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donald4spiderman · 2 years ago

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SAY IT ON THE COUNT OF THREE

peter isn’t sure if you have a crush on him and it’s driving him insane. cue a whole lot of advice seeking, elaborate plans, and confusing romance.

mcu!peter x avenger!fem!reader

tw: mutual pining, kissing, sexual innuendos, crack because the rest of the avengers are there so obviously everyone is crazy, also this is not proofread sorry not sorry

a/n: if anyone could word count this for me pls comment it below. i am curious to know . i wrote this on the mobile app so i can’t do it. PLEASE REBLOG

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TWO YEARS AGO, WHEN TONY STARK RECRUITED YOU TO JOIN THE AVENGERS, Peter assumed not much in his life would change. He and the rest of the avengers were looking forward to having a new super-hero friend to fight evil alongside, but that’s about it. He was familiar with your success as the (somewhat controversial) vigilante named Slayer—with enhanced fighting abilities, super strength, and physical resistance to weapons. But nothing, and Peter means nothing, could’ve prepared him for meeting you person-to-person.

He remembers his first interaction with you with perfect clarity, mostly because of how utterly embarrassing it was for him. Peter has attempted to forget every detail about his horrible first impression, but it remains burned into the forefront of his mind.

The Avengers awaited your arrival impatiently, crowded near the main elevator. Tony alerted everyone that the you were headed up to meet everyone. Peter was really excited, but decided to linger behind Natasha and Wanda. He heard the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open, but couldn’t see you over Thor and Steve as you entered the compound.

“Everyone,” Mr. Stark announced, “This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a.k.a Slayer.”

“Hey, guys.” you greeted. “It’s so amazing to meet all of you in person. I’m so excited to be joining The Avengers.”

Steve and Bucky were the first to welcome you. Peter could only imagine the flashy smirks and dazzling charm they were entertaining you with.

“Steve Rodgers, Captain America.”

“Bucks Barnes, Winter Soldier.”

You shook both of their hands firmly, sizing them up. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Next was Sam, who was much more friendly, offering you a hug, which you reluctantly accepted. Thor was kind and courteous, shaking your hands as well. Then, Natasha and Wanda approached you, and your smile widened, relieved to be in the company of the female avengers. Both the girls gave you hugs and compliments on your outfit.

“This is so crazy!” you gushed to the girls, “I’m so excited to be working with you two!”

“We’re beyond excited,” Wanda smiled. “We’ve always complained that there’s way too many guys living here.”

“Hey!” Bucky protested. You all laughed.

Finally, it was Peter’s turn to say hi. He was already nervous at the mere though of having to introduce himself to someone. But now that the rest of the team cleared to the side, he could see your face clearly, and suddenly, his brain stopped functioning.

Your eyes dazzled beneath the dim light of the compound, lips curled into a welcoming grin. Your hair was stunning, yet effortless. The few photos he’s seen if you in actions in the tabloids didn’t do you justice. Everything about you appeared confident, assertive, and experienced, despite you being around Peter’s age—it made him feel even more inadequate in comparison. Your strong frame was only highlighted by your classic, metallic blue suit. He couldn’t tear eyes away from you.

“Hi. I’m (Y/N),” you stuck your hand out in front of Peter, who was frozen in place, “it’s so cool to meet the real Spider-Man. I’ve always been a big fan.”

“Y-yeah,” Peter agreed in a panic, “me too!”

He heard faint chuckles (most likely from Bucky and Sam) from behind him. You giggled too, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “You’re a big fan of yourself?”

His jaw dropped. “H-huh? W-what? No?! I just meant-I’m not-“

You interrupted his sputtering, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time, Spider-Man.”

“Peter,” he mumbled quietly, completely humiliated and somewhat defeated, “it’s Peter Parker.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter Parker,” you smirked, dragging your hand down his arm until it rested at your side.

“Alright!” Mr. Stark interrupted the awkward interaction, clapping his hands together. “Thank god whatever that was is finally over. Let me show you to your suite, (Y/N).”

You nodded towards Tony, turning back to smirk at Peter, “See you later.”

“S-see you, uhm, later,” he stammered, watching you walk away until you disappeared around the corner.

He could feel everyone else’s eyes on him, stifling their laughter until you were far enough away not to hear.

“What was that?!” Steve howled, cackling so hard he was gasping for air. “Have you never talked to a woman before?”

“Shut up,” Peter muttered under his breath.

“Zip it, boys,” Wanda ordered, rolling her eyes at them as they laughed, “she seemed to like him.”

“Yeah,” Natasha agreed, “I think (Y/N) was flirting with him.”

Peter’s face perked up at Natasha’s observation. We’re you really flirting with him? Is that how people flirt?

“No way,” Sam declared, “have y’all seen her? No offense, Parker, but she’s a total bombshell.”

“Like you know anything about women,” Wanda snarled, focused on comforting Peter.

He groaned dejectedly, face falling into his palms, “I really don’t know what happened! I just...shut down? I’m awkward, but i’ve never been that awkward! Oh god...”

“Trust me,” Natasha consoled, “I’ve had interactions with men a thousand times worse than that. She won’t hold it against you. Plus, she seems into the whole dorky thing you got going on. You’ll be fine.”

Peter recalls his horrible first impression daily, but Natasha and Wanda ended up being right. After your first month being on the team and living at the compound, you seemed to forget about Peter’s mishap. In fact, you approached him constantly, asking him to play games or hang out with you. Thanks to your efforts, Peter grew more comfortable around you, and the two of you became best friends.

Being best friends with you doesn’t change the fact that he’s still incredibly entranced by both your beauty and personality to the point where he makes a total fool out of himself. It doesn’t help that you have a spunky attitude, often flirting with him to make him flustered. In the two years he’s known you, Peter hasn’t been figured out if you’re into him, or just messing with him.

It’s Saturday, which means it’s “(Y/N) and Peter’s Movie Night” as you so affectionately call it. Every Saturday night, you and Peter cuddled up on the couch in one of the many living rooms with popcorn, a dozen blankets, and tissues (hey, you liked to watch some depressing movies). It’s a nice and simple break from all the training and fighting the two of you do as Avengers. Plus, it’s uninterrupted one-on-one time for Peter to spend with you.

“Alrighty,” you exclaim, jumping to sit on the couch cushion adjacent to him, “what shall we watch?”

“It’s up to you,” Peter states. “It’s not like you really give me a choice.” The last part of his sentence was mumbled beneath his breath, but you still heard it, gasping with feigned irritation.

“I see how it is,” you glare, punching him playfully in the shoulder. “Fine. Since you have so many complaints, you can actually chose the movie this time.”

“Yes!” he triumphs, snatching the remote from you, unashamedly delighted, “we are watching Mean Girls!”

“Really? Not that I’m opposed to that choice, it’s just, I did not expect you to chose that movie.”

“Why? It’s a timeless classic. Name one other movie that has quotes so prevalent decades after its release.”

You pause for a moment. “Damn., I’m coming up empty. Alright, let’s hit it.”

Peter presses play, and as the visuals fade in, you snuggle up against his side, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. He swings his arm around your torso, pulling you in close. You hum with content.

You’re so happy Peter chose to watch Mean Girls; you’d almost forgotten how insanely funny it is. Every other moment has the both laughing so hard you cry.

“You remind me of Karen,” you say, watching as Peter’s face contorts into an offended expression.

“Excuse me?” he shrieks. “You know I’m an actual genius, right?”

“Oh, don’t be so upset. Karen is totally the funniest.”

“But she’s dumb! I’m not dumb!”

“You sure about that?” you tease.

Peter pouts, “Whatever.”

“C’mon, smarty pants. At least she’s hot, just like you,” you nudge him in his ribs as he blushes.

“Stop it,” he grumbles, “stop teasing me.”

“I’m being serious! You’re a very good-looking dude,” you give him a pointed look, “say it—say that you’re hot.”

“N-no,” Peter stutters, thrown off by your steady stream of compliments, “I-I’m not.”

“I think you are, so say it. If you don’t I’ll beat you up, Peter Parker—swear to god.”

You think he’s hot?

“Fine!” he concedes, knowing that with your powers, you could very well win against him in a fight, “I’m...hot?”

“Say it like you mean it!”

Peter takes a deep breath in before shouting at the top of his lungs, “I’m hot!!!!”

You roll your eyes, tsk-ing him in a disappointed manner as you shake your head. “Wow, Parker. Way to be arrogant. So self centered.”

His face drops, “Oh my god. You are such an ass!”

“Can you blame me?” you ask, batting your lashes at him.

“N-no. Ugh, whatever,” he glances away, nervous under your stare, “let’s just get back to watching the movie.”

This is not an uncommon occurrence: you, flirting incessantly with Peter, who can’t do much besides sputter and blush profusely. It’s one of the factors that makes his friendship with you so confusing—he can never tell if your “platonic” actions teeter towards romantic.

It also doesn’t help that you flirt with him in front of the rest of The Avengers. And while, in theory, receiving compliments from a gorgeous girl should boost his social credit, it has the opposite effect on Peter. Not only is he teased by you, he’s also teased by the rest of his team, especially Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

For example, you have an obsession with complimenting his physique. If Peter ever wears a form fitting shirt—or no shirt at all—you’re quick to shower him with somewhat objectifying comments.

You sit atop the kitchen counter, legs dangling aimlessly as you converse with Sam and Bucky. Peter just finished his morning training, hair still damp from showering. Loosely fitted basketball shorts hang low on his hips, and the only item covering his torso is a towel slung over his shoulder.

“G’morning.” Peter yawns, fetching a mug from the cabinet.

You check him out shamelessly as he stretches his body out to reach the top, “Good morning, indeed,” you leer, smiling smuggly as Peter reveals a scattered rouge on his cheeks. “How was your workout?”

“G-good.” he replies, self conscious and suddenly aware of Sam and Bucky’s presence.

“Did you lift today?”

“Yeah. I did some sparring and technique with Natasha, then went to the gym after.”

You glance down at his biceps, “I can tell. You look extra vascular today.”

Sam snickers next to you, leaning in to Bucky as he observes you ogle Peter. “Vascular?!” he exclaims, “who the hell says vascular?”

“Me, Sam. I do,” you tut, “and it’s true. Working out increasing blood flow to the muscle which promotes size and vascularity.”

“Are we talking about biceps here—or a different kind of muscle, if you know what I mean,” he wiggles his eyebrows, humored by his own joke.

You roll your eyes, “Grow up, idiots. You just wished I complimented you as much as I do Peter.”

“True, true,” Sam admits, “but that doesn’t mean it’s not funny to watch Parker get so wound up when you talk to him.”

“Whatever,” you sigh, “I have training in a few. Bye, Peter. And I’ll see you two idiots in hell.”

The three boys watch you walk away, Sam and Bucky immediately jumping at the opportunity to make fun of Peter once you leave their sights.

“You can relax. You’re girlfriend isn’t here anymore,” Bucky scoffs.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Peter huffs, glaring at him.

“She sure acts like it.”

Sam nods in agreement, “Yeah. When will the two of you just get together so the rest of us don’t have to watch you make a fool of yourself?”

“We’re just really good friends!” he exclaims, utterly frustrated. “Stop trying to make our friendship something that it’s not.”

“So you really don’t have any sort of romantic feelings for (Y/N)?” Bucky interrogates.

Peter ponders for a moment, “N-no. I don’t....right?”

He’s always harbored certain, unique feelings for you since your friendship began to bloom. He could never exactly pinpoint what they were, but Peter knows he’s never had another friendship quite like this; he’s not exactly sure how he’s supposed to feel.

Bucky bursts out laughing, “Oh my god! This is so funny! You totally have a crush on (Y/N)!”

“Shhhhh!” Peter hisses.“Could you be any louder?”

“Yes. Yes, I could,” he remarks, “but back to what you just said: you like (Y/N)—you like Slayer!”

“I don’t know, okay?” Peter’s never been more exasperated in his life, “I guess I always thought that maybe we would be good together, I don’t know? I’ve never been in a relationship before and I don’t know how girls act when they like someone. Can you guys help me?”

“Wait, you want our help?” Sam asks, face resting in a satisfied smile.

“Yes? I just need help figuring this all out. A-and you guys definitely know more about dating and all that stuff than I do. Please?”

“Can we tell Steve, Wanda, and Natasha about this?”

“Fine,” Peter carps, “but don’t tell Mr. Stark. He he gets all weird and fatherly about this kind of stuff and I don’t want him worrying.”

“That won’t be an issue,” Sam smiles, “Tony already knows.”

With Natasha and Wanda on board, the boys essentially had direct intel into your deepest, darkest thoughts about Peter Parker. It was no secret that you were the closest with the girls (and Peter). Unfortunately, according to them, you had never mentioned anything out of the ordinary.

But, the two women were not satisfied by this. So, they crafted a plan to investigate further. It’s in the name of love, and all is fair is love and war, or whatever that stupid saying is.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Natasha and Wanda whispering to each other. They periodically glance over at you, waving their hands in the air as they converse in secrecy.

Eventually, the pair approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Wanda says, Natasha following closely behind. “How are you?”

“The same as when you saw me an hour ago. Why?” your lips press into a tight line, unnerved by their suspicious behavior.

She smiles nervously, “We just have a really important question to ask you.”

“Okay...”

“What’s your dream guy?”

“—or girl!” Natasha adds.

“Dream guy or girl or person—whatever,” She corrects. “What would you say are your ideal qualities in a romantic partner.”

You shrug, “I don’t know? Genuine, nice, sort of dorky and shy. I don’t really have a type.”

The two girls exchange a knowing glance with one another. “Alright. So, I’m gonna give you a person who’s totally made up and not real, and you’re gonna tell me your honest opinion about them, ‘kay?”

You’re visibly confused by their abnormal behavior, but continue nonetheless. “This is a weird ass game, but I’ll play.”

“Perfect! Okay, so this person is very sweet, super kind to everyone and always afraid of messing things up. They’re very dorky—they love nerdy movies and hobbies. They’re also physically fit, but they don’t let their appearance inflate their ego. In fact, they can be a little insecure at times. They value loyalty and intelligence, but they struggle with communication.”

Wanda hopes she wasn’t too specific. After all, Peter is your best friend. You know him better than anyone.

“They sound cool, I guess,” you sigh, “I don’t know. I’m not really in the place to date anyone right now.”

Natasha nods, “Can I ask why?”

“I kind of have...a thing...for someone else. And it wouldn’t be fair for me to date anyone until I get over them.

The girls faces perked up, “Can we know—“

“No!” you exclaim, “I will not tell you who. Okay. Bye.” you scramble out of the room, itching to get away from their incessant questioning.

“Bye, (Y/N)....” Wanda sighs, disappointed she didn’t succeed.

“So, none of us have gotten anywhere in our mission to help Peter,” Natasha huffs, stirring her cereal across the table from Steve. “I mean, we’ve tried everything. It’s been three weeks and we can’t crack her. Poor Peter.”

Steve nods his head slowly, “Let me help.”

“You wanna help? Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” he beams. “I like the kid. Plus, I’ve been a little bored recently.”

“You have any good ideas?”

Steve grins, “I do. In fact, I have a plan that just might work.”

“(Y/N)!” Steve greets you in the main living room, “are you free this Saturday?”

“Why?” you question, “you planning on killing me?”

“What? No! Just-ugh-are you free? Yes or No.”

“I think I’m free,” you say, unsure of where the conversation is going.

Steve smiles, “Perfect! You’re going on a date!”

You expression shifts. “No offense, Cap, but I don’t really see you like that and—“

“Not with me!!!” he exclaims, “I’m setting you up on a blind date. His name is Spencer. He’s an FBI agent and he’s in town for a few weeks. He’s super frickin’ smart—one of the smartest people I know. He’s six foot two with curly brown hair. I told him about you and wants to have dinner at the bistro by 5th avenue. Will you go?”

You thought to yourself for a moment, “You know what? Sure. I’ll go. He sounds nice.”

“Perfect.” Steve chuckled mischievously. “I-uh-I mean...perfect! I’ll text to let him know.”

“So,” you whip your head around to find Natasha stalking around the corner, “you’re going on a date?”

“I guess,” you shrug.

“What about the unnamed person you’re still in love with?”

“It’s not going anywhere—I don’t think it ever will. Might as well have fun and put myself out there. Plus, if the date goes bad and he’s horrible, I won’t feel bad about being a hellish nightmare and fighting him. Win-win.”

“Alright,” she smiles, “tell me if you need anything. I have a killer dress I’d think you look absolutely jaw-dropping in.”

“I don’t think I own anything besides a few T-shirts and my suit,” you laugh, “thanks, Nat.”

“The pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”

Come Saturday evening and you were rushed to get ready. You almost forgot the dinner reservations were at 6 and spent the whole afternoon training instead.

“Nat!” you shout, hurrying to finish brushing your hair, “can I have that dress you were talking about?”

“Sure! What size?”

“What do you mean what size? Don’t you only have one size?”

“Uhhh...no,” she chuckles in embarrassment, “I may have bought the dress in every size available—just in case.”

“I really don’t have time to think about how strange that is. Just get me whatever size you think. I trust your judgement.”

“Sounds good,” she nods. “You’re gonna look so hot!”

A few moments later she bursts into your room, in her arms a silky black dress. You don’t even want to think about how expensive the item is—it looks luxurious.

“Wow, it’s gorgeous.” you say in awe of the garment.

“I know right,” she agrees, “just wait until you put it on.”

You slip into the bathroom to change. A minute later, and you’re emerging from behind the door. “What d’you think?”

You do a slow spin for Nat, her mouth hung is shock. The black, satin dress sits snuggly over your chest and waist, slightly draping away from your hips. The v-neck line accentuates your cleavage tastefully. It’s equal parts sexy and sophisticated.

“I feel dumb,” you groan, arms crossed around your torso. “I feel so exposed in this. I just wanna put on my suit.”

“Oh like that’s any less revealing,” Natasha quips. You chuckle in agreement. “If you don’t wanna wear it you don’t have to. I think you look ridiculously fucking good.”

You study your appearance in the full length mirror. Nat is right. It’s unusual for you to be wearing such a fancy dress, but that doesn’t mean you don’t look absolutely stunning. You smooth the material down, smiling.

“I like it,” you mutter, hiding your giddiness.

“I love it,” she adds, “let’s go show the boys.”

Your smile falters, but you let her drag you into the living room nonetheless. You’re confident enough not to care what anybody thinks. And you doubt your friends will have anything but praise to say.

“What do you guys think?”

Their reactions were similar to Nat’s: faces in total amazement. They’d never seen you in anything other than your suit, workout clothes, and occasionally Peter’s T-shirt.

“You look...wow,” Bucky struggles to find the right words, “why don’t you wear more stuff like this? You look great.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, I can’t exactly fight villains while wearing by this, can I?”

“I’m sure you could,” Sam voices, earring a wave of laughter from the group. “Seriously, though. You’re a very gorgeous woman—through and through.”

“Stop it,” you groan, trying to hardest not to blush under their stares.

The chatter dies down momentarily, but just then, Peter enters, a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hand.

“What’s going on?” he asks, eyes scanning over the crowd until they land on you.

His entire world stops spinning when he takes in your appearance. Peter is enamored by your beauty 24/7, but seeing you so dressed up makes his heart beat a thousand miles a minute. You fiddle with the ring around your middle finger.

“Hey, Parker,” you smile sheepishly.

“H-hey,” he stammers, “why are you all d-dressed up.”

“Oh, um...”

“(Y/N) has a date.,” Wanda announces, causing Peter’s face to fall.

“What?” This is not what he hand in mind when the rest of The Avengers agreed to help him figure out your feelings. “With who?”

“Steve’s friend, Spencer,” you state, “which reminds me, I should get going,” you grab your bag, checking your hair and makeup in the mirror once more before waving to your friends.

“What about movie night?” Peter asks dejectedly.

You frown, “Sorry, Parker. We can reschedule. I’ll see you guys later.”

The elevator doors shut and Peter just loses it. He’s throwing his hands in the air in protest, pizza flying across the room. First of all, you’re going on a date with someone that’s not him. Secondly, you’re skipping out on movie night—the tradition that you started with him. Peter’s heartbroken and pissed all at once.

“What the fuck?!” he shouts. “Steve—what the fuck?” Peter never swears, so it throws everyone off guard. “You know I’m basically in love with (Y/N). You guys were supposed to help me. Not sabotage me!”

“Well,” Natasha chided, “it’s been almost a month and we’ve made no progress. The best way to figure out how she feels about you is to set her up with someone else. If she love with you, she’ll come running back.”

Peter glances up from beneath his lashes, “And if she doesn’t...” The room falls quiet.

“This is-this is a mistake. I need to go after her!” he knew how cliche it sounds: a boy chasing after a girl he’s been pining for after years, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you go on that date with whatever his name is. Sean? Steven? Slater? Whatever! “Where is her date.”

“Bistro on fifth,” Sam states. Wanda slaps him on the shoulder. “What? I want them to be together, sue me.”

Peter thanked Sam, rushing out the room and into the elevator in his pajamas without a second though.

“He’s so easy,” Steve smirked. Things were going according to plan.

The rest of the team celebrated their current success, hopeful that the two of you will be together by the end of the night. It’s up to you and fate to ensure that what’s meant to be is meant to be.

Even with his enhanced strength and stamina, the run to the Italian bistro is hard. Peter’s not as in shape as in shape as he thought, but his exhaustion would never be enough to stop him from ruining your date with Spencer.

After what felt like hours of sprinting down New York sidewalks, he arrived outside the restaurant. He could see you being escorted to your table by the hostess. Spencer isn’t here yet—there’s still has time to confess his feelings.

He storms through the doors of the restaurant, starting a few diners and a waitress.

“Sir, you can’t just—“ the poor waitress attempt to stop him are futile. “I’m sorry, this is really important.”

He rushes to the back of the restaurant where you’re seated, casually sipping your water and skimming the menu.

“(Y/N)!” Peter shrieks, shattering the peaceful ambience of the establishment. “I need to talk to you.”

“Peter!” you gasp, completely shocked and somewhat embarrassed that your best friend showed up unannounced. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He babbles unintelligibly, “I-uh-ah-um...I don’t-uhhhhhh....”

“Is there an emergency?”

He shakes his head, “No no no no. No emergency. Everything is fine—great!”

“Okay....so why are you here then?”

“Well,” he sighs, “everything isn’t actually great. Can I talk to you somewhere private?”

“I’m suppose to be on a date, Parker,” you deadpan. “Spencer’s gonna show up any minute now.”

“That’s the problem.”

“What? Spencer?”

“Yes. Not like him specifically, but the fact that you’re on a date,” he murmurs.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Peter figures this is the closest he’ll ever get to the right moment to confess his feelings for you. He can’t back out now.

“I like you,” he furrows his brows, shaking his head, “no—that’s a lie—i’m in love with you, (Y/N). I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn’t know. But everyone else helped me realize that I want to be more than your best friend.”

“Peter—“

“And I’m sorry i’m doing this to you while you’re waiting for your date. I know it’s selfish and you’d probably rather date Spencer than me, but I just wanted you to know because I don’t like keeping secrets from people I love. So, I’m in love with you. That’s how I feel. How do you feel...about me?”

Peter waits anxiously, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. His adrenaline lessens, and he realizes how out of place he must look in a Star Wars T-shirt and plaid pajama pants in the middle of an expensive restaurants. You don’t seem to mind that he’s not aligned with the dress code. You tilt your chin up, flashing him a bright smile.

“I love you, too—I’m in love with you, too,” you admit, standing up form your seat at the table, throwing your napkin down in a finite motion. “I’ve been in love with you. I only agreed to go on this stupid date because I was trying to get over you.”

“W-wait,” he sputters, gears in his mind struggling to turn, “you were trying to get over me? Couldn’t you see that I was in love with you? I was like a dog—a puppy! I’m so nervous around you all the time; you’re telling me you didn’t notice?”

“I mean, I knew you got all flustered when I flirted with you, but I just thoughts it was because you were awkward or something. I don’t know. I don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Well, you should’ve,” you glare at him, “but that’s besides the point. I am so freaking happy. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is my life. This is real!” he jumps up and down, attracting the attention of the families and couples at nearby tables.

You smile apologetically at them. “Peter, we should leave so we can talk.”

“Yes! Great idea. I love you!” he rambles, gripping your waist tightly as you guide him out of the restaurant. “Wait, what about Spencer?”

You scoff, stepping outside into the frigid New York air. “Oh? Since when did you care about Spencer?”

“I don’t,” Pete states matter-of-factly, “I just want to hear you say that you’re in love with me and not him.”

“Of course I’m not in love with him; I’ve never even met him before!”

“Say it,” he pouts, “please? You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear it.”

You blush, hoping that the dim street lighting conceals your bashfulness. “I love you, Peter Parker. I’ve always been in love with you.”

“I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world,” he whispers, eyes glassy and heart thumping beneath his chest.

He glances down at your lips, quickly looking back up. You smirk, noticing the way his cheeks flush with color.

“I’m going to kiss you, okay. Can you handle that? Or will you like...shut down or like die or something?” you tease, delicate hand stroking his cheekbone.

“Yes! Please!” he yelps with anticipation, “I will be okay, I promise.”

Using the hand on his face, and the other behind his neck, you yank him towards you will volition, pressing your lips against his. He taste like pizza and diet sprite—a weirdly endearing combination that would surely gross you out if it was anyone else. He stiffens, as to be expected, before melting into you, hand caressing your waist.

You pull away, panting heavily. Peter’s eyes flutter open, and his hand comes up to touch his swollen lips. You giggle and he smiles—you can’t stop smiling either—you’re cheeks hurt so much. You’ve never been happier.

“Should we head back?” you suggest, lacing your fingers with his.

“Yes. I didn’t swing here though, so it’s gonna be a long walk.”

You shrug, “That’s okay. We have a lot of things to talk about.”

Two hours later, you and Peter return to the compound. You ended up walking around the park and getting ice cream, enjoying your time with one another now that you know your feelings are reciprocated. When the elevators open up the living room, you both expect to find the rest of the team relaxing in their respective rooms, but you find them congregated in the couch and table, right where you left them.

“Did we miss a meeting?” you ask, setting your bag down on the counter. Everyone glances down at your intertwined hands with wide eyes. You quickly go to shake off Peter’s hand, but be grips you firmly.

“So,” Steve starts, “how was your date with Spencer?”

“Well,” you grimace, “here’s the thing—“

“We kissed!” Peter blurts out. You slap your hand over his mouth and he grumbles.

“Peter!” you bite. He doesn’t seem to care.

The rest of the team looks ecstatic. They whoop and cheer and clap for you and Peter like an audience at a Broadway play.

“We are so happy for you two!” Sam rejoices, wrapping the two of you into a big hug. “I always knew you would end up together. I am just so smart, it really amazes me every time.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re so welcome,” he says smuggly.

Wanda and Natasha smile so wide their eyes crinkle. “Awwwww,” the coo in unison.

“Wait, why are you guys all celebrating?” you question. “Weren’t you all just trying to set me up with Spencer?”

Steve bites his lip, “Well...”

The realization suddenly dawns on you—they planned this. “You bastards!” you exclaim, “you altered my fate! How dare you!”

“What?!” Steve raises his hands up defensively. “Peter was trying so hard to figure out how to deal with his feelings, and the two of you were going absolutely nowhere. I mean, it was almost painful to watch,” you glare at him, “so, we gave him the push he needed to just come out and say it.”

Peter guffaws, “You guys are evil geniuses. But thank you thank you thank you for tricking me into telling (Y/N) I love her. You’re all the best and I owe you my life.”

“Yeah, thank you, all of you, even the ones of you that are idiots,” you give a pointed look to Sam and Bucky. “I just feel bad for Spencer. The whole point was just to set me up with Peter, so he was set up for failure.”

“Actually,” Tony tuts as he rounds the corner and into the living room, “Spencer doesn’t exist.”

“What?” you gasp.

He nods, “We set you up on a real date with a fake person. (Y/N), his name was Spencer. He’s a genius that works for the FBI who’s six foot two...”

“Oh my god!” your face falls into your hands, “You guys convinced me I was going on a date with Spencer Reid! From Criminal Minds! How did I not realize?”

“I don’t know?” Steve says, “but you fell for it, thank god. Now you and Peter can be madly in love and irritate the rest of us with your PDA.”

“Ew,” you groan, “we aren’t one of those couples.”

Bucky points to the way you and Peter are standing: holding hands with his head settling into the crook of your neck.

Peter blushes, “Sorry! I’m just...really happy, okay? Leave us alone.”

“Fine,” he concedes, “just be quiet when you two do your business, if you know what I mean.”

“B-business? We-uh-huh-I mean—“

“What Peter’s means to say is shut up and be quiet,”you smirk. “But don’t worry, we won’t be too loud.” A chorus of ooohs erupt from your friends.

“Bleh! You two are already gross.” Tony mutters with feigned disgust. “But, for what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re together now.”

“Yeah,” Peter says, squeezing you into his side. “Me too.”

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deceitfuldevil · 3 years ago

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Hurt

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: You and Peter made it into MIT together, and were now living together in an apartment on campus. As much as you were both focused on school you also went out to some parties on occasion, some nights when Peter was on patrol just to get out. But tonight some frat boy asshole decided to hit on you and wouldn’t take no for an answer, and when Peter came home and saw a bruise laid across your face he didn’t think twice about harming whoever did this to you.

Warnings: depictions of fighting, mentions of blood, bruises and slapping, Peter being protective!, hints of smut towards the end.

Word Count: 1.4K

Peter came in sneaking through your apartment window to find you softly crying in your bed holding your face. All this was because a drunk guy tried to hit on you, and didn’t want to take no for an answer when you told him you had a boyfriend. You tried to get out of his space but he grabbed hold of your wrists and slapped you clean across the face. You immediately ran out of the party and all the way home after that. Not wanting to stick around to see what else that asshole had to offer.

Peter slid through the window with quiet ease, not even alerting you that he had come home. Tonight was quiet and he wasn’t left with any cuts or bruises thankfully, but he never imagined that one night he’d come home and you’d be the one with bruises.

Slipping his suit off and throwing on a random t-shirt Peter placed his hand on your shoulder as to comfort you, but you just jumped. Still keeping your face turned away from him you said: “hi Pete… didn’t even hear you come in” you said trying to cover the fact that you had just been crying.

“Y/n baby what’s wrong?” He asked, trying to get you to turn over but you wouldn’t budge.

“Nothing, just a tough day y’know?” You said, brushing his hand away. But he saw red marks around your wrist when you pushed him away. Now Peter forcefully grabbed your shoulder and made you look at him, seeing a deep blue bruise forming on your cheekbone.

Peter backed away as you sat up and tried to insist it was nothing.

“Who… who did this to you?” He asked, chest heaving and eyes blowing dark.

“No one Peter I just tripped” you tried making a cheap excuse, staring down at your hands in your lap to avoid his eyes. But he wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“I said..” Peter now walked back to you and gently but firmly took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. “Who hurt you?” you swallowed slowly, almost fearing your boyfriend at the moment with how wide his pupils were blown.

“Just this guy at a frat party.. couldn’t take no for an answer.” You explained, not breaking eye contact.

“Does this prick have a name?” He pushed on, urging you to continue.

“I think it was uh.. Justin Sommelier. But Peter, he's the Dean’s son, you can’t just go after him, you'd be expelled.” You spilled out, silently begging Peter to leave it be.

“I don’t care if I get expelled, someone needs to teach that entitled asshole a lesson.” Peter said, letting go of your chin and throwing a pair of his sweatpants on. He walked out of the door saying no more than “stay here”.

“Peter wait no!” You called out after him, only to have the door slammed in your face. You begrudgingly sighed, grabbing your coat and chased after him but he was nowhere in sight, asshole must’ve swung to Justin’s frat party. You sped walked there amidst the cool breeze of a Boston night, hoping you’d get there in time to stop Peter from making any rash decisions.

You arrived back at the party and things still seemed to be going as normal, maybe you even beat him there. You walked around the party keeping an eye out for anyone thrown against a wall, but nothing. But when you hear a girl shouting and then stomping down the stairs holding her discarded clothes to her chest.

You figured that was your best bet as more of commotion started to arise upstairs you followed the noise, leading you to an open bedroom where Justin was haphazardly throwing his pants back on and shouting at your boyfriend.

“I was about to get laid dude! What the hell is your problem?!” Justin shouted at Peter, starting to back him into a corner.

“My problem is that you can’t take no for an answer and hit my fucking girlfriend!” Peter said, clearly stepping up to the challenge.

“Oh boo who, so what? You don’t deserve such a hot piece of ass anyways, she wanted to sleep with me I just know it.” He said, puffing out his chest and looking over to you and now many others standing in the doorway.

“You’re gonna fucking learn man” Peter said before taking a heavy swing at Justin out of nowhere, nearly knocking him to the ground.

“Oh, you are never going to see the light of MIT ever again. Just wait until my father hears about this!” Justin claimed, winding up another punch that Peter easily dodged.

“That’s if I ever let you see the light of day ever again.” And the next thing you knew Peter was on top of Justin delivering blow and blow to him. Absolutely pummeling him, you didn’t even realize you were screaming when another girl came to your side trying to comfort you.

Justin laid helpless on the ground as Peter beat him to a pulp like you had never seen him do with any bad guy before. This… this was personal. This was for you.

At this point he was passed out, face bloody and swollen. Peter was still throwing punch after punch and said “I should kill you right now.” as he stopped pulling his punches all together.

When Justin started coughing up blood, you knew you had to do something. Freeing yourself from whoever was trying to comfort you and hold you back you brought yourself in-front of Peter and crossed your arms in front of your face to block his fists from colliding with your face too. But as soon as you stepped in front of him he stopped his violent actions.

“Y/n, step aside.” He said, not looking at you as his chest heaved and he stared down at the man he had beaten into a pulp. He tried to nudge you aside but you stayed planted in your place. Mimicking his actions earlier you brought one hand to his chin and forced him to look you in the eyes.

“Peter please, stop this.” You begged, eyes furthering your silent plea with him. He stared back at you and it almost looked as if your boyfriend wasn’t even there for a second as you stared into his eyes. You took a deep breath and whispered “please come back to me.” As you gently pressed your lips to his, pulling away you saw his eyes return to a normal state and his tense form softened up. He stood up and looked around him, seeing the scared and worried eyes everyone was giving him. He took your hand and led you out of the now dead and silent frat party and took you home.

The walk back to your apartment was silent, things between the two of you stayed silent as he brought him to your shared bathroom to clean up his bloodied fists. Once cleaned, you stayed standing between Peter’s legs staring down and not meeting his eyes.

“Y/n I’m sorry, I went too far and I shouldn’t have—“ Peter was cut off by you smashing your lips onto his, eagerness radiating from your core. When you pulled away, he gave you a dazed and cheeky look.

“Now what was all of that about?” He asked hopping off the counter and walking you back towards a wall as he raised his hands to your hips.

“Never got to see your fight firsthand before… I liked what I saw.” You confessed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling him in for another heated kiss.

You got a few more bruises that night, but those all came consensually <3.

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A/N

Holy hell is it been a fat fucking minute since I wrote for Peter Parker… I last posted an imagine for him in summer of 2020 for context. Anyways I wrote this with dark! Peter (like when he was beating on green goblin at the end of no way home yk?) in mind because shit was so hot. Hope you all enjoyed and thanks for reading!!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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anne-chloe · 3 years ago

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The Disappearing Act

Peter Parker x Teen!Female!Reader

What’s a hero without a villain? The early-days of “Spider-Man” come to light as he fights off his very first foe, a girl with the ability to disappear.

Peter didn’t know what to do anymore.

How was he supposed to fight someone he couldn’t see? He was punching blind, running into dark alleys with no real sense of direction. He could hear her laugh, cackle, tease and taunt from all directions, and it made him feel weak.

What was he thinking? Was he truly ready to fight against a world crawling with evil? This girl wasn’t even the full strength that the Avengers had ever fought off, yet he was incapable of laying a single finger on her. He’d only ever caught a glimpse of her face, but even that wasn’t enough to identify her.

“What’s wrong, Spider-Boy? Have you given up already?~”

Peter’s face twisted into a deep frown. His emotions were bubbling away; conflicted between continuing with the facade of confidence and determination, or breaking into an obvious frustration and scream out loud. He couldn’t keep chasing after an enemy he couldn’t physically see.

What was he supposed to do?

There was a pause of silence; it felt so thick that Peter found it hard to breathe. The cold night air tickled his cheeks through the knitted fibres of his mask, making him feel slightly numb. He tried to conceal a shiver by roughly looking around, but it only caused him to strain and pull a muscle. How awkward.

Then, Peter heard a sigh from the left. Somewhere above him, hiding on the fire escape that lead into a closed-down restaurant. “Come on, I’m getting bored. Do a flip or something.”

“Is that why you’re doing all this?” Peter shouted, his eyes squinting and searching the darkness for some sort of movement. He could hear the faint creaks and squeaks of the rusted metal, the structure groaning under the added pressure of this strange girl. It was an old building, so no doubt the fire escape hadn’t been checked for safety in a long time.

“Hm?” A pause of quiet again. A moment to breathe. A moment to observe. “Doing what?”

Peter watched as something shuffled forwards, a fabric of sorts nearing into the light. Thank God the city had street lights that reflected far and wide, even if it was dim, it gave him enough of a spotlight to catch sight of something. He knew she was crouched above him, possibly holding onto the rail.

If he could get a clear enough shot to web her to the wall…

“Breaking into places… is it because you’re bored?” Peter knew he needed to drag out a conversation, long enough to keep this girl distracted. The longer she stayed engaged in a conversation, the better chance he had at succeeding. That’s how the hero’s in movies did this type of stuff, right? Through distraction?

The girl laughed; it was a light laugh that echoed through the narrow alley, and it sounded sincere. “And why do you chase after me, Spider-Boy? Have you also succumbed to boredom?”

There was another shuffle, and soon enough a hand broke through the darkness. Slim fingers wrapped around the metal railing, gripping tight. Peter felt his heart skip a beat in excitement, his breath hitched inside his throat as he quickly extended an arm and aimed at the limb.

A web shot out, shooting through the darkness and towards its target.

Bullseye.

“What… ew, gross!”

Peter wasted no more time as he sprung into action. He leapt upwards and grasped the bottom of the ladder, hastily hoisting himself onto the first platform. The structure shuddered under his weight, but he ignored the way it practically shivered. He twisted his body around and jumped onto the railing, using it as a boost up to the second level.

He listened closely to the sound of his target grunting and whining in disgust and frustration; she was tugging and pulling at the webbing, but Peter was positive it’d stay sticky long enough for him to capture her properly.

Peter flipped up to the third and final level, his feet planting firmly. He turned his eyes towards the girl on her knees, one hand glued to the railing and the other desperately clawing at the web. Her panic increased as he neared closer, close enough to kneel beside her.

He did it.

“Not so smug now, are you?” Peter muttered, a satisfied grin breaking across his face. Now that he was looking closer, he could finally see her facial features better.

And damn, she was beautiful.

A murderous glare twisted across her face, eyes so sharp it could slice Peter into millions of pieces. She looked almost feral, unafraid to cut a bitch. “What the fuck is this made out of?” She questioned lowly, her voice on the verge of a growl.

Peter looked between the webbing and her. “Just… just some stuff I made.”

“Good to know it’s not coming out of you.” Her eyes drifted back to the alley, looking almost distant.

Quiet fell among the two, and Peter suddenly felt awkward. Now that he had captured this girl, after a few days of zero sleep and intricate trap designs (which wasn’t actually very detailed), Peter didn’t know who he was supposed to hand the girl over to.

The police? No, Peter had dropped hints to them on multiple occasions. It was because of their lack of interest that Peter had involved himself so quickly. This girl had broken into many establishments without leaving a single trace, or a single clue as to how she had done it. She was skilled, too clever for the police.

The Avengers? That just felt too extreme. They dealt with “end-of-the-world” business, not petty thieving.

Then again, this wasn’t petty thieving…

“Why are you just sitting there?”

Peter’s attention snapped back to the girl, his stomach twisting with butterflies at the intense eye-contact. Her nose scrunched slightly.

“I—uh, what?” He stammered.

The girl rolled her eyes. “You caught me, so why are you just sitting there? Aren’t you going to hand me over to the police or something?”

So it was obvious that Peter didn’t know what to do. Perhaps if he contacted the police then they’d know some sort of special forces that could contain this girl properly? Right, that seemed like a more reasonable option.

There was no way that humans with incredible gifts were making appearances all over the country and the government weren’t creating a containment plan. They constantly had backup plans.

“I, yeah, no, I was totally about to contact the police,” Peter confirmed. He stood to his full high and shuffled back, digging his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He unlocked it and skimmed towards the dial pad and held the device to his ear, listening to the dial tone briefly.

Peter only looked away for a second, but when his eyes landed on the exact same spot as the girl had previously been sitting, he came to the indescribable horror that she was gone.

Peter ended the call with zero hesitation, a string of swears leaving his lips as his eyes darted around the area.

Where did she go?

A sharp whistle drew his attention further up the building. Leaning over the edge, waving playfully and shooting Peter a small wink, the girl flaunted her freedom.

“That was fun, we should do this again sometime!” She hollered loudly. “See you around, Spidey!”

And with Peter’s intense gaze glued to her form, he watched as she vanished before his very eyes. She just disappeared, no warning, no aftermath; just gone.

Peter stood rather dumbfounded for a minute longer, allowing time to process what had transpired. He was so close. Why had he hesitated in contacting the police? If he had been just slightly more efficient in his motive, then he would have surely been successful. Right?

But this wouldn’t be his final encounter with this girl. He knew they’d meet again.

#spiderman #spider man #avengers #Tom Holland #Spider-Man homecoming #Spider-Man far from home #reader insert #teleportation #fan fiction #short story #super hero #super powers #Drabble

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pitubea1910 · 5 years ago

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Venice

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 7k

Warnings: -

Tags: -

Request: -

Notes: I didn’t review this so I apologise for any mistake! I hope you like it and, please, leave some feedback so I know if you do :)

MASTERLIST

Venice.

Paris.

Summer.

Friends.

Peter.

That was going to be the first weeks of your holidays. A summer school trip around Europe. What else could you ask for? It was the perfect plan for what it promised to be the perfect summer.

Excited?, Peter’s text said the night before your departure.

You smiled at the screen while you brushed your teeth. Holding the toothbrush with your mouth, you texted him back:

Very! Its gonna be awesome.

You put your phone down and finished washing your teeth before going to your room where you still had some more packing to do. Your mum had been obsessed with this trip and had made like three to-do lists. She was driving you crazy. But you knew she was just worried. It was your first time out of the country and out of New York, so she was kind of losing it.

But you couldn’t be more excited. And you were a bit shy to admit that a big part of that excitement was because of the thought of spending some more time with Peter away from everything.

Peter and you weren’t dating, although it really felt that way. You used to spend most of the time out of school together, he would come over your house -or you would to his- almost every weekend for movie night and you could always fall asleep on his chest. It would be his aunt or your mum finding you cuddled up in the middle of the night with an already finished movie playing on TV. He would take every chance he got to touch you in any way possible: a lose strand of hair, something on your cheek, anything. And you loved his contact, you loved hugging him, feeling his arms around you.

You knew you liked him and you were 98% sure he liked you too, but neither of you had had the courage to take that last step that had you on the ‘friends’ stage. Maybe this trip around Europe could fix that.

Next morning, your mum dropped you off at the airport before going to work. She tried to hide it, but you could the tears on the corner of her eyes when she hugged you goodbye.

“Mum, I’m going to be okay”, you chuckled squeezing her hand. “It will be just three weeks.”

“I know, I know”, she nodded. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. “Just be careful, text me as soon as you land and never leave the group alone, alright?”

“Don’t worry, Miss Jones”, Peter’s sudden appearance startled you so much that you were about to hit him, which made him laugh when he caught your wrist just in time. “I’ll keep a close eye on her the whole”, he finished his sentence looking at your mum without letting go of your wrist.

“I trust you, Pete”, your mum said, smiling at him.

“You trust him but you don’t trust myself?” You asked fake offended. You knew how much your mum liked Peter.

“It’s been proved several times that you can’t really be trusted”, Peter teased you with a smile.

“I can’t with you two when you decided to collude against me”, you huffed and looked at your mum. “Aren’t you late for work or something?”

“Yes and now I can go. I know you’re in good hands”, she said with a teasing smile.

Peter let go of your hand so you could hug your mum once again. You took your luggage and looked at Peter with your eyes narrowed, but all he did was smile innocently as you as you made your way into the airport, where you soon saw the rest of your classmates and the teachers that would be coming with you.

“Do you have your passport?” Peter asked.

“Of course I have my passport”, you said, but you checked your bag anyway, making him laugh. “See? Here it is.”

“You didn’t even know if you had it”, he laughed.

“And do you?” You said raising both eyebrows.

“Of course”, he smirked and put his hand into his back pocket, his face suddenly turning white and his eyes widening. “Shit…”, he mumbled.

“Not funny, Peter”, you said crossing your arms.

“I’m not joking”, he said opening his bag pack.

“Peter!”

You both looked to your side to see Aunt May running into the airport holding Peter’s passport in her hand. A huge smirk spread on your lips as she handed it to him.

“You’re a mess”, May said when Peter took it, his eyes burning red. “It fell on the car floor. I told you not to put things into your back pocket.”

“Thanks, May”, he said.

“I gotta go, be careful and call me, alright?” She said giving both of you a quick hug. When she left, you looked at Peter.

“Not a word”, he said, turning to walk towards the class.

“You’re not going to hear the end of this, Parker”, you smiled widely. “Hey, MJ”, you said.

“Hi guys”, she smiled at both of you. “You’re late.”

“Peter forgot his passport”, you were quick to say.

“It was in the car!”, He defended himself.

“Peter forgot his passport in the car”, you said, smiling even more when he glared at you.

“You two are cute”, was all MJ said before turning her attention to the teachers, who were giving the instructions for the boarding of the plane.

You looked at him after MJ said that at the same time he looked at you with a small smile. His hand went to your back where he rubbed small circles like he did so many times. You took a small step closer to him, so your arm was touching his side, and sighed now paying attention to your teachers.

Your dad had warned you about how long the flight was going to be. He was perfectly aware of it since he had to travel to Europe twice a year for his job. But you never thought it would actually be so damn long. And even confusing. By the time you landed in Italy, it was 9 p.m. in New York but it was 3 in the morning in Italy.

The first thing you did was going to your room, which you shared with MJ, to leave your luggage. It was probably the shittiest hotel you had ever seen, but you knew how cheap your school was so you were just glad to have an actual roof over your heads and semi-decent beds.

“How are we supposed to sleep now?” You asked when you took a seat on your bed. “It’s 9 p.m. in New York, I don’t go to sleep for another three hours and we’re supposed to be up in five?”

“Jet lag will hit us hard”, MJ nodded. “I’m not tired either.”

You whined and opened your suitcase to take out your pyjamas. At least you had to give it a try or you would be a mess next morning. You saw MJ doing the same. With a sigh, you got up to take off your jeans when there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” You asked after seeing that MJ was already without her jeans.

“It’s Peter”, his voice said on the other side of the door.

MJ looked at you and then kept on changing her clothes, but you could see the tiny smirk she had on her face. You pulled your jeans back up and went to the door, opening just a little so MJ wouldn’t be visible.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I can’t sleep”, he shrugged.

“Did you even try?”

“No, actually”, he admitted. “But I’m not tired at all. I thought we could sneak out and go for a walk or something?”

You bite your lip to suppress your smile and looked at MJ for a moment, he nodded eagerly, making you laugh quietly.

“I’m going to grab a jacket”, you said.

“I brought one spare”, he quickly said before you closed the door.

Another thing you loved was wearing his clothes and Peter loved seeing you in them, Plus, your smell would stay afterwards, which he loved even more.

“Okay, give me a second”, you said.

Without even closing the door, you walked back to your bed to take the phone and put it into your back pocket -a small smile appeared on your face when you remembered May scolding Peter for doing just that-.

“Cover for me, please?” You asked MJ, who had taken a book from her suitcase.

“No problem”, she said. “Have fun.”

You winked at her and hurried out of the room, closing the door silently behind you. Peter was waiting for you, leaned against the wall and looking at his phone. When he heard you, he locked the device and put it in his pocket with a smile.

“Where to?” You asked when he handed you his hoodie.

“Given my deep knowledge of Venice”, he said as you two started walking down the stairs, “I suggest we go left.”

“Then we better go right”, you said. “I can’t take any advice from someone who forgets his passport before a trip”, you added.

“I didn’t forget it!” He exclaimed when you walked out of the hostel.

“Shut up”, you laughed covering his mouth with your hand, laughing quietly. “This place has the thinnest walls I’ve ever seen”, you added when he looked at you confused.

Smiling under your hand, he took it and gave it a small kiss that made you blush before pulling it away from his mouth. Yet, he didn’t let go of it. Instead, he entwinned his fingers with yours and started walking to the right of the hostel, leaving the canal to your other side.

“Where are we exactly?” You asked.

“Calle de le Ballote, according to Google Maps”, he said. “If we follow this canal all the way down, we will get to the Grand Canal.”

“I didn’t know we were that close”, you said, getting a bit closer to him when you shivered. “It’s a bit chilly.”

“I know”, he said and let go of your hand to wrap his arm around you, trying to keep you warm.

The street was completely empty, probably because it was almost 4 in the morning of a Tuesday night, but it still was surprising. Since Venice was such a touristic city, you assumed it would be crowded the whole time. Not like you complained. It was really nice to enjoy a walk like that with Peter and tourists coming up and down would only hinder you.

“You know”, Peter said after walking in silent for a few minutes, “I was really excited about this trip.”

“Me too”, you agreed. “It’s the first time I’ve left the States.”

“Me too”, he nodded.

“Liar”, you laughed and he looked at you confused. “You went to Germany a couple of years ago, remember? Stark Internship stuff?”

“Oh, right…”, he nodded. “It was really nice of him to invite me.”

You bite your lip, immediately regretting bringing that up. You knew how much the dead of Stark had affected him. Peter had always looked up to him, even before getting that internship. Now you barely talked about him or anything related to Tony Stark, Iron Man or anything about the last five years. Both of you had been gone, which had made everything so confusing around you. At least, nothing had happened with your relationship. If something, it had only brought you closer.

“Sorry”, you sighed. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, it’s okay”, he said giving you a little squeeze. “Don’t worry about it.”

But you did worry. You worried about him so much.

“What are you most excited to see?” He asked, changing the topic immediately.

“In Venice?” You asked and he nodded. “San Marco”, you shrugged. “But I’m not going to lie. I would’ve loved to come during the acqua alta.”

“That’s what you told me about the whole place flooded?” You nodded. “It would be a bit annoying, I think.”

“But we would have seen something unique”, you shrugged.

“I guess”, he laughed. “I want to see Il Ponte dei Sospiri. The Bridge of Sighs”, he said.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“Actually, the story is a bit sad”, he said. “The bridge connects an old Inquisition prison with the Ducal Palace, and that bridge was the last walk the prisoners made, sighing, before they died”, he explained.

“Creepy”, you chuckled a little.

“I know”, he nodded. “But the vaulted of the bridge caused the sighs to be heard and the story says that those were the prisoner’s prayers to be reunited with their beloved once they died. Today, couple go under that bridge because the legends says that if you sigh with your beloved, you will be together for eternity.”

“That’s… actually kind of romantic?” You chuckled. “How do you know that? You’ve never too much of a history nerd.”

“I did some research last night to find some place for us to go”, he shrugged.

You couldn’t help but smile and looked up at him, stopping just when you reached the Grand Canal, although you didn’t even pay attention to it.

“What?” He asked looking down at you.

“For us to go?” You repeated. He smiled and took some hair out of your face.

“One of the reasons I was so excited about this trip is because I would get to spend more time with you. And I’m not planning on doing that guided by our teachers.”

“Peter Parker…”, you said, stopping every single impulse that was telling you to kiss him. “Are you willing to break the rules to visit some old creepy romantic bridge with me?”

“Always Jones”, he said, mirroring your smile.

Your eyes went down to his smile and then back to his eyes just to realise that his eyes were doing the same. You have thought about kissing him so many times, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It was too risky and you were afraid of mis-reading the signals. Maybe he just was really affectionate with you.

However, when he rubbed his cheek and leaned down just a bit, like he was testing you, you really thought it was going to happen. Your hands went to his chest, feeling butterflies not only in your stomach but all over your body. You could feel the warmth of his mouth hovering over yours, just inches away. And suddenly it was over.

His phone started buzzing, startling both of you and making you pull away, your faces completely blushed and your hearts racing faster than ever.

“Sorry”, he mumbled taking out his phone.

“Don’t worry”, you said in the same tone and looked away.

You hadn’t even realised that you had reached the Grand Canal. How could have you been so focused on him not to realise that? Even if it was a bit more crowded than the street where you came from, it still was pretty empty. And yet, it was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.

“Shall we go back?” Peter asked and you looked at him. He was still all flustered and nervous, but you couldn’t blame him, You felt the same. “It’s 4.15 and we have to be up in a few hours.”

“Yeah, sure”, you nodded. “Let’s go.”

Once again, although a bit hesitantly, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kept it that way all the way back to the hostel. This time, you walked in complete silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how close his lips had been to yours and how much you had wanted that kiss.

“Who called you, by the way?” You asked when you were at the door of the hostel.

“Unknown number”, he shrugged. “I didn’t pick up.”

“Oh”, you nodded and walked inside.

Silently, he walked you to the door of your room where he stood awkwardly, with his hands in his pockets as he waited for you to get the key.

“Here, your hoodie”, you said in a whisper when you had finally opened the door. It was dark inside so MJ had probably fallen asleep.

“Keep it”, he said before you could take it off. “You can give it back tomorrow, don’t worry”, he smiled.

“Thanks”, you smiled back. You loved wearing his clothes. “Thanks for the…walk.”

“You too”, he nodded. “It was great”, he chuckled.

“I hope the next one can be even better?” You said, feeling your cheeks hotter by the second.

“I really hope so”, he nodded with a shy smile. He took a step closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Sleep well”, he said in your ear.

“You too”, you said back before kissing his cheek. “See you tomorrow.”

Peter nodded and waited outside until you closed the door and locked it. Only then, he breathed out slowly, closing his eyes and leaning against the wall in front of your door. He couldn’t believe he almost kissed you. He had been waiting so long to do it that he felt like he could kill Nick Fury. Of course he knew it was him who had called him, just like he had been calling for the last few days. But he wasn’t going to let him ruin his trip. He needed this.

***

Just like you knew when you fell asleep, the next morning you were a sleepy mess. You had slept around four hours or even less, so when you went downstairs already dressed to get some breakfast before you left the place to do some tourism you felt like you could fell asleep while walking.

Fortunately, it looks like everybody felt that way. Most eyes were half closed, the conversation was almost non existent and all you could hear were the cups of coffee being left on the wooden table of the dining room the hostel provided.

“How did you sleep?” Peter asked when you took a seat next to him.

“Good I guess”, you sighed pouring some coffee in your mug. “Although it feels like I haven’t slept at all”, you added.

“Same”, he nodded, giving you one of the toasts he had already covered with butter.

“Thanks”, you said.

Ten minutes later, Harrington got up, way too excited, and told you all that it was time to get going. You had a lot to see and no time to waste. You looked at Peter, who looked at you and smiled before kissing your cheek swiftly.

“Let’s go”, he said getting up.

“Can’t I just go back to bed?” You whined when you walked out of the hostel and the sun hit you in the face.

“We’re in Venice, c’mon! Let me see some excitement”, Peter said taking your hand. You fake smiled at him, which made him laugh.

“Hey, Peter! Check this out!” Ned called him.

Peter gave your hand a squeeze before hurrying over to Ned, who was looking at something at the canal. You took out your sunglasses from the small bag you were carrying and put them on.

“I didn’t hear you coming in last night”, MJ said, appearing by your side, as silently as usual.

“I tried not to wake you”, you said. “But it was late”, you added.

“I imagined. Look at your face”, she shrugged.

“Thanks”, you laughed.

You remembered when you first met MJ. She seemed like a weird girl with no many friends. And you had been right. At first, you didn’t want to get too close to her because she didn’t even look like a nice person, but when you got paired up to do a Geography you realised that you two had more in common that what it seemed. It couldn’t be said that you were close, because MJ didn’t get close to people, but you considered her a friend and you had ended up loving her harsh honesty.

A boat big enough for all of you was waiting next to the hostel and, after the teacher exchanged a few words with the driver, you all started to get in. Just like the hostel, it looked like it was going to break into pieces, but it turned out to be more stable than what it seemed.

“Where are we going?” Flash asked with his phone right into his face. You rolled your eyes at that.

“San Marcos”, Harrington said.

With a smile, you turned to look at Peter, who was with Ned at the end of the boat. He was already looking at you and sent you a little wink when your eyes crossed. It wasn’t long before the boat got to the Grand Canal and then it started to go faster, so you had to hold onto the edges so you wouldn’t fall since you were sitting on the edge.

Just like you had imagined, the famous Pizza was crowded with tourists, but you still couldn’t miss the beauty of it all. When you got off the boat and looked around, you were amazed by the white marble that surrounded everything, including the big famous church. Since it was early, you knew the place wasn’t opened to tourists yet, but it was still breath taking.

“Okay guys!” Harrington said, making you take your attention off the façade. “You have an hour to go around as much as you want and then we will go inside the church, alright? Don’t go to far and we will meet at the door in an hour.”

Immediately, everyone started to scatter. You looked around until you spotted Peter who was already walking away with Ned. So you looked for MJ who was taking a photo of the church. When you noticed you next to her, she turned around and took a photo of you, which took you by surprise.

The hour went by way faster than you would have wanted. MJ and you walked around the Piazza taking photos, feeding the pigeons and enjoying some gelato that a very nice man offered you.

“We should go to the church. It’s almost time”, MJ said checking her watch.

“Let’s go then”, you nodded.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” You spotted Peter running towards. It looked like he was coming from the church itself. “I want to show you something”, he said when you two were closed enough.

“We have to be at the church in five minutes, Pete”, you said and looked at MJ who just shrugged.

“C’mon! What if it’s the only time we get to be alone?”

“Besides last night, you mean?” MJ said. Both of you looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “I’m gonna go.”

You chuckled when she walked away towards the church and looked back at Peter, who had such a hopeful look that it was hard to say no.

“I don’t want to get in trouble”, you sighed.

“Please? Mr. Harrington won’t even notice we’re gone”, he said, giving you those damn puppy eyes that always managed to make you do anything.

“Okay, fine”, you finally said, making him smile widely. “But if we get caught, you’re taking the blame.”

“Absolutely”, he nodded before taking your hand and dragging you to where he had come from.

Since you had to walk near the church, you did it walking behind the marble columns that surrounded the whole place. It wasn’t until you had left behind the door of the church that you allowed yourself to slow down and take a breath.

“So where are we going?” You finally asked when Peter leaded you into a small street.

“You’ll see”, he said with a smile not letting go of the hand he was holding.

As it used to happen in Venice, you ended up getting to one of the many rivers that were around the city. Your first thought, was that Peter had got lost, but soon a gondola approached you. You took a step back thinking the man was just going to stop there, but then Peter started talking to the man in English.

“C’mon”, he said after a few moments.

“We… we’re going up?” You asked surprised.

Peter smiled widely and was the first to get into the gondola. Once he had set down his backpack, he turned around again and offered his hand to help you, which you took. The gondolier immediately took his place at the end of the embarkation and started rowing the moment you two were seated.

“I can’t believe this”, you said when Peter placed an arm around your shoulders. “You really arranged this?”

“Ned helped me a little”, he shrugged.

“I’ll thank Ned, then”, you teased. He laughed and pinched your side softly. “Thank you.”

The smile he sent you brought you right back to last night, to the moment you shared just next to the Grand Canal. You felt your cheeks getting warmer when you remembered the shadow of his lips over yours. The fact that you wanted his kiss so bad was even surprising.

“Look”, he said pointing at some point in front of you.

It wasn’t until then that you realised you had been staring at him, taking in every inch of his face like he was a picture you wanted to remember. Blushing even more, you looked in front of you to see a bridge that connected two buildings. It was the strangest bridge you had ever seen. It didn’t start on the ground, its beginning was on a building and the end was on the other one. Just like every other monument you had seen so far, it was also covered in old white marble.

If it wasn’t because of the story Peter had told you last night, you would have never imagined what was so special about it.

“Ponte dei Sospiri?” You asked.

“Exactly”, he nodded looking at the bridge for a moment and then at you. “I want to go under it with you.”

If you sigh with your beloved, you will be together for all eternity.

You looked at him as you remembered what he had told you the previous night. He was looking down at you with that smile he had only for you and those bright eyes in which you could get lost to every time.

“Do I have to sigh?” You said as you got closer to the bridge.

“If you want to be with your beloved…” he said quietly.

Was he asking if you wanted to be with him? Of course you wanted to. But what if he didn’t sigh? What if you were just confusing everything? You looked away from him to find that you were almost underneath the bridge. It was stupid. It was just a sigh, it didn’t have to mean anything… but what if it did?

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, letting it go in a small sigh just when the gondola was under the bridge. At first, you thought it had been only you, but then you felt Peter sighing against your head and your heart skipped a beat.

It wasn’t until the bridge was already behind you that you opened your eyes again. Biting your lip, you looked at Peter, who was looking at you with a smile as well. He had sighed. You had heard it.

“It…”, you tried to say something but what were you supposed to say? “I liked it.”

“Yeah, me too”, he nodded, his eyes travelling down your face to your lips.

You turned your body slightly and placed a hand on his cheek. You would literally go crazy if you didn’t kiss him right there, at that moment. Peter’s free hand went to your waist, to pull you a bit closer, and was willing to kiss you once and for all when there was a strange movement of water underneath the gondola that distracted both of you.

“What was that?” You asked looking around.

“Waves?” Peter said, but you could see he was actually concerned.

“There are no waves in the canal, Peter”, you said and looked back at the gondolier, who was looking around with a frown as well.

“I think we should get down”, Peter finally said and you nodded in agreement, internally screaming for the interruption. What was wrong with the universe?

Peter asked the gondolier to stop the gondola a few feet further, just next the Ponte della Paglia, so you could get down. Just like before, he got off it first and helped you later. He stopped for a while to pay the gondolier before he took your hand and started walking towards San Marcos again.

“What’s wrong?” You asked when you felt the urgency in his footsteps.

“Nothing”, he quickly said. “I just want to get to the rest.”

Even if you didn’t believe him, you said nothing and followed him. It looked like you weren’t the one who had a bad feeling about what had just happened in the water. Maybe it had been nothing and you were just being paranoid but you hadn’t liked it. When you reached the Piazza again, you spotted your class walking out of the church.

“Just in time I guess”, you said pointing at them.

“Yeah”, he nodded and started walking towards them.

However, you didn’t make it far. You weren’t even halfway there when a loud noise startled you and screams started around you. You turned around and the sigh made you froze in place. A huge wave of water was coming out of Canal, with such strength it destroyed some of the façade around the Piazza.

“What…”, you tried to say.

“Run!” Peter exclaimed. Holding your hand tighter, he started running towards the class, although they were already running in the opposite direction. “Go and hide!” He exclaimed.

“What? Where are you going?” You asked, stopping, when he let go of your hand.

“I’ll catch up! Go!”

“Peter!”

Before you could say anything else, someone grabbed you by your arm and made you run away. It wasn’t until you forced yourself to take your eyes off Peter that you saw it had been Ned the one making you run from Peter.

“Ned we can’t leave him!” You said.

“He’s coming, just run!” He said not letting go of your hand.

With your heart beating faster than ever, you looked back once again, but you were shocked not to see Peter anywhere. It was like he had vanished and you had no other choice but keep on running and trust he was okay.

But what the hell?

***

It had been hours since it all happened.

Luckily, you all had been able to get to the hotel without any injury or any casualty. Everyone except Peter, who you hadn’t seen since he had disappeared in San Marcos. You had tried calling him over a dozen times but his phone was off the whole time. It was driving you crazy not knowing where he was, if he was okay and, specially, why had he left you alone in such a moment to do who knows what.

“I’m sure he’s okay”, MJ, who was sitting on the stairs next to you, said.

“How do you know?” You asked and she shrugged. Really helpful.

“I’m fine, May, I promise”, you looked at the door the moment you heard Peter’s voice.

The moment he walked into the hotel you got up from your spot, but stopped when you saw him completely soaked from head to toe. Except for that tiny detail, he looked completely fine.

“Yeah, okay, okay”, he said and his eyes met yours, a small smile appearing.

But it was the fact that he was perfectly fine that angered you. It wasn’t like you wanted to get hurt, not at all, but the thought of him abandoning you for no reason and then showing up like nothing had happened, made your blood boil.

A couple of minutes later, he hung up the phone and slide it into his back pocket before walking towards you.

“You okay?” He asked, taking your hand in his and looking you up and down.

“Not thanks to you”, you said.

Peter clenched his jaw and looked up at you, since you were still standing on the stairs. It wasn’t the first time he had been forced to run towards the danger since he was Spiderman, but it was the first time someone was angry at him about it. The worst part was the he didn’t think he could blame you. If you knew he was Spiderman, you would probably understand why he had to leave you, but since you didn’t know… it just looked like he had left you.

“Where were you?” You asked.

Peter looked at Ned and then at MJ, both of them shrugged before leaving the room to give you some space.

“I… I got lost in the crowd. It was crazy out there”, he said.

“I noticed. That’s why we all came together to the hostel. You just let go and ran in the opposite direction”, you said. “And you left me alone.”

“You weren’t alone”, he pointed out.

“Are you really going to start with the technicalities?” You asked, pulling your hands away from his and crossing your arms over your chest.

“C’mon, (Y/N)…” he sighed, trying to take your hand again but you wouldn’t give in.

You huffed and turned around to go upstairs, you weren’t even in the mood to talk to him. You were waiting for him to explain himself or at least to apologise, but you got nothing. You just got a couple of stupid excuses that meant nothing and had covered himself with the fact that you weren’t really alone.

But the truth was that he had left you alone and he hadn’t even hesitated. And you didn’t even know why.

***

Peter wanted to follow you the moment you went upstairs, but he knew you well enough to know that it wasn’t a clever move to do. You were angry and needed time to cool off. So he went upstairs as well, but went to his and Ned’s room instead. Once inside, he found his friend sitting on the bed, probably waiting for him to tell him what had happened.

“And now she’s mad at me and I can’t even explain myself”, Peter said when he had finished telling the Elemental story to Ned.

“Maybe you could tell her”, Ned suggested.

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re Spiderman.”

“No”, Peter said immediately. “I can’t do that. I can’t put her in danger like that.”

“I think she’s in more danger not knowing”, Ned said.

“Ned, I can’t tell her”, Peter said getting to take his toothbrush. It was late and he just wanted to go to bed. He was exhausted. “She will probably get even angrier because-“

A thud noise shut him up. He turned around and his eyes opened widely the moment he saw Ned lying on his bed, with a dart stuck on his neck and his eyes closed.

“He will be fine”, a deep voice said from the door.

Peter turned around and his toothbrush felt from his hand.

Nick Fury was at his door.

***

When Peter was allowed to go back to the hostel, it was almost 2 p.m. He felt bad for rejecting the assignment that Nick Fury had tried to give him, but he didn’t feel like being Spideman. He just wanted to enjoy the trip with his friends and spend more time with you. Although, it order to do that, he first needed your forgiveness.

But how could he do that?

Maybe Ned was right and the only way to actually get you to forgive him was to come completely clean, but how could he tell you such a secret? Would you even be okay with that? He knew you were a big fan of Spiderman, but maybe it all changed if you found out that he was Spiderman. What if you stopped having feelings for him? What if you never had them and you didn’t even care that he was Spiderman?

“Damn it”, he sighed when he walked into the hostel. His head was spinning from everything that had happened that day.

“Now you’re into night lonely walks around the Canal?”

Your voice startled him. He hadn’t noticed you sitting at the breakfast table. You had your phone on your hand and you were looking straight at him.

The only reason you were there is because your mum had been texting you non-stop ever since you arrived back at the hostel. The first thing you had done was calling her to assure her that you were alright, but it didn’t look like it was enough. She was freaking out. So when MJ said she was going to bed, you decided to go back downstairs to call your mum and try to calm her down. Of course, the last thing you expected was for Peter to walk in the hostel just when you hung up the phone.

“Damn, (Y/N)”, he said, a hand to his chest. “You scared me.”

“I didn’t mean to”, you shrugged and looked back at your phone. There was already another text from your mum. You sighed and typed a quick reply.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked, taking a few steps towards you but he stopped, not knowing if you wanted him close.

“Like you cared”, was all you said. He frowned when your words felt like a stab into his heart.

“That’s not fair”, he said.

“Oh, it’s not?” You asked looking at him with fire in your eyes. “Then what’s fair, Peter? You disappearing today? You obviously keeping secrets from me? That’s fair?”

“No…” he said, knowing you had a big point.

“Don’t come at me with what’s fair, alright? You have no right”, you said getting up. Maybe it was time to go to sleep.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He said when you walked by his side, towards the stairs. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. It was a mistake. I thought…”

“You thought what? That I wouldn’t care? Why did you do it?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Peter bite his lip, looking at you with worried eyes. There wasn’t much he could say. He could tell you the truth or make up some excuse and lie to you again. But the truth was that there was no valid excuse. He had literally let go of your hand and turned around, it was obvious that he hadn’t got lost, that it hadn’t been an accident.

“I can’t tell you”, he said after a few moments. You scoffed and nodded.

“Goodnight, Peter”, you said.

“No, wait!” He exclaimed when you started to walk towards the stairs again.

He had the feeling that if he let you go, he could risk loosing you and the thought of that was even worse than telling the truth.

“I’ll only stay if you tell me the truth, Peter”, you said.

“The truth is not easy to say”, he said.

“What is it? That you have no feelings for me? And that’s why you left me?” You asked angry, even if the thought of that being true was too painful to handle.

“No, of course not”, he frowned. “It’s the opposite. I had to protect you.”

“To protect me?” You laughed. “Peter, you’re 16, what were you going to do?”

“I’m…” he gulped and looked around. What if someone heard? “Can we go out? I need some air.”

You took a deep breath and nodded before walking out of the hostel. You stopped at the door, but Peter took your hand and walked down the street until you were a bit far from the hostel. He couldn’t risk anyone hearing what he had decided to say.

“Okay…”, he covered his face and then looked up at the sky, thinking of the best way to say this. “This is not easy for me to say, alright? The only people who know about me, found it out on accident.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked frowning, now more confused than angry.

“The reason I left you, all of you, to protect you is because I knew I could protect you somehow”, he tried to explain.

“Peter you did nothing. That random Mysterio guy did”, you said.

“I know”, he nodded. “Okay, remember the Stark Internship?” You nodded, even more confused. “It wasn’t exactly an Internship.”

“Oh, so you lied about that too? What else, Peter?” You asked frowning.

“Listen to me, please”, he sighed. “It’s true that I was somehow allied with Tony but not in the way everyone thinks I was. The truth is…”, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the words on the tip of his tongue and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Drop it, Peter”, you sighed. When he opened his eyes, he saw you shaking your head. “It’s obvious that you don’t want to tell me whatever big secret you’re keeping and I won’t force it out of you.”

“But-“

“I thought we trusted each other enough to be completely honest with each other, but obviously you didn’t feel the same way. It actually looks like you’ve been lying for a very long time”, you said. “Goodnight, Peter.”

Peter frowned as you started walking away. He couldn’t let you go, not like that, not ever. His feelings for you were too strong to do it or to ruin everything because of a stupid secret. He had already allowed Spiderman to come in-between so many aspects of his life, but he wasn’t going to let it come between you two.

“Stop!” He exclaimed, following you, but you didn’t stop, which frustrated him even more.

With a sigh, he hurried to grab you by your arm and turn you around, surprised to see tears running down your face. You pulled your arm from his grasp and tried to keep on your way, but he wasn’t going to have it. Once again, he made you turn around but this time, he pulled you closer and placed a hand on the back of your head before pressing his lips against yours.

Everything disappeared from your mind the moment his lips touched yours. Your stomach turned around and your heart started beating faster than ever when he let go of your arm and slipped his hand around your waist. Peter was kissing you and you were kissing him back and it was perfect. Like the two missing pieces of a puzzle that finally came together. You could just het lost in that moment forever and you would be perfectly happy with everything. However, reality soon came back when you forced yourself to pull away.

“Peter…”, you mumbled.

“I love you”, he said out of nowhere, leaving you speechless. “I’ve known it for a while, but I had never been able to say it. And it is because I love you that I can’t let this secret break us apart.”

You wanted to say something, ask what he was talking about, but all coherent phrase had left your mind and all you could was look at him, waiting.

“I’m Spiderman”, he finally said after a few seconds.

The new piece of information took a while to get to your brain and, when it did, you took a tiny step back, looking at the guy you had loved for months now in a whole new light.

“What?” You asked.

“I’m Spiderman”, he repeated. “I’ve been for a while now and the Stark Internship was just…that. I was in Germany with the Avengers when the Cap and Tony fought, I was in space when Thanos snapped his fingers and I… and I tried to save you all today because of who I am.”

“You…” you frowned.

You were going to say that it was impossible, that he couldn’t be Spiderman, but then the pieces started to fall together and it all started to make sense. His sudden disappearances, how it looked like he and Spiderman were always in the same place at the same time, how he had never been with you when you had seen the superhero and how he suddenly had some family in Germany you had never heard about. And why he was so extremely upset about Tony Stark’s dead.

“You’re Spiderman”, you said in awe. “How… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t see me the same way, I guess”, he said with fear in his eyes.

“How could I not?” You asked.

“I don’t know”, he chuckled. “I guess you’re so important to me that I was scared that this thing could ruin everything for us. And it turns out that not telling you was what almost ruined everything.”

“I don’t know what to say”, you chuckled, still a bit confused. “I don’t care that you’re Spiderman. I fell for Peter Parker”, you shrugged. “The fact that he’s also a superhero only makes me love him even more.”

“You love me?” He asked, the hear in his eyes turning into hope.

“Of course I do, you idiot”, you chuckled. “Do you think I have that much interest in the Star Wars saga?”

“Hey! Those are classics!” He frowned, making you laugh this time.

“I love you, Peter”, you said before he could protest anymore. “I’ve loved you for a very long time now.”

“And do you forgive me? For…today and for keeping this from you?” He asked, a bit insecure all over again.

“As long as you promise me that no more lying between us”, you said, taking a step towards him.

Peter’s smile came back to his face slowly, feeling how a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders after so long.

“I promise”, he nodded.

With a smile, you placed your hands on his hips and pressed your lips together once again, this time actually enjoying one of the many kisses that you were planning on sharing with him. His hands cupped your face, kissing you back, relieved and happy that he had come clean, that he could be honest with you and that he had actually managed to get the girl of his dreams after loving her for so long.

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could i get a peter parker imagine where peter has a huge crush on reader but is too scared to do anything so when they are at peter’s house the reader makes the first move and he’s kinda shocked pretty pleaseeee?

i hope you like this one! i love writing peter sm and was really happy to get this request lmao i’m sorry i took so long, i had some stuff going on with my family and everything (not with the virus! we’re doing fine. stay safe everyone!)

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Peter couldn’t help but stare at you from across the classroom, where you spoke with Mr. Harrington about decathlon.

It wasn’t just a stare. No, he was entranced by you. The way your eyes light up when you smile, the way you talk, your cute laugh, everything; they had him hooked.

“Dude.” Ned broke Peter from his trance from where he sat next to him. “You’re doing that weird staring thing again. Do you just not realize you do it or…”

“No, I-“ Peter exasperated, “I know when I do it, I just can’t help it. You know what? Maybe I should just tell her that I like her. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Ned gave it a thought before saying genuinely, sans filter, “She’s disgusted and tells the whole, so then you’re an outcast that has to drop decathlon ‘cause she’s in it an-”

“Ned!”

“What?” Ned gave a sheepish look. “I’m giving you the worst case scenario here, man. That’s what best friends do.”

“Okay, look,” Peter said pointedly, “Worst case scenario aside, what about best case? I mean, what if she maybe likes me back?” He found himself trying to push back a smile at the thought. “Wouldn’t that be great?”

“Yeah, but, Peter… worst case scenario.”

Peter groaned, ready to give up as his elbows came up to rest on his desk so he could let his face fall into his hands.

Noticing his friend’s distress, Ned tried again, “Look, Peter, you really like Y/N, so I guess try? I was giving you, like worst case, worst case. Chances are, like, practically nothing that she’ll do that. She’s really sweet.”

Peter, face still covered by his palms, groaned, “She is really sweet, huh? What if she pity dates me?”

“She won’t pity date you-”

“Hey guys!”

Peter’s head shot up, almost violently, as well as Ned’s head shooting in your direction, when they heard your voice.

“Y/N!” There you stood, impossibly prettier than you were a second ago, and Peter had no idea what to say.

“Does she get prettier by the second? Is that possible?”

Before Peter could get a word in, he was interrupted by Ned blabbing out nervously, “How long were you standing here?”

“Um.” You shifted on your feet, looking confused. “I just got here? Look, Peter.” Your gaze was directly on him. “I was just wondering if maybe we could get together after school to practice for decathlon? Everyone else is kinda busy and won’t be available for practice this Wednesday, so…”

“I’m not busy,” Ned said nonchalantly, prompting a look from Peter… and you. Thankfully, the boy understood quickly. “I mean, on second thought, my mom has this thing she wants me to help her with, so I’m really busy. Really, really busy.”

“Pete?” You asked once more with a small smile on your face and pleading eyes, “You’d really be helping me out here.”

“Yeah,” Peter found himself agreeing against his better judgment. What if he said something to you on accident? “We can go to my place? After school?”

Your smile widened. “Sounds like a plan.”

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Peter only realized how horrible of a plan it was when the two of you entered the empty apartment, May obviously still at work.

He didn’t know what to say or do. How does he act around you? It’s different when you’re both in school and interact among other people, but alone? Peter didn’t know how to exist around you without feeling like a nervous dummy in love.

“Uh,” Peter stuttered, feeling like the kid from middle school again, before the spider bite, as he walked ahead of you, “We can go to my room? Or! Or we can stay out here. Whatever… whatever you want.”

“Wait.” You grabbed Peter’s arm to stop him from moving away and face you. His eyes were wide and his mouth a tiny bit a gap; he looked so much cuter than he had the right to. You spoke again, quickly yet shyly, “I kinda told myself I was gonna do this today ‘cause I don’t think you’re gonna make a move any time soon with Ned’s advice. So, with that, I was wondering if I could maybe, sorta, kinda, kiss you?”

Peter’s breath hitched, his brain still attempting to process what he’d just heard. “You- You wanna kiss me?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you nodded.

“Ned’s advice?”

You smiled sheepishly. “You guys aren’t as quiet as you think.”

“Oh.” Peter found himself smiling at the nervous girl in front of him; the girl who likes him back.

The realization hit him like a truck.

That’s what prompted his sudden surge forward to connect their lips in a chaste kiss that left you wide eyed in awe.

It wasn’t a perfect kiss at all. It was short, inexperienced, and Peter was kind of off by a little, landing a kiss on only one half of your lips, but it was with you.

“I’d never pity date you, by the way,” You spoke softly, your (Y/E/C) eyes staring into his, unable to pull away, “I’d like to actually date you, date you.”

Peter found himself slowly leaning closer to you, yearning for another kiss, when he told you, “I’d like that too.”

#peter parker x reader #fan fiction #imagine #drabble #peter parker #x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home #mcu #avengers

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Breathless Reality

Multi Chapter

Full summary: 21 year old Sydney is just trying to make dreams come true by touring the world, creating music, and making unforgettable memories. But some dreams you can’t make come true, they just happen on their own. Tom Holland falling in love with her was the most unexpected dream come true of all.

Warnings for full fic: Fluff, angst, mentions of sex, mentions of past trauma, and smutt (please let me know if I miss anything!)

Chapter summary: A surprise visitor brings some much need perspective for Sydney and Tom.

Chapter 24

“Surprise,” he said, grinning.

“Oh my God, what are you doing here man?” Tom exclaimed, embracing our visitor.

“Well I’d say I’m here to see you but that’s a lie. I’m really here to meet you,” he said, his eyes landing on me, a smile spread across his face.

The next thing I knew Robert Downey Jr was pulling me into his arms for a hug saying, “Come here sweetheart.”

Even in my shocked sate I saw Tom grinning at me.

Robert pulled back but held me by my shoulders so that he could look at me.

“Wow he didn’t do you any justice, you are beautiful,” he smiled, “Though that’s not the only reason I’m mad at you,” he said over his shoulder at Tom, “I’m also mad because it took this long for us to meet and you still hadn’t arranged it.”

Tom rolled his eyes but didn’t get a chance to speak.

“But now that I’m here I get to focus on you,” he smiled at me.

I started to open my mouth but nothing came out. I blinked and all it took was a laugh from him to break the spell.

“I really did surprise you guys didn’t I?” he chuckled.

“Just a little,” I smiled.

“Mission accomplished,” he said simply.

There was a short time of introducing Ali and of Harrison saying hello before they left.

“So what do you say?” Robert asked, “Take you two to dinner?”

Tom smiled at me and I knew that if I so much hinted at wanting to stay to finish our conversation he would.

“That sounds great thank you,” I said happily.

“Great!” he smiled at me.

“I’ll just get myself ready,” I said letting Tom kiss my cheek before heading back to our room. I tried to breathe and relax as I changed and fixed my hair and makeup. I tried not to listen but I could hear them talking. I shook my head and attempted to get ready.

“So you going to tell me what’s going on?” Robert asked.

“What do you mean?” Tom asked.

“Don’t bull shit me,” Robert said, “I know you and I know this thing is eating at you.”

There was a pause.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Tom sighed, “It’s driving me crazy but I don’t want to upset her.”

“And she doesn’t want to upset you,” Robert said knowingly, “What it comes down to is that you guys have to compromise. You want different things but you want the other to be happy. You’re never going to figure this out until you sit down and talk about it.”

“Yeah I know, you’re right,” Tom said, sounding deflated.

“You love her right?” Robert asked.

“Of course.”

“Then do something. You can’t just let this eat away at you while you guys bicker about it,” Robert said.

They both looked up when I walked back into the room.

“Ready?” Robert asked, smiling and offering me his hand.

“Ready.”

Author’s note: I’m very sorry it has taken me so long to post! Please forgive me!

Tags: @cleocc @sinnister @harryssxnflwr

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rahalarts · 4 years ago

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Spider-Man VS Electro concept by @rahalarts

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heyhihellowhatsup0 · 5 years ago

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Dark Webs (Dark! Peter x Reader) - Prologue

Prologue

Summary:

Peter Parker x Reader (About 22/23 years old. Sorta ignoring the MCU timeline because of more mature content)

MJ / Ned (27/28 years old)

Peter Parker dealing with the aftermath of his father-figure no longer around. With the world as he once knew changing around him, Peter finds himself lost and hopeless as he tries to navigate this new world. However, darkness and isolation begins to consumer Peter.

Warnings: Topics of death and depression, PTSD, angst, violence, potentially smut and fluff, somewhat ignoring the MCU timeline due to mature content

Word Count: 3576

A/N: This is my very first Peter fic, as well as first series. So feedback would be awesome, thank you all! Also, if you would like to be included in a tag list for future chapters, please comment and/or send me an ask so I can add you!

Peter stepped into the familiar yet distant apartment as if he hadn’t really been gone all this time. It felt like no time had passed, but at the same time it had felt like everything surrounding him was brand new to him.

It didn’t feel like his apartment as he walked in. It didn’t feel like he was home at all. This felt weird to him, extremely weird. It almost felt like he didn’t belong here anymore.

Everything looked how it was before, except now it just felt a little more unfamiliar. He got a weird feeling in his stomach when he saw the container of half eaten take out left on the counter, and the sink half-filled with dirty dishes.

“May?” He called out in a dry voice. He closed the door behind him, his entire arm throbbed in pain. God only knew what kind of damage was underneath this suit, he hadn’t taken it off yet, and he was way too afraid to ask Karen what his current health was. He knew he had some damage, but he was too afraid to find out.

He was terrified he’d look like…

Never mind, he thought to himself, trying to brush it off. He wasn’t ready to think about it. He had to find May, she clearly was still around, judging by the kitchen. Was she even here? Maybe she was gone too, and this was somebody else’s mess...

“May?!” He tried again, lowering his Iron Mask so he could look around the apartment with his own eyes.

Peter darted through the kitchen, but nothing. Walking through the living room, he saw papers were thrown everywhere. It had looked like a war zone, which wasn’t like his aunt at all. May always kept the place spotless, and would in fact reprimand Peter if he even left a cup on his desk out for too long.

He walked over to the papers and flipped them over. They weren’t just papers. They were Peter’s papers. Old report cards from school, a few old letters he had written to May during the summer he went to sleepaway camp, some old photographs he had taken of the two of them with Uncle Ben when he had first picked up photography.

May was still here, and she clearly hadn’t given up looking for Peter, or even thinking about him. He put the papers down as a knot formed in his chest, swallowing all of the pain he was in, both mentally and physically as he continued to search the house.

“Karen, call Aunt May,” Peter asked his suit, clearing his throat as he went to his bedroom to assess some of the damage he probably had and was too afraid to ask Karen about.

“Her mobile device appears to be inactive,” Karen answered back, making Peter begin to freak out even more. Looking around his untouched bedroom, he grabbed a sweatshirt from his closet to change into.

Turning his suit off, he finally stepped out of the iron suit, the first time in apparently five years. He looked down at his skin, his legs covered in bruises, bumps, and cuts. His legs were all beaten up from the battle, he was surprised he was walking but his body was healing fast.

He looked in his mirror, his eyes were masked by two black and blues and a giant cut across his cheek. He wasn’t in good shape at all, and that was just the outside of him.

Peter threw on the sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants as he searched for his phone. But he realized he probably lost it years ago. Great. He was afraid to leave the apartment now. Not only did he not want to leave because he was worried May would come home when he was out looking for her; but, he also was just afraid to leave in general.

Everything he just went through was still so fresh and raw. He didn’t recognize this world at all. He was afraid of the things out there. This used to be a safe space for him. He was planning on it still being that haven.

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of the front door unlocking. The gentle sound of the key being turned could only mean one thing. At least, he had hoped.

“May?” Peter called out, running out of the bedroom and towards the front door to see. He had felt like a little kid again when his parents died, so afraid of the world around him. So badly needing his aunt to find him under his bed to comfort him.

“Peter?” May said with a stunned voice. The front door finally opened as they saw each other for the first time in what had felt like yesterday, and at the same time, forever.

“Oh my god, Peter!” May shouted as she ran over to him. Her eyes already flooded with tears as she embraced him. The first hug he had received this entire time, and he didn’t realize how badly he needed it.

May smelt exactly the same as he wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on her shoulder as he finally let go. His breaths turning into sobs, unable to see anything at all as his vision blurred with tears.

“I’m sorry,” Peter apologized through his cries, muffled against May’s shoulder as he repeated himself over again, “You’re okay right? Please tell me you’re okay,” Peter asked her, finally pulling away to take a look at his aunt.

She had looked exactly the same. Her hair had grown a bit since the last time he saw her. Her glasses still hung from her nose in the same spot. It looked like she had lost weight, and he had hoped it wasn’t because of how she was worrying over him.

“I’m infinitely better now, trust me,” May breathed out as she wiped her face, looking Peter up and down. Her lips pressed together when she saw all of his wounds, “Peter, it’s been five years,” She told him, squeezing his hand with worry.

Peter pulled his hand away gently, still unable to comprehend that fact. Strange also had mentioned it had been five years, and the differences in the neighborhood had clearly shown a change, but he had never felt more lost.

“It doesn’t matter,” May shook it off, pulling him back in for a hug. She tightened her grip as he could feel her smile against his cheek, “You’re here. I’m here. That’s what matters. People are turning up, Pete. It’s all over the news,” She told him ,feeling a little more confident in this recent revelation.

But, Peter remembered what being here had cost. What the price was for being here. What he fought for. What they all fought for.

And what someone had died for.

“May,” Peter called out, taking a step backward. He couldn’t hold it in any more. He needed to tell her. He needed to tell somebody. His legs were buckling to the ground just from thinking about it as Peter stumbled onto the couch in disbelief.

May caught him and sat him down carefully, “What? What happened?” She asked, taking a seat next to him. She looked at him through his black eyes and cradled his face, “Peter, what happened out there? What happened to you?” She asked him, seeing all of the cuts on his face.

“He..he’s gone,” Peter stammered out, barely able to even say it as he spoke the words. It didn’t feel real. It wasn’t real. There was no way that what he witnessed actually happened.

But, it did happen. As his flashbacks reminded him of his face. His terrified, vacant, dying face as Peter knelt down to tell him that they had won. Only to realize that winning meant losing one of the people he loved most.

“Tony’s dead,” Peter finished as his voice cracked again as he said it. He lost it at that point as he rested his head on May’s shoulder, feeling himself breaking down bit by bit. He couldn’t hold it together anymore. Not in front of May, she would have gotten it out of him one way or another.

She pulled him close, not saying a single word. In typical May fashion, she let Peter release everything as she just sat there with him. Stroking her fingers soothingly through his hair. She hadn’t seen him this distraught since...well, since her husband had passed.

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The funeral followed later during the week, and Peter dreaded attending. But, he knew he had to. He owed it to Tony considering he sacrificed his very life for Peter, for everyone.

Out on the lake, presumably where Tony lived out the five years while Peter was stuck in the soul stone, Peter stood alone as he collected his thoughts before the service. He felt out of place and even with May with him, he had no idea how to handle this.

He hated funerals. But then again, who didn’t? He hadn’t been to one since his Uncle Ben’s, and he was pretty young for that one to really remember it entirely.

But, he was there for Tony. He saw him. He saw him die. He saw him speak his last words to Peter. He saw as Tony took his last breath. He saw as the man who he looked up to had the light taken from his eyes as he faded into the darkness.

And Peter was responsible for it. And he shouldn’t have come.

“Hey, Pete,” Happy called out to him from behind. He tapped his shoulder as he nodded back towards the house, “Pepper wanted me to invite you in the house. Tony left a message behind and she thought you may want to view it with her and Morgan,” he offered.

Morgan. The little girl whose father was taken away and Peter just stood there and did nothing about it. He knew he should meet her, Tony would have wanted him to. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it just yet. At least not today.

“I think it may be best if you guys watch it without me,” Peter told Happy as he frowned. He wasn’t ready to see a goodbye message.

“Well, if you change your mind…” Happy trailed off as he turned around to head back into the house where Pepper, Morgan, and Rhodey were also getting ready for the ceremony to begin.

Peter lined up, waiting for the ceremony to start behind Steve. At any other time, he would be completely astounded to be surrounded by all of these amazing people, heroes in which he had looked up to. But not today. This was a day he didn’t care about any of that stuff. And frankly, he couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.

May grabbed him by the shoulder, and honestly the only thing keeping him from losing it entirely was May. Gritting his teeth together, he watched as the memorial Pepper and Morgan had created for Tony sailed across the lake. It was taking everything in Peter’s will not to break down in front of all of these people.

He watched as the memorial sailed away onto the lake, complete and total silence was the only thing Peter could hear along with the sounds of sniffling from around him. He couldn’t bear to watch the monument fading away into the distance.

There went his hero, he thought to himself.

“Thank you all so much for coming,” Pepper finally said, brushing a tear away from her eye.

She always tried her best to remain poised and eloquent, even in such a dark time as this, “You all are invited to spend the rest of the day with us inside for lunch,” Pepper said as she grabbed Morgan’s hand.

Peter gulped as he looked at her tiny hands, holding onto her mother’s as she swayed anxiously back and forth. She was five, she was practically a baby, and now she would have to go the rest of her life without her father being there.

And he was to blame for that, and he knew it.

Watching as Pepper guided the two of them back inside, Morgan passed right by Peter, looking him right in the eyes. She formed a small little smile when she saw him, maybe she thought she recognized him, he thought.

But, he couldn’t look at her. He turned away the minute her big brown eyes reached his, turning his direction completely to face his aunt. How on earth would he be able to face a five year old girl, whose father was practically a father to him? Whose father he couldn’t save?

May squeezed his shoulder, nodding towards the back of the lawn, “You have some visitors if you’re up to it,” she whispered to him, pointing towards the lawn.

Peter stood there wide-eyed as he saw you all standing in the back for the first time. He hadn’t seen you all in most likely five years, and there the three of you were, dressed in black and waiting for him.

He pictured this reunion a lot the last week or so. Wondering if Ned still remembered their secret handshake like he did, or if MJ still had a crush on him like he was pretty sure he did, and if you were still going to tease him and shit on his grades, like he did.

But, this felt odd. And something was off as he worked his way over the the three of you. Ned was fixing his tie over and over again, as Peter noticed MJ’s now shorter hair, almost to her shoulders. You, however looked almost the same, but you looked detached from MJ and Ned. Which was weird for Peter because you and MJ were attached at the hip practically. But, you looked at her as if she were a stranger.

“Hey,” Ned started to say, leaning in to give Peter a hug, “I can’t believe you’re here,” he laughed out, trying his best to cover up his emotions.

“You have no idea,” Peter said with a laugh as he pulled away. He looked over at MJ with a careful smile, so incredibly happy to see her, “I meant to call you guys. I just…”

“It’s okay, we wanted to give you some space to adjust,” MJ interrupted him, reaching over to give him a hug. It was clear she was happy to see him too.

Peter raised his eyebrow at her comment as he looked at her and her hair, putting two and two together, “Have you been… alive? This whole time?” He asked her, finally putting it together.

“Ned and I were okay,” MJ told Peter as she frowned at you. It was a look of sympathy that both you and Peter now shared from your friends.

Almost forgetting you were there, Peter pulled you into a hug, his soft sighs of relief knowing you were safe as he embraced you. It felt good, even though this entire ordeal had left you entirely confused as well.

“You’re okay,” you whispered against his chest as you took in his scent.

“I’m just glad we’re all okay,” Peter nodded, knowing he had so much more he wanted to say. He wanted to tell MJ how he felt and had so much to tell all of you, but he flinched when he noticed Ned rest his hand on the small of MJ’s back.

Narrowing his eyes on him. Maybe he was reading this all wrong. No way would Ned do that to Peter, his best friend since they were practically babies.

“Peter, lets go inside,” MJ suggested, moving away from Ned to avoid any more incidents. This was not going according to plan at all.

“I’m good here. Mind telling me what I missed these last five years?” Peter asked, nodding towards Ned.

Clearly things were different now, and he was learning just how much. Peter still felt the same, an almost nineteen year old as he was when he left New York five years ago. He thought he looked the same too, maybe a bit stronger after the battle, but he was still the same Peter.

But, Ned grew. And MJ looked older, maturing into what he thought was a beautiful woman. They were older, and he and you were still the same as you were as you left.

“We didn’t think you guys were coming back,” Ned clarified, grabbing MJ’s hand for support, “Peter, we thought you were dead.”

“So that meant go against our promise to never do something like this? You’re with MJ? We promised, Ned!” Peter yelled at him, his hand clenching into a fist as he yelled through his teeth.

MJ put her palms on Peter’s chest to calm him down, but it was no use. He pushed her away as carefully as he could without hurting her.

“No! I don’t want to hear it! You’re both fucking liars,” he spat at the two of them, flailing his arms about, almost hitting you in the face.

“Calm down, Peter! What would you have wanted me to do? I thought you were dead! I had to move on!” MJ shouted back. She was always the one to call Peter out for his bullshit, leveling him out before he got in over his head. But now, all he saw was a girl who gave up on him.

“I wanted you to not forget about me so quickly, MJ! We didn’t even get a fucking chance,” Peter shook his head as he tried to walk away, but you grabbed his hand to stop him. He turned around to face you, tears in his eyes.

“Not you too, y/n,” Peter begged you, hoping you weren’t carrying a secret of your own.

You weren’t. You were just as confused and scared as Peter, “They’re our best friends, Peter. Come on,” you tried your plea to get him to hear MJ out. After all, she was your best friend, and you still had a loyalty to her as well.

Looking over at MJ, you saw how hurt she was by Peter’s words. You knew how MJ felt about Peter back when you were in school, you knew it probably wasn’t easy at all for her to let him go.

“No, they were our best friends. But they forgot about us, y/n. While we were trapped in that...thing,” Peter hissed, pointing towards the sky, then looking over at MJ and Ned, “They moved on. Lived their lives. Acted as if we never even existed,” he started shouting at them in anger.

He clenched his teeth, he was so angry he felt as if he was about to hit something, or someone, “And I’m going to do the same with you,” he told them retaliation finally.

Peter could not believe this was happening. He was so unbelievably angry. And maybe he was acting a bit selfish. But was he so easily replaceable?

Ned took a step forward, “Peter, you don’t mean that, and you know it. We didn’t want you finding out today, that’s not why we came,” he tried to tell him.

“We came here to support you,” MJ insisted, trying to get him to calm down so maybe they could all talk about this. She valued their friendship, and didn’t want Peter resenting Ned, or herself.

“I don’t care, and I do mean that. You’re all dead to me, just like Tony,” Peter said, pulling away from your grip finally as he used some of his strength, “Go home. All three of you,” he demanded.

MJ backed away, running a hand through her waves as she tried her best to remain strong, holding back her tears. You looked at Ned, who also was at a loss for words and knowing him, probably thought it was best to leave him alone.

“Peter, wait!” You called out to him, trying to get his attention. You chased after him as he rushed down to the lake, clearly avoiding going inside, you noted, “It’s been five years since the four of us have been together. I know it’s a difficult day for you, but don’t go like this,” You begged him.

Peter felt his body vibrating with emotions. Tony was dead. His best friends went behind his back and forgot about him while he was dust for five years. He had no idea how old he was supposed to be, or what he should be doing. Everything he knew was strange now.

He glanced over at MJ, talking to Ned from behind a tree as she cried into his chest. A pang of guilt coursed through him. He didn’t want to make her cry. And he definitely didn’t want to hurt you either.

There was no doubt he was jealous of Ned for living the life he wanted with MJ. And he was even partially jealous of you. You didn’t have to be resurrected from the dead to fight in that war to see your hero die in your arms, he did.

Peter watched as Ned continued to console MJ, guiding her over to the car with him. If they were so content in moving on, maybe he should too. From everything.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Peter said, shrugging you off as he pushed away. Leaving the three of you in silence, not quite sure what was going to happen next.

Chapter One

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