Request from Anonymous: Hi! Can I request a scenario where Peter and the reader are childhood friends and the friend walks in on Spider-Man and she starts freaking out that Peter's in trouble? And can Peter troll her into confessing how she truly feels for her childhood friend?? Sorry if that made like no sense.
A/N: After writing this I realized the anon could have been asking that the reader doesn't know Peter is Spider-Man but I had already read it as she has always known, so sorry if I misunderstood. I hope you still like this fic <3 I absolutely loved the childhood idea and hope I could do it some justice. I don’t know if he really trolled her lol because I couldn’t think of something clever, but I hope you still like their conversation in this. :) Loved your request! Thank you!! <3
“I see a dragon! What do you see (Y/N)?!” Your best friend Peter asks you excitedly as the two of you lay on the summer grass looking up at the big fluffy clouds.
“I see a unicorn. Right there!” You say as you point to the cloud next to Peter’s dragon. There is a slight breeze and it feels good with the hot summer sun beating down. Even with all the clouds, you can still feel the sun’s warmth on a beautifully perfect day like this. Nearby, you and your best friend’s favorite climbing tree stands tall, branches scraping the clouds. You'd probably attack it after looking up at the clouds for a few moments. At seven and eight years old, you and Peter spent your days running around in the field, climbing trees, staring at clouds, and looking for little critters in and out of the river. Every day was always full of adventure.
“Race you to grandmother Willow!” Peter yelled suddenly as he rushed up. You were right behind him as you two ran to the grand tree you loved so dear. Peter had named it grandmother Willow after the tree in one of your favorite movies, Pocahontas. Peter had beat you to the tree like he always had.
“One of these days I'm going to beat you, Parker!” You tell him while using his nickname trying to catch your breath.
“I'm a superhero, (Y/N)! And superheroes always got to come in first place so they can save people.” Peter exclaims as he pushes his glasses up.
“You'll always be my hero Peter.” Smiling to Peter, he gives you a smile back as the two of you start climbing the tree.
Although all of your days weren't spent living in the outdoors, Peter and you always managed to have fun.
Over the years, Peter and you have stuck through the thick and thin. You've always been there for each other and tell one another every secret. This was very important, now that you guys were in high school. You always overheard about other people's drama and we're grateful that you didn't have to worry about any of that. Other than the fact that your best friend, Peter Parker, was THE Spider-Man, your grades were the only thing you worried about. It was quite funny because spiders had always scared you growing up, and you made Peter always take care of it. You always wish he has just killed the little things, but he would always put them outside safely. He cared for everything like that and you appreciated it.
School came easy to you and Peter, and at the end of the day, you rather keep Peter’s big secret than deal with stupid silly drama. And thank goodness for puberty. You had both grown taller, Peter got contacts, and you were finally out of your braces. You felt comfortable in your skin and were happy to have Peter by your side through everything as you grew up together.
“Study sesh tonight, (Y/N)?” Peter asks you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Duh, Parker.” You smirk at him, playing off that he didn't startle you. Scaring each other was something the two of you always did to each other and you were both very competitive, never wanting the other to get a win. “My house at 6 like usual?”
“Sounds good. Gotta run a few errands for Aunt May and spend some time with her. I'll text you later!” Peter says as he walks down the hallway practically shouting at you.
“May the force be with you!” You shout at him as one of your nerdy inside jokes. Turning towards you, he raised one of his hands in the famous Spock gesture. You shake your head with a smile on your face. Saluting your nerdiness with more nerdiness, classic Peter Parker.
After dinner, you go up to your room and turn on your lamp. Peter had texted you during dinner that he was doing some Spider-Man thing. This always worried you and you tried your hardest not to think of the possible danger he might be in. It was 9:32 pm and you knew Peter probably got held up being Spider-Man. You didn't blame him, he had a big heart, and you knew how important it was him. He always did want to be a superhero. But that wouldn't stop you from over worrying about him whenever he was out risking himself in the city. To take your mind off of him, you decide to go get a glass of water and allow yourself to text him ten minutes at least. Closing your door, you head to the kitchen. Your bare feet touch the cool tile and it feels good. Realizing how warm you are, you grab a glass and fill it with water, which you chug in a few big gulps. You fill the glass again to take back to your room. Thinking of Peter (that didn't last long) you go to grab another glass for him. As you open the cupboard you stand on your tiptoes to reach for a glass when you hear a sound. Trying not to freak out, you leave the water and head for your room. Everyone in your family had already gone to sleep so your mind goes to the worse scenarios.
Once you reach your door your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest. You slowly turn your doorknob and gradually open your door. You feel a new fear as you see Peter in his Spider-Man suit on your floor.
“Peter!” You whisper-shout to Peter as you run to him, putting your hand on his shoulder you look to see if anything is wrong. His head is still slumped down so all you can see is his dirty brown hair which is laying more flat from having the mask on. Not wanting to overthink things you try to keep your tears at bay. When he doesn't speak up you worry, “Peter, are you okay?” You say as your bottom lip wants to tremble. He looks up at you and you gasp. He has a black eye and a cut on his lip.
“Oh, Peter...” you whisper as you stare at his hurt brown eyes. Pushing your tears away you rush to wet a towel with warm water and grab the glass of water you had poured. When you get back to your room Peter has managed to push him towards your bed so he's now leaning against the side of it.
“Drink this.” Handing him the glass you sit down next to him to care for his wounds. Raising the towel you gently press it to his eye and he winces.
“Sorry!” You pull the towel away quickly.
“No, no- it's okay..” he grunts as he shifts his body to face you better.
“Stay still!” You whisper to him sternly. Even though your door is shut you were afraid that your parents might hear. He stopped moving and allowed you to take care of him. As you try to clean his face a little you can feel his big brown eyes staring at you. This makes your stomach flutter and heart skip a beat, but you try to not let him notice. You glance at his eyes and notice his start to slump. Wanting to keep his mind off of the pain you try to think of something to distract him.
“So, did you decide to climb in my window like Peter Pan? You going to take me on an adventure to Neverland, Parker?” Joking about one of his favorite Disney movies manages to make him smile. And you're so happy to see him smile.
“I'd take you to Neverland any day..” he says with the softest voice. His intentions were probably for you not to hear his remark since his face was slumped down towards his body, but you definitely did and your heart could attest for that. His eyes had been closed and he opens them again trying to straighten himself up a little more.
“Am-am I still, um, am I still your hero?” His voice breaks which almost manages to shatter your heart. You put your free hand on Peter’s and he slowly looks back up to you.
“Are you kidding Peter Parker?! I honestly could care less that you’re Spider-Man. You've always been my hero Peter Parker and you always will be.” His brown eyes turn glossy and your body takes over whatever your brain is thinking. When you finish you try to regain your breath back; you hadn't realized you were practically breathless. You slowly lean towards Peter and press your forehead to his as gently as you possibly can, afraid you might hurt him. He puts his free hand on your arm as the other fully interlaces your hands together. Working the hand up your arm to your face he caresses it gently. As your heart beats faster you loved the newly gained warmth on your cheek as he slowly moves his thumb back and forth. You always felt comfortable with Peter, but never like this. Your eyes are closed as you try to slow your breaths back to normal. You feel Peter's breath mix with yours has he leans in, closing the little space between the two of you. His lips are so soft and have a taste you never knew you needed. Despite him being in the cold, his lips were warm on yours. Dropping the damp towel you more that hand to the nape of his neck, interlacing your fingers in his brown waves. Even though it's a total mess, his hair still felt soft. Afraid of hurting him you move back from him a little.
“I'm sorry, (Y/N).”
“It's okay Peter.” You don’t want him to think you didn’t want to kiss him, you just can’t believe it’s happening. You try to reassure him as you rest both of your hands in your lap.
Worried you ruined everything, Peter grabs one of your hands again forcing you to put your attention on him again.
“Do you remember that unicorn cloud you saw when we were kids?” You nod and he continues.
“I never wanted to admit it, but that was the sickest cloud I'd ever seen. It was even better than my dragon cloud, cause, unlike the dragon, it actually looked like a unicorn.”
You laugh from the great childhood memories.
“And I never let you beat me to grandmother Willow because I wanted to make sure I would be able to get to you faster if I ever needed to…”
Peter glances away and becomes really quiet.
“Your dragon cloud was pretty cool…” Peter’s head snaps back up to look at you with a new hope in his eyes. With a new shyness you're tempted to look away, but don't allow yourself.
“And I totally let you beat me to grandmother Willow.” You smirk at him and laugh at the shocked look on his face.
“No, you did not!” He says a little loud.
“Shhh, my parents are asleep.” You go back to a whisper.
“No, you did not,” Peter says again this time in a whisper and you giggle.
He wraps his arms around you and threatens you to tell the truth.
“Okay okay!” You say in between a laughing fit. He releases you moving his hands to your shoulders, locking your eyes on each other.
“You got me.” You tell him with your hands up.
“I knew I was right.” He whispers as you both smile. “There's a lot of things I'm right about.” He says even more quietly.
“Like what?”
“Well, the unicorn cloud for one, our races, Star Wars is better than Star Trek, and that I've always had feelings for you.”
“Star Trek is bet- wait what you'd say, Parker?”
“You've always had feelings for me.”
“You didn't say that!”
“Yes, I did.”
“No!-”
“Well, it's true.” This boy has managed to leave you speechless yet again.
“I've always liked you Peter…” you say so quietly it sounds like it's meant for yourself, but you know he still heard it.
“I knew it.” He says with a smirk.
“Oh shut up spider boy!”
“Wh-what?! Spider-boy?!” His remark makes you laugh. You knew you'd get a reaction from him after this. He leans in and kisses you again and swallows your laughter, winning this round.
