to go out and establish a bond with the apple of your eye. But after hearing that Electro was involved, you found that there was no other choice but to go out and do this. Besides, the cops wouldn't stand a chance against him.
‘I'm sorry Peter, you'll have to talk to me sometime later.’ You silently apologized to your crush in your mind, hoping that he would telepathically get your message. Afterwards, you ran into the nearest bathroom and then was seen jumping out the window into the street, except your attire had changed completely. Instead of being dressed down in the usual ‘[Name] wear’, a skin-tight bodysuit overtook you, a half of a face mask covering your face whilst a horn headband was slapped atop of your shimmering hair.
You hopped and skipped from building to building, the voice in your left earring continuing to speak. “There seems to be several hostages under his clutches. He seems to be anticipating the arrival of somebody... My bet is on you, [Name].” He hypothesized. “Oh put a damn sock in it.” You huffed.
After a few more leaps into the air, you skidded off the edge of a shop building and landed directly in the open circle of crowding people. They had instantly moved out of your way at your arrival, going into a state of indistinctive chattering. “I-It's Queen!” A man exclaimed, noticing you right away as you began to talk to a nearby police officer to get the scoop on what's going on.
Queen— Your alter ego hero self, affiliated with the avengers as a late bloomer type. Your powers consisted of shifting into anything solid along with a side of light generation from your hands. The shifting part of your ability allowed you to increase the speed of your cells, making your body seem as though it were gas, and slipping through solids without a problem. The other part is self-explanatory. To be quite frank, Queen was a alias that your supporting fans had made and you just went along with it, that name eventually sticking to you like glue and becoming your permanent hero name. Funny thing, really, cuz you were the Queen of Queens New York.
“I see,” You nodded at the information the cop divulged with you. “Thank you. Now please, stand back, it may get too hectic alright?” At your words the cop nodded, giving orders to back the people who crowded the front of the bank up. You jumped onto the top of the building, holding your breath and phasing through the roof. It took naught but a few seconds later for you to be landing perfectly on your feet, an all-too familiar laugh echoing from far away. The floors were wet. Oh how you've been through this song and dance one too many times before. “Stein, I need a heat signature scan all around if you don't mind.” You whispered into your earpiece.
“7 of them, each of them with their pulses fulctuating at rapid speeds.” The AI spoke. “He must've already pulled a stunt on them before the police arrived.” The first priority before moving on to Electro was to evacuate the premises of any remaininf victims. And that's exactly what you did. It was hard since most of them were all in different and difficult to reach places of the bank but the number was instantly knocked down to one left.
You scratched your head and thought aloud. “Where's the last one at...?”
“You mean, this body right here?” A menacing cackle interrupted, you turning your direction to whence it came from only to witness Electro standing a few feet away from you, hostage in a chokehold on his left arm. In the other arm was the occasional sack of cash that you were sure he wouldn't get away with. Your eyes rolled, unintentionally getting a glimpse of a familiar spandex wearing hero. He was new and all. Round of applause everyone, for the one and only Spiderman.
When he saw that you were staring directly at him, he waved, then making various hand motions that you somehow in god understood. Basically he was going to shoot a string of web at the hostage and hoist them up, stealing them from Electros grip and giving you chance to take the preemptive and just go wild— But also take caution into not destroying the place.
As Electro went on and on with his planned monologue, Spiderman used the chance for when his eyes were closed to not only shoot some web in his face as a stunning effect, but also managed to snag the hostage in one fell swoop. Two birds with one stone— Neat. “What is this substance on my face!?” Electro screamed, trying to claw it off but to no avail. You laughed at this scene. For some reason, Spiderman had the oddest feeling that he had recognized your voice from somewhere. After the fit of chuckles faded, you made sure to give your target such a hard two-piece, that Spiderman swore he saw some teeth flew out of his mouth.
‘Whoa...’ Was the only thing that crossed his mind. Despite your petite figure, you were strong enough to knock a grown man unconscious with just one slug? “You can take it from here, Spider-guy. I've got better things to do besides turning him in. You can do that on my behalf, right?” You yawned, making your way towards the south exit, away from the mob. “O-of course, miss Queen!” He hopped off the ceiling and landed to the ground, ensuring to web the now knocked out cold ‘threat’ up real good and give the police to bust in finally. Once they did, he trailed right after where he saw you leave, only to catch you flipping and twirling in the air with such haste.
Even behind the mask anyone could see the smile forming as his eyes lit up just from seeing you. Needless to say here, but he was all over you. A complete and utter fanboy who joined the wave after witnessing some viral videos of you committing deeds that he would usually perform.
“H-hey, wait up!” He called after you, tailing the direction you went. “Huh?” Feeling that call be directed to you, your head clocked round to see the same spiderboy from before, flipping onto a pipe in front of you. “Oh, you again.” Your expression deflated a slight bit at his presence. “What is it?” You asked, hoping to get him out of your hair quickly. “Oh, well, I-I, uhm...” He stammered over his words, taking in the beauty of yourself in whole as something to beheld. “Queen, your last period is almost closing. Be sure to wrap this up quickly.” Stein reminded you, causing a shrill screech to release from your parted lips. “CRAAAAPPP!!!!” You instantly turned your back towards Peter and took off without another word, disappearing into the city.
Spiderman just stood there, processing what had just transpired. This was rare. Well, him getting all tounge tied while underneath the mask he called Spiderman. Seemed like your charismatic charms overpowered his. Not like that wasn't to be expected — You were pretty cute if he'd have to agree with your thousands of rowdied fanboys and girls. Jeesh, he felt himself falling head over heels for you instantly.
“I'm here!” You exhaled, busting the door to your last period classroom. There was no reason for you to give a damn about all the eyes laid on you when you performed such an action. After all, “[Name] Stark. Just on time before the bell rings.” You were the daughter of the most famous idol in all of New York, so school imaging meant nothing.
As soon as the bell rang, you were in the hallways being swamped with the rest of your classmates. In the middle of all the traffic, a shoulder bumped into yours. “H-hey, what the hell—” Turns out, it was the absolute love of your life once again— Walking out of your eyesight and never to be seen again until tomorrow morning.
‘Dammit. I still had time and couldn't give him the tickets.’ You mentally pouted with that curse.
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Idfk if y'all want me to tag y'all in pt.2, but I'm making a part.2 just for your information
So uh… Really nervous to write this and share it with everyone, but thank you for reading. Enjoy!
Warnings: uh… abuse? Depression, slightly? Cursing, attack… I’ve never been to New York, so bear with me on my inexperience please!
Outline: Peter Parker saves you. Spiderman too. And as you grow closer to the two, you make a few connections. Is the same boy who dragged you out of your depression the same masked savior of the city?
summary → just a soft and cute lil headcanon of things peter parker would do if he was your boyfriend
authors note → it’s currently five in the morning and took me about 8 hours to edit this mainly cuz my internet is absolute garbo. ya girl is WIPED.
words → a lot. i didn’t realize how much and was like dang em wtf??
bringing you snacks at school ALL THE TIME
it varies from fruit, cookies, and your fav candy
he’d go up to your locker and be like
“hey so remember that time you told me that you like the little baby oranges? the ones called cuties? well..i brought you some…cuz you’re a cutie.”
peter would freaking put them in a little baggie and write your name on it in sharpie with a messy heart and a smiley !!
“y/n :) <3″
when aunt may baked something sweet, like cookies or brownies he’d make sure to put some aside for you and bring them to you the next morning
“something sweet for my really sweet and cool girlfriend :) - p.p.”
bringing you water bottles EVERY DAY cuz u forget to and he wants you to stay hydrated and healthy <3
he’d also write your name on the bottles with cute little messages
something like, “stay hydrated, cutie :-) <3″
whenever you’d go to his place, he’d already have your favorite candy that he got from the corner store earlier that afternoon
but peter being peter, he’d snatch half of your gummies
“peter quit taking all my gummies!”
“hey, i bought them so it’s only fair that i eat some too!”
he literally eats almost all of them every single time
usually leaving about three for you
being in the same class with peter and sitting next to him has its perks
like during long lecture days peter would hold your hand under the table the ENTIRE TIME with his free hand
it was his way of letting you know that he was still there
he’d rub small little circles with the pad of his thumb, making your cheeks turn pink
sometimes he’d even randomly poke your cheek in the middle of a lesson if he was bored
peter would have the cutest little smile cuz he knew it made you shy and adored it so much
it made peter feel so soft and fuzzy
there’s no doubt peter would write cute little messages on your notebook
something really short and kinda lame but also cute like “you look cute today :)”
sometimes he’d put “peter wuz here :)”
let’s not forget this boy trying to be funny by making it seem like spider-man wrote you a message
“hey, y/n! peter’s told me A LOT about you. you seem like a cool gal! p.s. i suggest you buy peter those sour gummies he likes after school today. stay in school. - your friendly neighborhood spider-man”
“i’m not buying you sour gummies you probably won’t even share, peter.”
you bought him the gummies.
and this boy would be whiney as hECK if you try and take a peek at what he was writing
“i’m not done yet, don’t look!!”
when he finally let you look he was all giddy and proud of himself
but what he wrote was literally just “hi. you have pretty eyelashes. :)”
you didn’t like to admit it but of course you ended up blushing like mad
and not to mention he’d also full on sketch pictures
the avengers
stick figures of you and him with messy hearts all around
he would even attempt to draw your favorite animal
“that’s a pretty cool duck, pete.”
“wha - it’s a koala.”
“right.”
as much as you found his drawings to be adorable, the majority of the time it kept you from finishing your assignment
“peter please i’m trying to finish my worksheet.”
“but babe isn’t my sketch of me fighting with the avengers super cool just look!!”
this boy would not be able to keep qUIET
ALL he wanted to do was talk to you
you guys would be doing independent work but be allowed to sit next to each other
and he’d move to the back of the class and sit next to you
“heyy, y/n, y/n, guess what?”
“what is it peter?”
“….you’re pretty.”
of course you’d blush like mad and it would make this boy so giddy and happy
one thing about peter parker is that he is CLINGY
very soft and clingy boy
seriously if you didn’t talk to him for five seconds so you could focus on homework this boy would get so pouty
he’d like poke your sides or shoulders repeatedly and have this soft little pout on his lips
and there is no doubt that this boy LOVED it when you played with his hair
he would rest his head on your lap and look up at you with a shy little smiley that pretty much asked you sweetly to play with his hair
you’d have one hand playing with his hair while the other peter would be holding and sorta be fiddling with your fingers as he quietly hums to himself
whenever peter was tired, aka all the time, he’d rest his head on your shoulder during class and snooze for a lil bit :))
if you guys were on the subway or something his automatic move was to rest his head on your shoulder
and of course peter would let you do the same
peter parker was a hoe for holding hands
during the early stages he would be way too shy to just grab your hand
so for a couple of weeks he’d just ask
“hey is it cool if we hold hands?”
“oh, yeah it’s cool for me.”
“cool. thanks.”
then one day, he just laced his fingers with yours when you were at his place watching a movie
you both were so shy and couldn’t stop smiling <3
after that he would either hold his hand out for you or just grab it and lace his fingers with yours
you two would basically always be holding hands
during class which was usually under the table because neither of you wanted to get caught
on the train to school especially if it was too crowded and you’d get anxious peter would rub small circles on the back of your thumb
one thing peter did that you adored a lot was when he held your hand to his heart or his cheek after he kisses it a few times
it made you so freaking mushy
during really long bus rides to decathlon competitions, you’d be all sleepy and resting your head on peters shoulder while he rubs small little circles on the back of your hand to help you fall asleep
if you guys weren’t holding hands, there would still be some form of a sweet touch
when you’re tensed up or feeling a little shy, peter rubs your lower back or your shoulder softly
lots and lots of cute kisses
temple kisses !!
hand kisses
shoulder !! kisses
kisses on the top of your heAd
freaking !! forehead !! kisses !!
peter was also one hundred percent convinced that hugs solved every single problem
like this boy LOVED hug
“peter, my head hurts so much.”
he’d drop everything he was doing before and pull you into a warm hug while he sways a little and kisses your head repeatedly
"y/n i got a bad grade on my geography quiz, can you please give me a hug?”
“i’m bored, pete.
"oh, okay let me hug you then .”
“babe mr. stark doesn’t think i’m ready to be an avenger, can you please come over and give me a hug for like twenty minutes? :/”
“on my way.” <3
first thing peter does when he sees you at school or something is hugs you
one time he even tried picking you up and freaking twirling you around because he thought it was a romantic movie scene
but homeboy got hella dizzy, making the two of you fall
“well, i guess you can say i fell for you.” he tries winking but just blinks
peter parker can’t fucking wink to save his life
peter also loves being a little shit butthead and taking candid photos of you
you guys would be studying in his room and he’d secretly just take a ton of pics simply because he thought you looked cute
a lot of the times he put effort into the photos and you looked really nice but you also had no idea when he’d be taking them so you’d be completely shocked
“peter what the heck when did you take this one of me?”
“aw i remember that time we went to central park you looked so pretty in that shirt!!”
but he’d also capture really dorky and awkward pictures of you
like you’d be making a weird face and he’d capture it and be all giggly
“hey look it, babe, haha you look so dorky.”
it was a freaking picture of you mid sentence and you looked all weird with your mouth open and one eye closed
he’d also be the type to take snaps of you when you weren’t looking and zoom in all the way
say you were like talking to him about something and you’d realize he was recording mid sentence and get all shy
“yeah so i don’t know what happened but i tripped over my own feet a- oh my god, peter stop it !!” you’d cover your cheeks with your hands as peter starts giggling all cute :’))
you’d be like bopping your head to a song playing and he’d of course capture it, zooming into your face all the way
peter parker notices the little things about you and it is the sweetest, most adorable thing ever
seriously if you wore your hair a different way he’d notice
“oh, you braided your hair— it looks so pretty!!”
“is that a new shirt? i like it. it’s a really nice color on you.”
“did you polish your nails a different color? it looks cute.”
“aw you got a new backpack, cool babe!!“
"hey, did you change your perfume scent? i like it. i mean i like any scent but this smells nice too!”
“did you get new lip gloss?”
“those are different shoes, huh? i like them.”
“you straightened your hair? cute.”
“oh how pretty you put your hair up in messy bun, or whatever you call it, aww!!”
the freaking nicknames
you guys would just call each other by your names in the early stages for a while because you’re way too shy
sometimes peter would call you a dork if you did something cute or he’d casually say it
“what’s on your mind, dork?”
“you’re my number one goofball.”
“thanks, dork.”
and you’d of course call him pete, even before you started dating
but one time peter called you babe on accident and you freaked the heck out but it stuck after that
the nicknames just kept adding on after that
peter occasionally called you ‘my love which made you turn pink very often and grow shy, which he adored so much
he loved making you shy, even though he was pretty timid himself
when he was “mad” at you he’d often call you butthead
“peter, are you mad at me?”
“duh, you butthead. come cuddle me.”
but when you called him pretty boy or peteylove, it was a whole other story
this boy is SHY ™
he turns pink very easily <3
when he’s shy he usually ducks his head like a lil cUTIE and is all whiney n giggly
“stoppp, i’m not supposed to be shy.”
peteylove’ was more of a dorky meme nickname, mainly just a joke, but it always made this boy blush and you adored it
but when you called him peaches or pretty boy he’d be a blushing, shy mess
oh my gOD peter freaking cups your cheeks randomly and just ends up giggling like a dork !!!
making out is kinda awkward cuz peter is like holy crap i don’t wanna hurt you or make you uncomfortable
but you guys do it anyway and it’s so passionate and sweet
he’d give you so many sweaters of his that you’d lose count
“i thought you already gave me this one, pete.”
“honestly i dunno just take it you’ll look pretty.” cue you blushing, like mad
also he’d give you some socks if it was cold :’))
he’d always want to bake with you or cook even though he sucks and always eats half the cake batter after you told him countless times that it would give him a stomach ache
“don’t even whine peter i told you it would make your stomach hurt.”
“butthead.”
he’d be cliche af and while you’re trying to stIR thE fReaKiNg paStA he’d rest his chin on your shoulder and kiss it multiple times
“go away or no pasta.”
sending you random texts like all the freaking time cuz he’s a dork
they’d consist of pick up lines or random conspiracy theories
“hey, are you ariel? cuz i think we mermaid for each other.”
seriously these texts would be at 2 am and it’s like the fuck peter go to bed bYE
he’d have your notifications on so every time you posted a selfie on insta he’d be the first to comment and like
when he wasn’t he’d ask you to repost it
“wait i was the second one to comment can u repost it?”
the dedication™
never shutting up or hiding the fact that you’re the prettiest thing to him in the entire world
“my girlfriend is super duper pretty, everyone!!!”
“peter, please you’re gonna bump into that tree.”
“wow my girlfriend is so delicate and soft i’m so luc — !!” he fucking bumps into the tree.
someone should take peters phone away because all he does is send random and sweet emojis to you
flower emojis, heart emojis, sparkles
it’s obnoxious but cute at the same time and it’s not like he can help it because he is so !!! lucky !!!
you’re the one person who will listen to him ramble about star wars or science and it makes his heart !!!! freaking explode cuz holy crap someone listens to him and doesn’t think he’s weird !!!
he’d name a star after you but it would be named “dork” or something lame
this boy never stops staring at you
he has his chin rested in the palm of his hands (showcasing his cute little chin dimple that i oh so love !!!) and has a twinkle in his pretty brown eyes
“what is it?”
“you have a cute nose :)).”
really really wants to like the same things you do and asks you questions about your favorite books and even asks to borrow them !!<3 :)
you make him playlists of your favorite songs and he loves it so so much
whenever it’d be silent in a room, he’d look over to you and stick his tongue out :)))
always walking you to class and gives you a hug every single time
“wait babe i didn’t hug you yet don’t leave.”
every day after school he waits by your locker and walks you home even though he has spidey duties. he wants his girl to be safe :))
dreads aunt may having to drive you guys to every date cuz she embarrasses the heck outta him
he gets all pouty and shy but as soon as you hold his hand he smiles cuz that’s his girl !!!!
sharing headphones on the bus/train rides while his hand is rested on your knee
gets hella sad when it’s the weekend and you guys can’t hang out
but when you’re able to facetime or talk on the phone this boy is so giggly and happy !!! cuz you’re his sweet girl !!!
you always compliment his hair or his eyes and he just get so so so flustered and giddy
his face scrunches up and you cup his cheeks this boy gets flUsteRD
whenever you don’t smile he does something super dorky on purpose just so you smile and he’s so in love and haPPY <3 <3
Working on a science project with a very in love Peter Parker:
Initially being annoyed that you were paired with him because your best friend was in the same class. He seemed like fun though so you weren’t to mad.
Him stumbling over his words all the time
At first you thought he was being patronising because he would always praise when you got something right. Turns out he’s just a very happy and encouraging soul.
Getting along really well
Finding out he likes most things that you like
Solving long equations together (although you could’ve sworn he was purposely not talking just to hear your voice)
Volunteering to take it home and finish it
Him arguing and saying he’d do it
Rambling… so much rambling from the pair of you.
Catching Ned winking at Peter and then nodding towards you
“What was that about?”
“What was what about?”
“That.”
“What’s that?”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m asking you.”
“What?”
“That!”
The pair of you bursting out laughing
Growing close to him
Asking for his number
He was so excited
“Of course, text me and you can come round to mine. To study! Obviously I wasn’t insinuating that we... to finish the project.”
You went to each others houses
Ned also joined you two
You’re pretty sure he said he was a “third wheel” but it was a mumble.
The project was amazing by time you had finished it
When you had to present the project you had to do it alone because he left you (to be Spider-man)
Being more upset then mad at him
Ignoring his texts
Peter showing up at your house with flowers which were dead and majority of the petals fallen off
Requested – Yes. Thank you guys for all the support for this fic.
Prompt – Peter tries to win (Y/N) back but there are complications along the way.
Warning – Angsty vibes that can cause anger and teenage rebellion.
Words – 1,461.
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Part 1.
Peter’s Point of View.
Regret is common feeling of despair over an event that has occurred in a person’s life and they wish they could take back their actions. Trust me when I say that I am very familiar with the feeling of regret. Everyday I am reminded that I am the reason why my Uncle Ben died. I could have done something to change the outcome, but yet I was a pawn in his death. I try coping with it on a daily basis, but every now and then I get a little emotional thinking about what could have been.
Now I have two occasions in my life that I would like to change and if you ask me, that is one too many. The way I like to think about is that one of them I can fix and that meant winning back (Y/N). I mean I don’t think it could be that hard because we have had fights before and she always forgave me. Especially when I lied to her about being Spiderman.
Except this time it’s different because she seemed genuinely pissed off. I am worried that she won’t take me back and I wouldn’t blame her because I was an authentic asshole. Honestly, I am just hoping for a miracle because I know that I said some hurtful words to (Y/N). I told her that I didn’t love her anymore and that makes me hate myself.
Why did I ever doubt my love for her? I felt it all along but I was so curious about the different types of things that I can experience. It also could possibly be the fact that Liz Allen is giving me attention and she is one of the most beautiful girls at Midtown High. But Liz is nothing compared to (Y/N). (Y/N) is not drop dead gorgeous but she’s perfect to me. She’s always been there for me even when I was a loser. I know that I said she was all I know and that I wanted to experience what life had to offer, but I realized that (Y/N) is all I need to know and I want to experience the world with her instead.
“I can’t believe you fucked up that badly, Pete.” Ned Leeds, my best friend, shook his head as he closed his locker. “And Liz isn’t even that great. That skirt she wore with that top didn’t even match.”
“Ned, the other day you said she was a fashion goddess so don’t try to pull that shit with me.” I argued with him as he rolled his eyes grabbing the straps to his backpack as we headed towards the cafeteria to eat lunch.
“Have you even seen (Y/N)? I haven’t seen her all day.” Ned questioned as he made a left turn into the lunchroom getting into the line.
“I’ve caught glances of her but she seems to avoiding me.” I sigh loudly as I think of what I am going to do to win her affection again.
“Huh? I wonder why.” Ned sarcastically replied as I grabbed a tray for the food I was about to collect.
“I don’t need your sass today, Ned. I just want some ideas on how to win her back.” I grabbed a pudding cup and a disgusting sandwich calling it good as we headed towards our normal lunch table.
“I hope you come up with those ideas quick because it seems to me that Flash is already taking advantage of the fact (Y/N) is single.” Ned nodded his head over to the popular kids and my eyes trailed over to (Y/N). She was laughing at something Flash said even though he is a complete imbecile. (Y/N) hated him like a week ago. What the fuck is she doing flirting with him?
Not processing what was going on, I rushed over to their table angrily. I was gritting my teeth when I heard the two of them talking about going to the movies together this weekend. I can’t believe she is moving on this quickly.
“Hey Parker. What do you want?” Flash smirked at me as soon as he saw me stop by their territory. (Y/N) glimpsed in my direction but she rapidly scooted farther away from me.
“Wondering why you’re talking to my girlfriend.” I responded and finally (Y/N) made a noise.
“Girlfriend? Sorry but last time I checked I’m single and I am allowed to talk to anyone I want.” (Y/N) remarked crossing her arms together and that got Flash to chuckle.
“If I were you Parker, I wouldn’t have ever let this girl go. She sure is something. So I’ll meet you at the movies this Saturday right?” Flash asked to confirm their plans and (Y/N) smiled.
“I wouldn’t miss it.” Flash sincerely grinned at (Y/N) and for a moment, I thought maybe I should let them be for a while. But, I’m not that nice of a guy to let go what I want. Flash walked away and (Y/N) turned her attention towards me glaring.
“(Y/N), I didn’t mean what I said the other day. I do love you; the words aren’t empty like I thought they were. Lately, I just have had a hard time filling the words with love because of all the things that have been going on with my life.” I tried to reason out with her but (Y/N) was not easy to convince.
“Peter, I want to understand you and I do but that does not give you the right to declare my own feelings for you. Also, it hurt when you said that you wanted to experience new people. It made me think I wasn’t good enough for you.” (Y/N) mumbled incoherently as tears made its way out of her eye.
“You are good enough for me. In fact, you may be more than that. I don’t want to experience new people. All I want to do is experience life with you!” I exclaimed as I moved into the seat next to her.
“All I want to do is take you back right now, but I know that you’re just doing this because you feel guilty. You don’t want to regret anything after Uncle Ben died. You don’t mean any of the words you’re saying right now. You don’t love me anymore, Peter. You just love the idea of trying to make amends before it’s too late.” (Y/N) informed me and I started shaking my head. That wasn’t the case, I love her I know it.
“No, that’s not true! I love you, (Y/N). My guilt has nothing to do with us.” I insisted.
“You said so yourself that a lot of things are going on with your life right now so that does affect our relationship and you know that.” Damn (Y/N) for being so smart using my own words against me. “I’m a reminder of your past and I know that you want to experience a new person because they can be your key to forgetting about your problems. I can’t say I blame you, Peter. Go pursue Liz. I know you want to. I saw the way you looked at her when we were together. Michelle even saw it.”
“Your best friend hates me, (Y/N)! She would say anything just so she can come between us!” I shouted as (Y/N) put her hand on my arm.
“Don’t cause a scene, Peter. Stop changing the subject. You know what I’m saying is true. We both need to find new people and experience life without each other. You’re right. We are all we know.” For once in my life, I wish (Y/N) didn’t agree with me. I had said all of these words and I’m regretting everything because (Y/N) uses her knowledge to fight her battles and right now, her only thoughts are the phrases that I used to hurt her.
“Please, (Y/N). Don’t do this.” I started crying with (Y/N) and I didn’t care. I had to show her that I’d be an emotional wreck if she leaves me.
“I have to do this, Peter. For me and for you. Don’t think of this as a goodbye, we can find each other someday if we are truly meant to be and we’re finally done discovering other people. I love you. Don’t ever forget that.” (Y/N) stood up and gave a small wave as she walked away.
Walked away from me and my broken heart.
Should I make this into a series or end it at Part 3?
Part 4... the final part! Please, don’t be mad at me, I hope your hearts can handle the emotion in this one!
Warnings: Slight Infinity War Spoilers, curse words... drama... mild sex mention, not too much. PLEASE don’t kill me.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Words: 5,000!
Begin!
...then he over-dramatically launches off into the tale of how he became the great Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman.
That night, you sat on your bed, curled up in a ball, wide awake. Your nerves wouldn’t allow you to sleep as you mulled over everything that had just happened. So... Peter Parker was Spiderman. Spiderman was Peter Parker... How is that even possible? You felt a whirlwind of emotions as you sought under your quilts, the sky growing lighter as time passed.
You were angry because Peter was putting himself in danger, but you were also happy, because he was doing something so good. He was fighting for the little people. You were also flattered that you had caught his attention, and that he had saved you, but you were also scared... scared, because you could get hurt. Either from losing him, or through him, you were terrified. And you had no one else to confide in, besides Peter. You sigh, rubbing your tired eyes, your head throbbing.
Why couldn’t he just be a cute, simple teenage boy? Why did he have to be a genetic mutant with Spider-powers? So many thoughts and conflicts rifled through your head, you couldn’t even keep track of them. You grumble sourly to yourself, “thanks a lot, Peter.”
Damn him for being so cute, and sweet, and funny, and amazing and everything else that he is. Flashes of his dark hair, reflecting the golden light or the streetlamps appear in your mind... his dark eyes focused on you, his lithe figure crouched on the building’s ledge, teetering the ridge, that taunting grin teasing his lips. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, it looked so soft. You wanted to hold him, to kiss him- wait, kiss?
You blushed as you though of kissing him... you had never kissed anyone before. You were a shy, awkward teen, you didn’t even have any male friends... until now. Your heart raced faster as you thought about his soft lips pressing against your own, how he would taste and smell, how his body would feel against yours, holding you, caressing you.
The first rays of light set the dull walls of your room on fire, and you shuffle out of bed, lumbering around as you get ready for school. As your body went through the motions of your daily routine, your mind wandered to what Peter had told you.
Apparently, there were bad guys that were selling these weird alien weapons, from the attack on New York, back in like, 2012. Chitauri, or something like that. And, according to what he discovered, after he accidentally trapped himself in a high security weapons bunker- owned by the government- he had a better look at his enemy. Some creeper that flew around disguised like a giant Vulture.
Since your mom couldn’t afford television, you hadn’t heard about Spiderman’s heroic appearance to save the Midtown High students from the freak malfunction in the National Monument. Of course, you yelled at him for that, because of the little Chitauti Power glowy thingy, and also for putting himself in danger.
“(Y/N), that’s my job! Besides, Ned and the others would have died!” Peter had defended himself after you chewed him out about the Monument incident.
“Still! Please, be careful, Peter, for me.”
“Okay, I will, I promise.”
And he even came crying to you, after the incident with the Ferry, when Stark took his fancy suit back, completely destroying Peter. You’d held him while he cried, and you two spent the night eating ice cream on the roof, curled up in your quilts, distracting yourselves for the whole night. That was your favorite night. You’d wanted to kiss him so badly...
As you you open the door of your home to leave, a clenched fist hovers in front of your face, the knuckles turned to where the door used to be. You look up, only to glower at the person before you.
Your father.
“Hey, baby, I was uh,” he chuckles, putting his hands in his pockets, “I was just about to knock. Can I come in?”
“Why are you here?” You tense up, watching him carefully. He had on a strange leather jacket, and he shifts around in it, trying to look around you.
“I just need to talk to your mom, kiddo, she’s not answering my calls.” His brow creased in worry as he observed the empty apartment.
“I think she’s at work.” Come to think of it, you hadn’t actually seen your mom in a few days. You’d just assumed that she’d been at work, or passed out in her room.
“Sweetie, can you come with me? I’m worried something may have happened to her.”
“Wait, you mean you actually care? You still have a heart?”
“(Y/N), not now. You can yell at me all you want, after we find your mom, okay?” He reaches forward, grabbing onto your shoulders, his thumbs pressing hard into your skin.
You pause for a moment, eyeing him up and down. “Okay... sure.” He nodded thankfully, and pulled your from the doorway. You had enough time to lock it before he pretty much dragged you down the hallway, and to his fancy little car.
His phone rang, and he picked it up, talking gibberish to the other guy. Not that you cared to pay any attention to it. Instead, you pulled out your own phone, texting Peter- he’d given you his humber last night. You tried to keep the blush off your cheeks.
Hey, Peter, it’s (y/n).
You wait for a response. It takes a few minutes.
Hey, (y/n), wat’s up? I thought u said u didn’t really get on ur phone at school?
uh...my dad is here, i’m not in school... mom is missing
Oh no! Is ther anything i can do to help?
I dont think so, unless u have a tracker or something... u don’t, do u?
Kind of... I have conections, (y/n), I’ll help any way I can
Thanks Peter
“Who are you texting?” Your father’s voice startles you, and you click your phone off, tucking it in your pocket.
“A friend... I was checking to see if they’d seen mom around. No luck.” You respond curtly, staring forward.
“Is this friend a boy?”
“Dad, please, don’t. You don’t get to have this kind of talk with me. You lost that privilege when you left me behind, because I was a burden. Remember that? Yeah, I thought so.” You cross your arms over your chest, your ears growing warm as your grow angrier.
Your father exhales slowly, his grip tightening on the wheel. Nothing else was said as he drove you... wherever he was taking you.
**********
Turns out, your mother had drank herself into the middle of the road, and got bumped by a car. She was suffering from some slight amnesia, which is why she hadn’t called anyone yet. She was fine, and the police were just waiting for somebody to come sign her out, although she was in a lot of trouble. Turns out, drunkenly stripping in the middle of the road is actually a crime.
The ride back to your apartment was awkward and quiet, and all you wanted to do was run away. You could cut the tension with a knife. Mom may have not’ve remembered your phone number, but she certainly remembered your father. Even if she were brain dead, she would remember.
You had to help her up the stairs, she still suffered from dizzy spells, and she had a sprained ankle to make things more complicated. A few cuts and scraps, a sprained ankle, and bruises everywhere, she was almost okay. Almost. When everyone was back in the apartment, you guided your mother to her room, and tucked her into bed. Her room was dark and smelled slightly of B.O., and was littered with empty bottles and... was that a bong in the corner?
The woman practically passed out the minute she was on the bed, and you quietly shut the door, turning to face your father, where he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.
“You can leave now. You’ve done you weekly humanly deed. You can go back to your perfect rich life.” You plop down on the couch, pretending to busy yourself on your phone.
Ugh, help. Awkward convo with dad... plz save me. You text Peter, hoping that maybe he could guide you away, and spare you the presence of your father.
I waz already omw ;), he responds, and you hide your smile by biting your lip.
“Baby, please, look at me.” He’d removed his jacket, and was now sitting beside you, his button-down shirt surprising you. Where were the holey old T-shirts with cheesy slogans? “I have something to tell you.”
“Are you about to plea for forgiveness? Do you want to come crawling back? Do you want me to forget what you did, so we can go on daddy-daughter dates, and everything can be like it was supposed to be?” You glare at him, and your eyes begin to burn. No, no, no... don’t cry!
“(Y/N), please, just hear me out,” his elbows were on his knees, hands out in front of him, “I didn’t leave. Your mother kicked me out, made me leave. You were barely nine at the time, there’s no way you could remember... all those times that you were at your Grandmother’s, we were in court. I was fighting to have custody over you, I did everything I could. I begged your mother, I promised her everything I owned, if I could only have you. I promised that I would find better work, earn more money... but she won. The judges assumed that the child would be safer with the mother. And so I lost you.”
He reaches for your hand, and you freeze, unsure of what to do, of what to say. Do you believe him? Did he really do that?
“I got a big break with my job, starting making big money, and I tried bribing your mom into letting me see you more often, but she refused. She told me she’d take good care of you, if I gave her checks every week, and so I have been, every week. She always said you were doing great, that you had so many friends, you were getting back into art... I guess she was lying. I did everything I could to see you, to find you, even from a distance, but she did a very good job at hiding everything that has been going on here. I’m so sorry, baby, please, believe me. I know it’s hard, and it’s confusing, but you’re fifteen now, you can choose who you live with, if we go back to court. You can come stay with me, and my wife, and you can be happy and free. You can hate me all you want, (y/n), but please... I just need you to believe me.”
Your head spun and pounded as you tried to register everything he was saying. A single tear trailed down his cheek, but you didn’t move. It all added up, the way your mother acted, how she managed to keep their apartment, despite her lack off employment... why she never let you speak to your father, why she hated you so much... why she turned you to hate your father. It explained so much, and yet nothing at the same time.
“I’m about to get the biggest deal of my life, it will have us all set, I could even buy the judge. You can be happy, and you’ll never have to worry about anything, I promise!” Your father begged you, patting your back, trying to gauge your reaction, your answer.
A soft knock interrupted the moment, and you thanked Peter for showing up. You needed space, an escape. You needed time to think, distance.
“We’ll talk about this later. In the meantime, please... think about it. And call me when you decide on an answer.” He stands, grabbing his jacket, and laying down at little white card that had his name and phone number on it. He walks over to the door, opening it.
“Hello... who are you?”
As you peeked around your fathers shoulder, you eyed Peter up and down. His face was oddly pale, and his jaw was tightly clenched, the muscles flexing along arms as he clenched his fists, quickly hiding them behind his back.
“Uh Sparker-Speter-Parker… Peter Parker, sir.” Peter stumbles over his own words, lisle beads of sweat gathering on his hairline, his eye zeroed in on the man standing before him.
“Dad, he’s my friend,” you step around your father to grab Peter by his arm, to pull him into the apartment. He doesn’t even budge. “Peter, why are you being weird?”
“Uh, gas, I think. I think we’ll have to cancel our hang out plans, (y/n), I think I need to go home..” his voice wavered as his eyes flickered over to your visage.
“If you’re not feeling good, how about I give you a ride home?”
“Dad, please, if you’re going to interrogate him, please do it while I’m here. I can’t have you chase him away.” You glare at your father, but he didn’t even look at you.
“No, that’s alright sir, I can walk, honestly, I think the sandwich I ate on the way here just doesn’t agree with me.” Peter tried to turn away to leave, but your father called after him.
“I can’t just let some kid walk home, besides, it’s dark outside, and it’s dangerous-“
“Dad, he can handle himself-“
“(Y/N) will join us. Besides, I’d feel awful if I left her here with nothing for dinner.” Of course, you wouldn’t be able to see it, but your father’s eyes narrowed at the kid in the doorway, as the man tried to recognize where he’d heard that voice from before.
Eventually, Peter agreed, and you huffed out the doorway, grabbing Peter’s arm as you left your apartment. Your mother shouldn’t wake up for a while, after all, she was on various different pain medications. Now with Peter sitting at your left in the back of your father’s car, you stared out the window. It was silent at first, until your father spoke up.
“So, Pete- I can call you Pete, right?” Silence. “Anyways, how did you guys meet? At school?”
“No, Dad, he goes to Midtown High,” you answer for the boy. He was gripping onto the door handle as if his life depended on it. Why was he acting so weird? His gaze never leaving your father.
“Thanks, Peter.” Your father glared at you through the rearview mirror, before flashing you that old grin, like he’d always used to. “I knew you were a smart kid when I saw you, Peter. Bet you’re in that Decathalon Team, too, huh? My step daughter is on it, she goes to Midtown as well.”
You ignored the stabbing pain in your heart as your father mentioned a second daughter. Even if she wasn’t her blood father, she still knew what it was like to be raised by a loving dad, and not an abusive mother. How dare he run off to have a perfect life, and leave you behind in hell, and then magically pop back into your life, expecting you to forget everything.
“Uh, no sir, I-I wasn’t in the elevator… luckily… I-I was on the ground, with another friend of mine.” Peter’s timid voice pulled you out of your angered haze, and you forced yourself to listen to them.
“Well, that’s good. Good thing Spiderman came to the rescue though, huh?” The balding man’s eyes flickered up to the mirror behind him, “good old Spiderman.”
Peter gulped, and you peek a glance at him. He turns to face you, petrified. You furrow your brows at him, as if to ask what was wrong, but he just shakes his head. You flash your phone at him, and he looks down at his own.
U okay?
Not now. Later.
…okaaaay
“Well, (y/n), here we are,” your father states as he pulls into a parking spot in front of a small store, “here’s some cash. I figured you’d want to pick out your food?”
“Thanks. C’mon, Peter.” Motioning for Peter to follow, he reaches for the car handle, when your father speaks up.
“No, I want to take to him, okay? I promise I won’t scare him off.” Your dad turns to look at you, and you sigh, nodding your head. You evacuate the vehicle, heading into the store to get something to eat.
If only you knew what your father was saying to the poor boy. You prayed Peter would still want to be around you, afterwards. You felt completely, drained as you tried to process everything that was happening. It was all coming at you so fast… you just didn’t get it. Why now? Why did your father decide to come back now?
************
You were now back in your apartment, seated on the couch, staring at your phone, waiting for a response from Peter. It had been hours since he’d last texted you, and even longer since you and your father had left him in front of his apartment. You tap your feet nervously, picking at your cuticles, your skin clammy as you panicked.
I’m sorry, (Y/N), I’m sorry.
What the fuck did that mean?!?!? What did your father say to him?? You were angry and sad and confused, billions of thoughts running across your mind and you scrambled to avoid the inevitable. Were you losing Peter? It’ not like you father was dangerous… he was just different. You suppose he could be a little intimidating, at times, but could he really be scary enough to chase away the one good thing in your life?
You run your fingers through your hair, screaming internally, before jumping toy our feet, pacing the house. Your mother was snoring loudly, and a clock ticked loudly on the cracking walls, but other than that, the house was silent. It was maddening. Your hand slides down your face, wiping away the dew that was gathering on your skin. It was late, so maybe Peter had just gone to bed? Maybe he was with Ned? Or, maybe he was out saving somebody. After all, he is Spiderman, he did have hero duties to tend to.
You nibble at your cuticles nervously, and you eventually retire to your room, hoping that you might, in case of a miracle, be able to get some sleep. Oh no... what if he as dying? What if he was injured from fighting crime, and he thought to send you one last message before dying... oh my god. Instantly, your heart pounded in your chest even harder.
And it just about exploded when you heard a light rapping on your window. You scream, jumping up, grabbing the thing nearest to you, to use as a weapon, which happened to be a... hairbrush.
“It’s just me,” Peter groans, holding one of his hands up in defense, the other clutched his stomach. You grasp, dropping the brush and bolting over to him, ignoring that adorable smile.
“What happened to you?” He was wearing a strange downgrade from his original suit, and he was covered in small cuts and bruises. Your hold his face gently in your hands, scanning his injuries.
“I-I fought him, Vulture, I stopped him by he... (y/n) he... it was your dad. I’m so sorry. He threatened me, told me to stay away, but I couldn’t... I had to stop him. He was gonna rob Mr. Stark and steal billions of dollars in alien and Stark tech, and I had to stop him... I’m sorry. I-I just-” he looked so broken as he tried.. to what?
You were schocked into silence, your hands leaving his face as you stepped back from him, numbly reaching behind you as you tried to find the bed to sit on. You scrambled to find a coherent thought, but nothing came to you in the moment. Your father was the Vulture? The bad guy that tried to kill Peter? And apparently, he’s killed before? Selling... alien technology. His new business, the one that was making him rich; selling illegal arms was one hell of a business. Robbing Stark must have been “the big break” that he was talking about.
“Oh my god..” you whisper, unable to say anything else. Peter groans as he practically falls onto the bed, nursing his injured stomach. This snaps you into focus. “We need to get you to a hospital!”
“No! (Y/N), I heal fast, but how would I explain this to the police? Besides, its not that bad.” He said. With a grimace.
You give him a look that shut him up, and you rise to your feet, leaving him in your room as you gathered any and all medical supplies that your home contained. You came back with your arms full, and you sat back beside peter, crossing your legs, looking at him expectantly.
“....um... what?”
“I can’t clean your wounds it if covered by your clothes.” Your cheeks heat up as you look at him, and his cheeks redden as well.
“You mean, you want me naked?” He grins, reaching to the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing his... perfectly sculpted abdomen. You try not to drool, doing your best to focus on the large gash he had on his side.
You pour the hydrogen peroxide on a giant gauze pad, glancing up at him. “This may sting,” you say, before pressing the pad to his wound. He groans loudly, tossing his head back, breathing heavily, biting his lips so he wouldn’t shout.
“Fuck! That burns!” He whisper shouts, laying flat on your mattress. You reach over him awkwardly, making sure that the area was clean, before you put a clean dry gauze pad over it, taping it down with medical tape. Then, you go to clean the smaller cuts on his face.
“Oh, no, baby, please, not on my face! It burns!” He cries, hiding his face from you. You chuckle through your glare.
“Oh, it’s ‘baby’ now, huh?” You question, grabbing his face and pulling it towards you, cupping it as you pat another pad onto the cuts.
“Well, uh, you know- ah- I was just, it’s a nickname, you know, some friends call each other- OUCH- and... yeah... does it bother you?” He looks up at you with his wide doe eyes, and a smile creases your cheeks.
“It’s fine, now don’t be such a baby... baby.” You flash him a sarcastic smirk, and then put a little Neosporin on the injuries. You then use the damp washcloth to remove the dirt and grim from his face.
“Peter... Why do you smell like a bonfire?”
“Uh... I kinda sorta caused a plane to... explode.”
You pause for a moment, stuttering over your words, before you shriek, “Wha-mf.”
Peter’s hand quickly covered your mouth, and you froze, slitting your eyes at the boy as he leaned forward, silencing you. He puts his other finger against his lips, signaling for you to shush, using his web shooters to flick off the lights in your room, and sealing the door shut. Then you hear a knock.
“You watchin’ a movie or somethin’?” Your mother slurs through the door, rattling the handle.
“Uh... yeah. Sorry, I’ll be more quiet. Go back to bed mom, the Doc said you needed plenty of rest.”
She grumbles at you, and then you hear her shuffle away, assuring you with the click of her door, followed by silence. You sigh, and Peter lays back down. Although, now the light switch was glued off, and so was your door. You grumble to yourself as you lean over him, switching on your lamp. Your skin tingled pleasantly where his hand had been...
Peter was casually laying back, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his stomach. He was smiling at you, just a small smile, almost- a loving smile.
“Can I... help you?” You cock your head at him, and he laughs lightly.
He hums, closing hid eyes, shifting his shoulders, burrowing himself further into your bed.
“Uh, no! I don’t thinks so!” You shove him, trying to shake him. He simply smacks your hands away, grabbing your blanket, covering his naked torso with it. “Peter! We need to talk wake up!”
You cross your arms, grinning at his silliness, until reality hits you again. Your father... the Vulture. You cover your face in your hands, exhaling slowly. What was going to happen now? Without his paychecks, you would be evicted, and most likely, you’d be taken away from your mother and put into an adoption agency. You curse to yourself silently.
“Hey,” Peter whispers softly, moving your hands away from your face, his eye brows raised, a silent question. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Just... be here for me. And, tell me exactly, what happened.” You mumble, leaning your forehead against his chest as he wraps his arms around you.
“Okay, but, (y/n)?”
“Yes?”
“I wanna do somethin’ first.” His voice was hesitant, nervous. You pull away from him, confused.
“Okay-”
You didn’t get to finish the sentence, as his lips crashed against yours in a sloppy kiss. His hands wrap around the back of your neck, his head turning as your lips begin to move in sync, his tongue gliding over yours, before he pulls away, leaning against you. He pants out a laugh, his eyes closed.
You blood rushed in your ears, and you felt a little dizzy. Your first kiss! Peter, his lips... they were so soft and warm, and his tongue, it felt like velvet... maybe your were going to be sick.
“When I was pinned down by the Vulture... I thought I was going to die. But the only thing that I could think of was you. I thought about how there were so many things we hadn’t done yet, and that fueled me, it gave me strength. You, gave me strength, (y/n). I wouldn’t be here without you.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek bone. “All I knew was that, when I saw you again... I had to do that. At least once.”
“Well, please, feel free to do it again.” You flash him a grin, and he takes that as his cue to kiss you. Again. And again. And again.
After a few minutes, you gasp away from him, resting a hand on his warm, hard... bare chest. “Talk. Tell me what happened.”
He groans, flopping back on the bed, his hand resting on your leg, before to goes off into an elaborate story of everything that happened, starting with the conversation he’d had with you dad, in the car.
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You’d been dating for months. It was heaven, being with Peter, despite the hardships you were facing. Luckily, your father had set up some sort of emergency funding plan, and after your father was arrested, you were sort of adopted by your step-mom. She was in a lot of pain, after your father was exposed for being a super villain. Although, his plea was, “in this world, a man has to do whatever it takes to care and provide for his family. I took what the world gave me, and made it into something.”
He wasn’t sorry for what he did, but he was sorry, he told you, that he wasn’t the man that you’d needed. Despite this, you were living in a fantasy. Peter was a total dork, and you loved him for it. Together, you became each other’s firsts for everything. First serious relationship, first date, first double date... first firsts.
Peter took your virginity, as you did for him, and although it was awkward at first, once you got into the rhythm of things, and found out what you liked, it was the most pleasure you’d ever experienced, and boy, Peter was a pleaser. It was always all about you.
Of course, heaven was ruined when you saw a giant donut thing in the sky, as you were seated at your fountain, eating your usual snack. Peter was gone on a school field trip, but you couldn’t help but text him. You had a strange, bad feeling in your gut.
R u seeing this? The giant... space donut thing? Is that one of Starks?
Uh...
Call me. You message him, as it slowly rises away, leaving behind all kinds of explosions.
Your phone rang, showing Peter’s face, and you answered it. Your heart beating a mile-a-minute, stomach in your throat.
“Peter Parker, I swear, you better not be... Spidering right now, you’re supposed to be with your school.” You gripe sternly int your phone.
“Yeah, about that..” He voice sound strange, through the speaker. You knew that his new suit had a lot of features, but was it like Stark’s helmet?
“Peter.”
“Hey, I’m with Iron Man, okay? Besides, everything will be fine. I’m Spiderman! I was tasked to save a wizard, so-I... Be-home... soon... promise-I..lo-ve-y...ou.” His voice was cutting out, and you panic, shouting his name into the phone, watching as the ship flies out of the atmosphere.
You sigh, trying not to freak out too much, dropping your phone into your lap, closing your eyes. You pull out a penny, kissing it, looking back down at the water. “I wish... that Peter will be safe.”
You toss the penny into the water. “And that he’ll come home soon.”
A/N: Thank you for reading, I plan on writing more. I Hope you all enjoyed, please tell me if you did!
