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beifongsss · 5 years ago

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for the fickle [p.p.]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You’ve always been there for Peter but you’re tired of always listening to him pine over MJ after what happened the night of homecoming.

reader is basically MJ during ffh!

Word Count: 8.8k (i’m so sorry the ending is rushed)

WARNING: ffh spoilers! proceed with caution!

this fic was inspired by reese lansangan’s song For the Fickle which I thought was super soft :( I def recommend listening to it throughout this!

here is my masterlist!!

You walked down the hall, on your way back to the gym. You shook your hands out, getting rid of the water droplets on your hands. Of course the bathroom had ran out of paper towels.

You were knocked down as you turned the corner, a panting Peter Parker propping himself up on his hands as he stared down at you, causing you to blush.

“(Y/N),” Peter whispered. “I’m sorry I have to go.”

“Peter! What do you mean? It’s homecoming,” you exclaimed as he quickly helped you up. “What about Liz?”

Peter quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead before smiling softly. “You look amazing. I hope you know that.”

You stood there in shock at his words as he ran off, taking off his tie before bolting out the door. You continued on your way, arriving back at the gym, grabbing your purse and saying a quick goodbye to MJ before waving to Liz, who looked a little lost due to her absent date.

The time on your phone read 11:23 pm as you walked home, but you weren’t too concerned. The neighborhood you lived in was remotely safe and if anything happened, you had your trusty pocket knife. Plus, Spider-Man was known to lurk around sometimes so you knew you’d be safe.

You made it home without incident and proceeded to get ready for bed. You played your music, knowing that your parents wouldn’t be home for a while as they often worked late nights in the lab that employed them. One hot shower and a leftover slice of pizza later, you sat at your desk, removing any traces of makeup that were left on your face after your shower.

Your music was blasting, not too loud but loud enough for you to miss the tap on your window The tap came again, slightly louder, and you lowered your volume before standing. Grabbing your trusty pocket knife, you crept over to the window, flinging back the curtains to reveal-

“Spider-Man?” you asked, confused. It was then that you noticed him clutching his side, causing you to open your window an help him inside. His breathing was ragged and he was shivering as you propped him onto your bed.

“T-take it off,” he rasped, causing you to furrow your eye brows. “The mask, take it off.”

You hesitantly rolled up his mask, exposing his bloodied lip and freckled nose before revealing a curly head of hair. You gasped at his appearance. Spider-Man was no older than fifteen. He was a high school student. He was your age. He was Peter Parker.

Gathering all available first aid supplies from your bathroom, you proceeded to clean Peter up. It was a long, silent process and once you were finished, you tucked him in under your covers.

“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered as you came back into your room. “I’m sorry for keeping this from you and for leaving you at homecoming and for-”

“Peter,” you said softly, interrupting him. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

Wordlessly, Peter lifted your covers and you crept in next to him. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck. You stroked his hair as he held you tighter, trying to forget the events of that night.

“(Y/N),” Peter spoke softly looking up at you. You looked down, meeting his eyes. They were full of unshed tears, making them sparkle and look beautiful even though he was hurting. “I’m sorry.”

“You really have to stop apologizing,” you said just as softly. A comfortable silence took over the room as you both stared at each other. You were lost in his honey brown eyes, the tears subsiding with every passing minute.

“I love you,” Peter whispered, taking you by surprise. “I know we’re only fifteen and haven’t even lived our lives but the one thing I’m sure of is that I am in love with you.”

Your eyes widened at Peter’s words and you stuttered over your words as you replied. “I-I love y-you too Pete. I always have.”

Silence ensued once again as Peter leaned up, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back just as softly before Peter deepened the kiss slightly, arms tightening around you in desperation as you responded in kind.

“I’ll always love you (Y/N/N),” Peter whispered a few minutes later, both your lips swollen from the kisses you had shared. “Always.”

“What’s up losers,” MJ greeted as she sat next to you in the cafeteria.

“Hey MJ,” you greeted, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Hey!” Ned exclaimed. “We’re not losers.”

MJ snorted before opening her book and reading, making sure to keep it angled towards you, knowing you were following along. After a few pages, you glanced up, noticing Peter’s soft gaze focused on MJ. When he realized he had been caught staring, his expression hardened and he shot you a glare before looking back down at his chemistry homework.

You sighed softly, catching MJ’s attention. With one glance at Peter, she stood up, dragging you along as she left the cafeteria.

“You can’t keep doing this (Y/N),” MJ said once you had entered the hallway. “It’s quite literally been years.

You bit your lip knowing that she was right. After the night of homecoming, Peter had become withdrawn. You had attributed the sudden distance to his Spider-Man duties, knowing that they were important and took up a lot of his time. You had tried to talk to him a few times and he always stuttered out excuses before darting away. Eventually, he began ignoring you altogether, pretending that you didn’t exist even though you were part of his friend group.

And the supposed love of his life you though bitterly to yourself. Soon after, The Snap and The Blip happened and seeing as how you were part of the 50% of the population that got snapped away, you were still in high school. Along the way, you had noticed that the soft stare that had been directed at you on homecoming night was now directed at MJ.

MJ had told you that you were crazy and that Peter quite obviously loved you and that even if he had feelings for her, she didn’t like him like that anyways. You believed MJ but you still couldn’t help the way your heart dropped when you noticed the glances.

“Cheer up loser,” MJ continued. “We’re leaving on that trip soon anyways. You’ll have plenty of time to mope over dorky Peter Parker when we get back.”

You nodded, knowing she was right. Pleased with your answer, MJ grabbed your arm and began leading you towards the door.

“MJ, where are we going? We have chem next,” you exclaimed, noticing the smirk on MJ’s face.

“I think ice cream is more fun than chem. Don’t you?”

You huffed slightly, struggling to place your carry-on in the space above your seat. You were relieved when you felt someone take your suitcase from your hands, placing it into the overhead bin with ease. You turned around, surprised to find Brad Davis standing behind you.

“Thanks,” you breathed out, still slightly worked up from your previous attempts with your suitcase. “I don’t think I would’ve ever gotten it up there.”

“It was no problem,” Brad replied smoothly. “It’d be a crime to not help a pretty girl like you.”

You stared at him, a smile spreading across your face as you felt your face heat up. You both stood there for a minute before Ned came up behind Brad.

“Peter! Peter!” Ned exclaimed, trying to make his way over to his best friend. In his attempt, he managed to bump into Brad, who in turn bumped into you, causing you to stumble back and fall. You let out a small ‘oof’ when you landed, feeling an arm wrap around your waist to keep you from falling.

You flushed when you made eye contact with a pair of bright brown eyes. You avoided Peter’s gaze, looking everywhere except him as Brad panicked, apologizing for knocking you over.

“Nice catch Parker,” Brad spoke, holding out his hand to help you get out of Peter’s lap.

“Yeah, thanks,” you muttered, grabbing Brad’s hand. He pulled you up, pulling a little too hard and causing you to bump into him. You both cleared your throats and you blushed before ducking your head and darting off to your seat. Peter and Brad both gazed after you.

“I can’t believe you let her go Parker,” Brad said after a few seconds. “Everyone was rooting for you two to end up together.”

Peter couldn’t help but glare at Brad as he walked off. Ned settled into his seat next to Peter and spoke quietly. “He’s right Peter. We thought you guys were gonna end up together but then you started ignoring her. What happened?”

Peter groaned, running a hand down his face. “I know Ned! I know I messed up okay.” He lowered his voice, leaning in a and continuing in a whisper. “But she found out I was Spider-Man and I couldn’t let her get hurt because of that.”

Ned rolled his eyes before looking at you. You were sitting next to MJ, head leaning back against your seat and eyes closed as you listened to your headphones. “I bet if you sat next to her you’d finally be able to talk it out.”

Peter sighed, closing his eyes at Ned’s words. “There’s no way she’d willingly sit next to me.”

Ned stood up abruptly, startling Peter and heading towards you.

“Mr. Harrington!” Ned called out. The teacher in question turned around immediately. “I tend to get motion sick on planes so I was wondering if I could switch seats with (Y/N). She’s seated right under the air conditioning and that usually helps me relax.”

“Ned,” Peter hissed. “What are you doing?”

Ned sent him a wink before turning back to Mr. Harrington.

“Oh dear,” Mr. Harrington replied, a little too concerned about the situation. “Let’s see. Ned why don’t you actually switch with Brad? He’s also under the air conditioning and close to the bathroom, just in case. Brad, since your suitcase is close to the back I don’t want you moving too far. Oh I don’t want to wake (Y/N) up. How about you take MJ’s seat? MJ you can sit next to Peter.”

Ned shot Peter an apologetic look as he took Brad’s seat next to Betty Brant. Brad slipped into MJ’s seat as MJ made her way over to Peter, her eyes never leaving her book.

“Hey loser,” she greeted Peter, sitting down. Peter glanced over at you, eyes still closed, your head resting on Brad’s shoulder. You were asleep. He let out a loud groan before hitting his head on the seat in front of him.

“Next time,” MJ spoke, turning her book’s page. “Don’t make it complicated and just go up to her and apologize.”

The plane ride was long. Way too long.

Halfway through, you had woken up, slightly confused as to why Brad was next to you instead of MJ. Eventually, you and Brad started watching Netflix thanks to the dual headphone adapter that he luckily had.

Peter was frustrated just watching you guys and the snide comments from MJ didn’t help the situation at all. You looked like you were enjoying yourself and for the first time in a while, fear and panic overtook Peter’s mind as he realized that there was a chance that you liked Brad.

He fidgeted in his seat, fingernails digging into his palms as he heard you giggle at some joke Brad had made. MJ had fallen asleep a few minutes ago and Ned was too busy talking to Betty. With no distractions, Peter found himself glancing over at you way too often.

“Stop staring. You look like a creep,” MJ mumbled, opening one eyelid. Peter flushed, knowing she had caught him in the act. “Seriously Parker what you did was stupid.”

MJ closed her eye again as Peter hung his head. She continued, “Pulling away from her after confessing that you love her was a bitch move. You know that she thinks that you like me?”

Peter snorted involuntarily at MJ’s words. “No offense MJ but I don’t think I could ever like you. Not as long as she’s in my life.”

MJ opened her eyes, making a disgusted face at the longing look Peter was giving you. “Woman up and tell her that you still feel the same way. I know she still does. Now if you don’t mind please stop moping, I’m gonna sleep.”

Within a few minutes, MJ was knocked out, snoring softly and leaving Peter to mull over her words.

Venice was beautiful.

The sights were amazing and the large canal that ran through the city only made it even more charming. You were walking alone for the most part. Ned was apparently with Betty now and MJ was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” Brad spoke, coming up behind you. You smiled in response, too lost in your awe of the city to answer him. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a gondola ride with me?”

You noticed Betty and Ned getting into a gondola of their own out of the corner of your eye before turning back to Brad. “Sure! It sounds like fun.”

Brad beamed, leading you over to the dock and stepping into the small boat before holding his hand out to help you.

“What a gentleman,” you mused, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Thank you, I try,” Brad chuckled, sitting down next to you. The two of you talked about everything and nothing as the gondola made its way down the canal. You couldn’t help but feel a bit frightened at how easy it was to be with Brad. He was respectful, charming, and funny. Plus, he wasn’t too hard on the eyes.

Your stomach turned as Brad observed the buildings along the canal. It was silent for once and you couldn’t help but admire his profile in the sunlight. He turned back around and caught your gaze, smiling at you.

“Would you mind if I held your hand?” Brad asked quietly. The question took you by surprise, he always seemed so confident and for him to be asking you this only made him seem more charming. Wordlessly, you nodded.

You tried not to blush as his hand met yours. Conversation resumed, this time more quietly. Brad scooted a bit closer to you, leaning in slightly to meet your eyes whenever you spoke.

It was relaxing, holding hands with a cute boy as the water in the canal gently rocked you back and forth. You glanced up at some point, making eye contact with Brad and blushing lightly. You couldn’t help but be reminded of that one homecoming night that seemed so far away. As Brad began to lean in slowly, you panicked, images of Peter flashing through your mind and causing you to lean back slightly.

“Brad,” you started, speaking quietly. “Listen, I-”

You were interrupted by a large splash and looked ahead of you to see a column of water rising up from the canal.

“Watch out!” you heard Ned shout, standing slightly as he stared at the water. It continued to rise, taking a humanoid shape as water splashed everywhere. Everyone soon realized that the water entity was malevolent as it began to destroy the buildings surrounding you. Panic and chaos ensued quickly.

The harsh rocking of the water sent both yours and Ned’s gondola towards the sidewalk, the four of you being sent forwards when the gondola met the cement. Ned reacted quickly, hopping out of the gondola and helping Betty out before turning to you and Brad. He waved at you, causing you to jump into action as well. Brad quickly made his way off the boat, turning to help you out.

“(Y/N), watch out!” Ned cried, rushing towards you. Another column of water hit the gondola you were on, throwing the boys back and tossing you into the water.

You broke the surface of the water, gasping desperately for air before being submerged once again. You were a good swimmer but the movement of the creature or whatever it was prohibited you from moving steadily.

Your lungs burned from the absence of oxygen until all of a sudden, you were staring into the sun. Coughs escaped you as you finally got some air back into your system only for the air to be knocked out of you once more as you noticed you were swinging through the air.

Bright brown eyes stared at you in concern as you flew through the air before finally landing on the balcony of a building.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked frantically, eyes searching you for any visible wounds.

“I’m fine,” you coughed out, taking your hair into your hands and wringing it out. “What is that thing?”

“I-I don’t know,” Peter admitted, still staring at you. “Listen (Y/N), I-”

Peter’s sentence was interrupted by a building tipping over and falling into the canal. You made eye contact, both of you going wide eyed.

“I should probably,” Peter said, gesturing to the thing with his thumb as he looked at you.

“Yeah of course,” you replied. “Pete, stay safe yeah?”

Peter opened his mouth to say something, hesitating for a moment before closing his mouth and nodding before swinging away.

“(Y/N)!” Mr. Harrington yelled as you stepped into the hotel, rushing over to you and grabbing your shoulders. “Where were you?”

You shook your head, making eye contact with MJ as she stood in he corner. “Uh the boat I was on capsized when the thing came out of the water. I got swept up in the current but I was able to swim to the sidewalk and haul myself out.”

“Well thank god you’re safe,” Mr. Harrington said. “I was about to call the police!”

“I’m fine, really,” you replied, smiling slightly even though you knew it looked more like a grimace. “Can I go to my room?”

“What? Oh yes of course. Everyone to your rooms. Get some rest before tomorrow,” Mr. Harrington spoke once more, clapping his hands to hurry you all upstairs. You trudged up the stairs, avoiding the worried look Brad was shooting you.

Once you had made it to your room, you took a nice, warm shower before settling into the hotel bed. Even though the hotel looked run down, the beds weren’t too bad. The covers were fluffy and the mattress was honestly very soft and comfortable.

You were halfway through an episode of some random show on Netflix when you heard a soft knock on your door. Warily, you got up and approached the door. You opened it slightly, catching sight of a head of familiar brown curls before opening the door all the way.

“Uh hey,” Peter said softly, fidgeting with his hands as he stood in front of you. He looked nervous, something that made you feel a spark of joy. He deserved to feel slightly uncomfortable, especially after he had ignored you for the past years. “Can I come in?”

Wordlessly, you stepped aside, giving him the chance to trot into your room before you closed the door.

“How are you?” Peter asked. “I know you’re a good swimmer b-but we have no idea w-what that thing was or what c-could’ve happened if you actually got caught in the current.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, walking back over to your bed. “Thanks by the way. For saving me.”

Peter’s eyes softened, though you didn’t notice. “It was n-no problem. Of course I s-saved you. How could I not? I’m sorry that it ruined your ride with Brad. How’s that going by the way, being with Brad? He’s p-pretty cool I g-guess-”

“What do you want Peter?” you sighed, interrupting his rambling. “First you ignore me for years and all of a sudden you think you can talk to me like nothing happened? I get you saved my life and I appreciate it, truly, but that doesn’t mean that things will go back to the way they were. In case you forgot, you were the one who pulled away from me.”

Peter flinched at your harsh tone, pulling his sleeves over his hands. “I know, but you have to understand that it wasn’t something I wanted to do.”

“I tried Peter!” you cried out, tears of frustration springing into your eyes. “I tried to talk to you. You just avoided me and then treated me like I never existed in the first place! Do you know how much that hurt?”

“I was hurting too,” Peter said quietly. “But I couldn’t put you at risk because you knew that I was Spider-Man. If the bad guys knew that you knew about Spider-Man they’d use you against me. I didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Well you should’ve thought about that before you told me you loved me,” you said, holding your tears at bay.

“(Y/N),” Peter spoke softly.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please leave.”

Peter hesitated, taking one step towards you before changing his mind and heading towards your door.

“You know, I don’t regret anything I said that night,” Peter said, pausing at the door. “But I am sorry about what I did after.”

Before you could reply, Peter was gone and all you could do was turn the lights off and settle into bed even tough you knew you wouldn’t get any sleep.

“Hey loser. What’s with the glasses?” MJ asked as she took the seat across from yours on the bus. You were currently seated alone, a large pair of sunglasses covering your puffy red eyes. You had cried after Peter had left your room, you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t answer MJ, who simply shrugged and pulled out her book, knowing when to leave you to yourself. You looked out the window as you heard Mr. Harrington climb onto the bus and announce that there had been a change to your trip.

The event with the water creature had shaken you all up, and parents were concerned. Mr. Harrington however, had convinced them to let you stay on the trip, telling them about how the travel agency had so kindly modified your trip. You were now on your way to Prague.

The trip there was overall uneventful. The scenery was beautiful and you found yourself staring out the window for most of the trip. The bus stopped along the way, and you all found yourselves at an old, albeit charming, rest stop.

Most of the group mumbled as they disembarked, anxious to get to a bathroom. You lagged behind them, glancing down at your phone and checking your notifications. Noticing the sudden silence, you looked up finally realizing that you had been standing in the parking lot for a few minutes.

You started heading towards the building, pausing when you noticed something moving out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head just in time to see Brad disappear through a door that led into another part of the building. Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as your feet started moving in the direction of the door.

“Brad! It’s not what you think,” Peter’s panicked voice floated through the air.

“I think it’s exactly what I think it is,” Brad replied. “And now I have proof to show (Y/N) that you’re not who she think you are.”

“What are you doing?” you asked as you finally stepped through the doorway. A shocked Brad whirled around at the sound of your voice, phone in hand displaying a picture of Peter in his underwear. You glanced at Peter, noticing a tall blonde woman standing behind him. You noticed Peter glancing at the bundle on the table before looking at you. Following his line of sight, you noticed what seemed to be an all black stealth suit lying on the polished surface.

Your lips twitched as the scene before you, noticing just how inappropriate it seemed to appear to Brad. Looking at the stealth suit once again, you realized just how quickly Peter’s secret could get out if Brad focused on the bundle of fabric.

“Look!” Brad cried, gesturing to Peter and the woman. “Parker really came to Europe just to sleep around, can you believe it?”

“I actually can’t,” you said, crossing your arms in front of you. “First of all, taking pictures of someone in their underwear? That’s pretty messed up. Second of all, even if Peter was sleeping around, it wouldn’t be any of your business now, would it?”

Peter shot you a grateful look as Brad tried to stutter out a response.

“And besides,” you continued. “It wouldn’t be any of my business either. Peter and I aren’t exactly friends.”

Noise started up again outside as the class began to board the bus again. You turned and walked out, not paying attention to Brad scrambling after you. You heard Peter say a quick ‘thank you’ to the tall blonde and some rustling afterwards. You assumed he had stuffed his new suit into his backpack.

You boarded the bus, shooting Brad a glare as he passed your seat. He ducked his head, making his way towards the back instead.

“Trouble in paradise?” MJ asked, a smirk on her face as she looked at you, then Brad.

You huffed, turning to the window. “Don’t even start.”

MJ chuckles as she took a seat a few rows behind you. The clearing of a throat caught your attention and you turned to see Peter standing in the aisle, gesturing to the seat beside you. “Uh, is this seat taken?”

You shook your head and Peter took that as a silent cue to slide in next to you. Having been expecting to sit alone, you hadn’t bothered to pull down the armrest that separated the two seat, something you regretted as Peter’s arm brushed against yours.

Even after everything he had put you through, you found your cheeks heating up. You thought back to what he had said at the hotel, that he had been protecting you by pulling away. You understood why he did the things he did, you really did, but that didn't mean that you could just forget the way your heart would clench whenever he went about his day ignoring you.

You had loved Peter. Heck, you still loved him but you knew you wouldn't be able to forgive him that easily. You proceeded to stare out the window, the scenery taking your breath away, until he hesitantly nudged your shoulder.

“Thanks,” Peter said meekly. “For standing up to Brad for me.”

You shrugged your shoulders, not looking away from the window. “It was nothing. Besides, we couldn’t have him learning about your secret.”

“Y-yeah,” Peter replied. “That would’ve been pretty bad.”

You snorted, glancing at him just to see him staring at you. His eyes held a soft look and your stomach lurched as you realized it was the same look from the night of homecoming.

“I don’t like MJ,” Peter blurted out, cheeks heating up when he realized what he had said. He paused, decided he might as well just put it out there already. “I like you.”

You pursed your lips, looking back out the window before sighing. “Peter I really don’t want to talk about this right now.”

Peter nodded silently before whispering out a small ‘yeah okay’ and shifting in his seat. Even though your emotions were still jumbled and you had no idea why Peter had chosen now to apologize, you couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face at his words.

Everyone, even Flash, glanced around at the hotel that had been booked for you. It was magnificent, definitely an upgrade from the one you had stayed in while in Venice. The rooms were huge, and included a balcony that gave you a beautiful view of the city.

Music played softly as you sifted through your suitcase, looking for the clothes you would be wearing to the opera the next day. Pulling out a semi-formal dress, you nodded contently to yourself before hanging it up near the mirror.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you hear a ‘thwip’ and you saw Peter swing onto the balcony. He stood on there awkwardly, waiting for your permission to come into your room. You tilted your head slightly, motioning for him to come in.

He took a seat on your bed, eyes never leaving the floor. He didn’t even look up when you pulled a chair over and sat in front of him.

“What is it Pete?” you asked quietly. You were tired. You still felt angry but you understood Peter’s reasoning. He had lost so much; his parents, his uncle, Tony. He didn't want to lose anyone else. And you loved him. You felt that it was time to hear him out.

“I’m sorry,” Peter said after a while. He bit his bottom lip before continuing. “I know that those two words are not enough to make up for everything that I did for these past years and that they’re definitely not enough to make up for what I put you through. But I was scared.”

Peter’s voice cracked at the last words, and your face softened when you noticed the tears in his eyes.

“You don’t understand,” he continued, furiously wiping his eyes. “I thought it was cool, being Spider-Man. I guess I never realized just how big of a responsibility it was even though everyone kept reminding me. For the longest time I was just the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, but when T-Thanos came along, everything became so much more complicated. I finally got to see firsthand what consequences trying to be a hero brought. I mean, I know I had already lost my parents and B-Ben, but seeing everything Tony gave up for the greater good and seeing just how much Captain America gave up in order to save the world made me realize that nothing good lasts for people like us.”

You stood and walked over to Peter, taking a seat. Silently, you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

“You mean so much to me (Y/N/N),” Peter whispered, finally meeting your eyes. “But I’m just a kid and I don’t know what to do. Everyone keeps telling me that I’m supposed to step up and take Tony’s spot, because the world needs a new defender but I don’t think I can. I’m a kid (Y/N).”

Tears were rolling down Peter’s cheeks at this point. “I know that we’re supposed to be heroes, but its hard. A-and I thought that if I pushed you away, I’d never have to deal with the pain of losing you, but ignoring you was worse! I just never wanted to be put in a situation where I could lose you. I-If people knew that you knew about Spidey, they’d use you against me, and they wouldn’t hesitate to do things to you.”

By this point, Peter was full on sobbing. His head was nestled into the crook of your neck and you could feel the hot, fat tears rolling down your skin. You held him tightly, not being able to understand the pain he was feeling. You never would. Minutes passed and you found yourself lying down on the bed, Peter still in your arms. His cries had died down some but he still found himself hiccupping every once in a while.

“I forgive you,” you said eventually. “What you did hurt, but I understand why you did it. But Pete, please listen to me when I tell you that’s it is most definitely okay if you don’t want to step up and take Tony’s place. You said it yourself, you’re just a kid. No one, not even Spider-Man, should be forced to grow up that quickly.”

“Thank you,” Peter whispered after a few minutes. “And I’m sorry for hurting you.I wish I could say I never meant to, but I was trying to keep you safe.”

You pressed your lips to his forehead, choosing not to reply.

“I still love you,” Peter admitted unsurely, not knowing how you’d react.

“I never stopped,” you mumbled. Peter’s arms tightened around you and you laid there, eventually drifting off to sleep.

The next day, both you and Peter were in a better mood, and everyone could tell. MJ kept shooting you smug, knowing looks, and not even that could dampen your mood.

The majority of the day was uneventful, and that evening you all found yourselves on your way to the opera house. You trailed slightly behind the group, eyes wandering around the building a you took in every detail no matter how small.

“Hey,” your staring was interrupted as Brad came up to you, hands in his pockets. “The show’s about to start and I was wondering if you wanted to sit together.”

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to reply but you were stopped when a hand intertwined itself with yours.

“Sorry Brad,” Peter said, a small smile on his face. “She’s actually sitting with me.”

Your cheeks heated up as Brad glanced at your joined hands before stepping backwards.

“Oh yeah, sure. No problem. I uh, I should be heading in,” Brad said, awkwardly turning away and heading over to the seats.

You could see MJ looking from Brad to you, the realization of what had just happened hitting her as she burst out into laughter. You began walking towards the seats, only moving a few feet before you felt Peter tug your hand back.

“What’s wrong Pete?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I have to go,” he said quietly, tugging at his shirt collar.

You looked at him, realizing that he must be wearing his suit underneath. “Go. I’ll cover for you.”

Peter leaned forwards, placing a kiss on your forehead before sprinting out of the building. You quietly made your way over to your group, sitting next to MJ.

“Where’s Peter?” Mr. Harrington asked across the row.

“He wasn’t feeling too good sir,” you replied smoothly. “He’s in the bathroom currently, but he’ll be fine.”

“Oh, okay,” Mr. Harrington replied, glancing behind him at the bathroom door. “I hope he comes out soon.”

“He will,” you reassured your teacher before settling into your chair, going quiet as the lights dimmed and the show started.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember anything from the show. You had fallen asleep five minutes in, your head resting on MJ’s shoulder. The group arrived at the hotel a few hours later, the trip blurry due to the fact that you were still groggy from your nap.

You were close to sleep, curled up on your bed, when Peter came swinging through your window again. He landed harshly, crashing into the bedframe as he tried to regain his balance. You instantly shot out of bed, helping him sit on a chair nearby.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Peter gasped, yanking his mask off. “Just a few bruises, nothing too serious.”

You sighed in relief before noticing the thing in Peter’s hands. “Pete, what is that?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Peter admitted, scratching his head as he looked at the black object.

You carefully took it in your hands, inspecting it as you turned it over in your hands. You saw a lens, but other than that, the object was pretty sleek.

“I think,” you spoke hesitantly. “I think its a projector of some kind. It looks like pretty advanced tech though. Where did you get this?”

Peter cursed under his breath, taking the projector from you. He ran his hands over it until his nail caught something. It seemed he had pressed a button, and the projector began to shudder. Shocked, Peter dropped it and it hit the floor, turning itself on.

A giant creature appeared in your room and Peter pulled you towards him for safety. The creature’s arm swung towards the two of you and you braced yourself for the impact only to feel...nothing.

“It’s all fake,” Peter said, staring at the projection. “He’s a liar.”

“Who?” you asked, walking away from Peter and picking up the projector. The illusion disappeared and you tossed the projector back at Peter.

“Mysterio,” he replied as he caught it, placing it on your bed. “He told us that the use of the Infinity Stones against Thanos had caused a rip in the fabric of the universe, allowing him to come here from his world.”

You snorted. “And you believed him?”

“(Y/N), I went to space. I saw many things. You can’t blame me for finding his story believable,” Peter defended himself.

“Okay you’re right. I’m sorry,” you apologized, a smirk on your face. The smirk quickly faded however, when Peter’s eyes suddenly went wide. “What’s wrong Pete?”

“I-I gave them to him,” he whispered in a panic. “O-Oh my god. I gave them to him.”

“Gave what to who Pete?” you asked, slowly approaching him.

“The glasses! The glasses Mr. Stark gave me. They have access to everything in Stark Industries, including weapons and satellites. And I gave them to Mysterio,” Peter cried, tugging at his hair.

This time, your eyes widened as you took in the severity of the situation. “Oh shit. Okay well its well past midnight now. Go to sleep and tomorrow we can go tell whoever is in charge and get your glasses back.”

“No!” Peter exclaimed. “No us. I’ll go talk to Fury tomorrow. I can’t drag you into this.”

You bit your lip and nodded, knowing he was right. You had no superpowers, what would you do if something happened. “Alright, but please stay safe.”

Peter nodded, stepping closer to you. “I’m gonna go to sleep. You should too.”

You nodded in agreement, walking him to the door. Before leaving, Peter leaned down, eyes flickering to your lips. Your breath caught in your throat and you stood still, unable to move. Carefully, Peter pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving back and checking the hallway, making sure the coast was clear.

Satisfied with his observation, he stepped out into the hallway. “Good night (Y/N/N).”

“Good night Peter,” you said, smiling at him. He walked off quickly trying not to be seen in his Spidey suit. Grinning at him once more before he closed his own door, you sighed softly. A sudden movement caught your eye and you turned your head to see MJ standing in her doorway, leaning against the structure with her arms crossed.

“MJ!” you yelped. “Its not what it looks like.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I already knew he was Spider-Man. He’s not exactly the best at hiding it.”

You opened your mouth to reply but then thought better of it, instead closing it and nodding in agreement.

“I’m just glad you two finally made up,” she said before turning around and going back into her room. “Good night!”

“Night,” you replied, going back into your room and closing the door.

Walking further into the room, you stopped suddenly, seeing a figure standing at your bed, projector in hand. They were dressed in a dramatic outfit, their head covered by what looked like a fishbowl.

“Y’know,” the figure spoke, turning around. “I’ve been looking everywhere for this.”

The fishbowl disappeared, revealing a young, attractive man. He slowly walked towards you, extending his hand. “Quentin Beck. Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“How do you know my name?” you asked, not moving an inch.

Quentin smiled, putting his hand down. He was surprised that you weren’t scared and he could see why Peter liked you. “Eh, spider-kid mentioned you once or twice.”

You bristled at the mention of Peter. You quickly realized that this was Mysterio, and decided that lying was your best option. “Did he? That’s a surprise, considering he hasn’t talked to me in years.”

Quentin laughed delightedly. “See, that’s a lie. Peter has been talking to me, telling me all about his progress with you. I know you’ve made up, and I also know that you figured out what this is.”

He held up the projector before stepping even closer to you. “I might not be able to take him out without raising suspicion, but I can sure as hell make sure he doesn't go to Fury about this.”

The last thing you remember was being surrounded by a green mist.

You woke up in your hotel room. Sitting up, you looked around, trying to figure out what had happened last night.

Had you really imagined Mysterio in your room?

You slipped out of bed when you saw the time, quickly changing into some jeans and a shirt and slipping on some sneakers before heading into the bathroom. You washed your face and brushed your teeth, quickly fixing your hair before sprinting to your door. You paused briefly, scanning the room before going down to the lobby.

The projector was missing.

“Ms. (L/N)!” Mr. Harrington exclaimed when you arrived. “Where have you been?”

“Sorry,” you said, walking over to Peter and MJ. “I overslept.”

Mr. Harrington nodded before turning and leading your group out of the hotel. You frowned slightly when you noticed MJ and Peter’s intertwined hands. Walking up to them, you tapped Peter’s shoulders, tilting your head slightly to the side. Understanding you, Peter squeezed MJ’s hand softly before following you.

“What’s going on?” you asked once you were far enough.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

“Are you and MJ a thing?” you asked, confused.

Peter laughed. “Yeah, yeah we are. Listen (Y/N) everything I told you before, I lied. I do like MJ. I don't actually love you.”

You looked at him strangely. “Oh okay, Thank god, that would’ve been awkward. We’ve been friends for so long I can’t see you that way.”

You chuckled, pretending not to notice the way Peter’s eyes widened. You began walking. “So what are you gonna do about Mysterio?”

“Nothing,” Peter replied quickly. “I’m gonna try and focus on my relationship with MJ right now. I’m gonna hold off on going to Fury.”

“Well you said he had called you right?” you asked. He nodded. “Well just forward me the number and I’ll call him.”

“Why would you do that?” Peter asked.

“Because I know exactly what’s happening right now and I know that you have to be stopped,” you replied.

You stood still as the scenery around you faded away. In front of you stood Quentin, who was clapping slowly as he walked up to you.

“When did you know?” he asked, a smile appearing on his face.

“Before I left the hotel room,” you replied. “The projector was gone. And Mr. Harrington has never referred to me as ‘Ms. (L/N)’.”

Quentin nodded, stroking his chin in thought. “You’re smart.”

You glared at him in disbelief.

“No really! You are,” Quentin exclaimed. “Poor Spider-Man couldn’t break out of my projections quick enough. Shame, kid’s probably dead now. Hit by a train.”

You didn’t react. You knew that’s what he wanted; for you to cry, scream, anything. Instead, you stood there silently, looking at him expectantly. “If he’s dead then why am I still here.”

“Oh you’re good,” Quentin said. “Real good. I expected some kind of emotional breakdown from you. Are you a hero too? You seem too well composed to be an average person.”

“Nope, no powers,” you replied. “Just good with emotions, I guess.”

“Okay, well to answer your question,” Quentin continued. “You’re still here because we both know he’s not dead. I said that to try and get you to break but he’s enhanced. He’s probably badly injured, sure, but not dead. Plus, he knows I have you. He’ll follow us wherever we go just to get you back.”

“First of all, what makes you think I won’t escape? Second of all, he won't follow us.” you said.

“You’re smart, but not smart enough,” Quentin said, striding over to you. “As for Peter, he’ll come. He loves you. I know young love when I see it.”

Quentin said the last part with disgust, causing you to smirk. “Aww did someone hurt big, bad Quentin?”

You gasped as Quentin grasped your jaw tightly. “Shut it. Just because I need you alive doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you.”

Your eyes never left his as he spoke, and your smirk never left your face. He let you go, throwing you to the side harshly.

“What a shame,” he spoke, picking up a crowbar. “Under different circumstances you could’ve been such a wonderful asset to my...mission.”

Without giving you a chance to reply, Quentin spun around, swinging the crowbar and effectively knocking you out.

“Now,” he spoke, standing over your body. “On to London.”

Peter was having a pretty shitty day. First, he woke up to find you missing, but brushed it off and labelled it as bad timing. Secondly, he had gone to Fury with his new information, only to find out that he had been manipulated by Mysterio.

Oh and of course he couldn’t ignore the fact that he had gotten hit by a truck.

After waking up somewhere in the Netherlands (he still couldn’t pronounce the name of the town) and contacting Happy, he had broken down. While talking with Happy had helped him, it only reminded him of the conversation he had had with you a few nights ago, causing his heart to clench as he remembered that Mysterio had taken you hostage.

Out of all the lies that Quentin Beck had fed him, Peter knew that he wasn’t lying when he had told him that he had you.

And that’s how he found himself designing a new suit, making sure to take every precaution as Happy flew them to London. even though he knew that stopping Mysterio should be his main goal, he couldn’t deny the fact that your safety was his top priority.

In Peter’s head, the majority of the fight was a blur. He knew that his class was safe, for the most part and he also knew that the city of London was thrown into chaos as Mysterio’s grandest illusion yet appeared.

The Elemental Fusin illusion had been taken down, but Peter was still faced with a mass of drones as he struggled to get to Beck. Peter grunted as he continuously confronted more drones, eventually making it onto the bridge and using his webs to destroy Mysterio’s fishbowl-like helmet.

Upon destroying the dome, the scenery around Peter shifted slightly, and he turned to see Beck holding you by your hair. Peter breathed in sharply when he saw you, dried blood on your face but otherwise unharmed.

“(Y/N),” he muttered, causing Quentin to smile widely.

“Ah Peter,” he said, sliding the EDITH glasses onto his face. “I thought you were dead.”

“No you didn’t,” you muttered, causing Quentin to frown at you.

“Ok, no I didn’t,” he admitted. “But you will be. Soon. Listen kid, it’s better if you let me leave. I won’t have to hurt your dear (Y/N).”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Peter said softly, his eyes never leaving you.

“God I wish you didn’t say that,” Quentin replied, chuckling. “EDITH? Yeah, enable the other drones.”

Peter took a step forward before stopping, multiple drones appearing in front of him ready to fire. Glancing at you once more, Peter took off, jumping and swinging through the sea of drones.

Pausing slightly, he noticed there was only two drones left and grabbing one, he catapulted over the final one. The drone shot twice, missing both times but managing to hit the other one in Peter’ s hands. Using the last of his webs Peter threw the last one into the side of the bridge, effectively destroying it.

Pulling his mask off, he turned towards you, only to see both you and Beck on the ground.

“(Y/N)!,” Peter cried as he rushed towards you. You were holding your side, wincing slightly as you sat up. Across from you was Quentin, doing the same but holding his stomach instead.

“I’m fine Pete,” you groaned. “It barely got me.”

Satisfied with the fact that you weren’t dying, Peter stood up and made his way over to Beck.

“You lied to me. I trusted you,” Peter spoke sadly, looking down at Quentin.

“I know,” he replied, coughing slightly. “You’re a good person Peter. Such a weakness. Stark was right you know.”

Glancing at the EDITH glasses, Quentin continued. “You do deserve that.”

Your eyes widened as Peter extended his arm, a gunshot going off as he did. Quentin stood at his side, gun in hand as the Quentin on the floor dissipated.

“You can't trick me anymore,” Peter stated, plucking the EDITH glasses off Quentin’s face and placing them on his own. Quentin sunk to the ground. “EDITH, turn off the drones!”

Looking around at the destruction surrounding you, you looked at Quentin. “How could you do all this?”

“You’ll see,” Quentin rasped, his breathing shallow. “People tend to believe, and nowadays...they’ll believe anything.”

You shuddered as Quentin’s eyes went dull.

“Is he?” Peter asked quietly. Crawling over to Beck, you checked his pulse before nodding.

Quentin Beck was dead.

You had finally gotten to meet the infamous Nick Fury when Peter insisted on getting your wounds checked out. He had stared you down as they worked on the injury from the drone, impressed by the way you didn’t flinch once. Your head had also been checked out and you had been allowed to leave once they had made sure you didn't have a concussion.

Before leaving, Fury had slipped a card into your hand. “If you ever need a job, feel free to call. We could use people like you around here.”

You had smiled before slipping your hands into Peter’s and following him out.

Before you knew it, you were back in New York. The trip back had been exhausting, with everyone having been concerned about where you had disappeared to and with MJ demanding to know all the details about what had happened.

Eventually, you settled back into your routine. The only thing that had changed was your relationship with Peter. After the whole Mysterio debacle, Peter realized that rather than push you away, he’d rather have you close. That had led you to where you were now, getting ready for your date.

You were dancing around giddily to the music blasting from your speaker, shrieking softly when a knock came from your window. There stood Peter, clad in his Spider-Man suit (without the mask) and smiling amusedly as he watched you.

Opening your window, you smiled at him, cheeks still red. “Creep.”

He said nothing, instead choosing to pull you to him and place his lips on yours. You sighed softly into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You stood there for a few minutes, exchanging soft kisses until you were smiling widely.

“Well hello to you too, Pete,” you said, pulling back and looking into his eyes.

“I love you,” Peter whispered, leaning in and kissing you once more. “So, you ready?”

You giggled delightedly. “I love you too. Where are we off too?”

Peter smiled upon hearing your words. “I was thinking about going for a swing?”

You nodded happily, following him to the window and holding on tightly as he swung. You sailed through the city for a while before landing on the roof a building. Sitting down next to Peter, you placed your head on his shoulder as you took in the view. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah you are,” Peter replied looking down at you. You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness before pulling him into another kiss.

The two of you spent the rest of the day there, talking about everything and nothing, exchanging soft kisses, and simply enjoying each others company, happy that you the two of you had finally gotten over your fears and gotten together.

And so there the two of you remained, blissfully unaware of the story that The Daily Bugle had just published.

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