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Itsy-Bitsy

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: you recruit Peter’s help when you spot a spider in the shower

Point of View: Peter’s!

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Peter’s POV

On a day where the rest of the team was out on a mission where my skills were deemed “unnecessary” and “stop asking me if you can come”, I was left alone in the Avengers Tower. Well, alone and in a room across the hall from my boss’s daughter. I had no plans to internet with her today, despite us being the only two home. Some might argue you need converse with the person you like in order to get your feelings reciprocated, but I think I have a better shot by leaving her alone and refilling her water bottle when she isn’t looking.

An hour into us being alone, I heard a long scream, followed by a few things crashing to the floor. I swiftly got off my bed and opened my door in time to see Y/n running out of her room. She was loosely wrapped in a purple towel and dripping wet, so I quickly adverted my eyes to the ceiling to give her some privacy. I could hear her trying to catch her breath as I realized that the longer I stood there without her knowing I was behind her, the weirder I would seem.

“Hello.” I spoke, using my best attempt to sound nonchalant. I heard her scream again and turn around.

“Peter. You scared me.” She said breathlessly. I could hear her adjust her towel tighter around her body so I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling.

“Sorry.” She spoke again. “I didn’t think anyone was home.”

“Hello.” I said again. Nothing in the world was gonna take my eyes off the ceiling. And wow, I have left a lot of fingerprints up there.

“You said that already.” She chuckled softly. An embarrassed flush spread from my cheeks all the way to the tips of my ears and I hoped she couldn’t see it.

“What matter?” I asked her. Not much better and definitely not proper English, but at least I didn’t repeat my greeting for a third time. I heard her chuckle again and it helped me take my mind off the fact that the girl I’d been what some might call in love with for three years was standing in front of me in just a towel.

“There… there was a spider in the shower.” She said with hesitation in her admission. Oh my God, was she embarrassed too?

“The pervert.” I clicked my tongue. That got a full laugh out of her and I couldn’t help smiling with pride.

“I wouldn’t have run out here like this if I knew you were home.” She continued.

“Like what?” I asked with a shrug. Obviously, we both knew she was in nothing but a towel. But I didn’t want her to feel embarrassed and maybe she’d believe I didn’t see anything.

“Like, butt ass naked and soaking wet.” She replied with a snort. I felt my face flush even more and considered faking my death to get out of this situation.

“What? Are you naked?” I asked in way too high a pitch. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“You hadn’t noticed?” She asked with a laugh that meant to challenge me. “Then how come I’m just now finding out you have a freckle under your chin?”

During our conversation, I had gone from directing my eyes up at the ceiling to fully tilting my head back to give her as much privacy as possible. My neck was cramping and I could feel the blood rushing to my head but I would not dare look down.

“I’m exercising my neck.” I lied. “Not everything is about you.”

She laughed again and suddenly, I felt her hand on my chin. Our eyes met once she tilted my face down and I could see the droplets of water hanging off her eyelashes. In the three years I’d known her, I’d never seen her this stripped down. And it was more than just her clothes. No makeup, hair undone and clinging to her face, and more skin than I’d ever seen at once. And God, was she beautiful. A truly divine being standing before me. I couldn’t look away.

“Are you gonna go talk to it?” She asked me, breaking me out of my soliloquy.

“Talk to it?”

“The spider. Isn’t that like your cousin or something?”

“No.” I laughed and shook my head. “Wait, maybe?”

“Well can you please tell your cousin to leave so I can rinse my body wash off?”

“Yeah. I can do that for you.” I said decidedly.

She gave me an appreciative smile and stepped to the side. I walked past her and went into her room, a room I’d only ever seen through her open door. It smelled like her. I wanted to walk around and look at every little thing she deemed important enough to keep in her room, but I had a task to complete. It sparked a newfound confidence in me that had chosen me to get rid of the thing that scared her. And yeah, maybe I was the only one home. But still, in nothing but a towel, she came to me for help. That had to mean something, right?

“Be careful. It was licking its lips the last time I saw it.” She called after me as I walked towards the bathroom connected to her room.

“I’ll be careful.” I called back to her. Footsteps sounded behind me and I suddenly felt her hand on my mine.

“Peter?” She asked, making me turn around.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” She said sincerely. She dashed out of the room before I had a chance to respond, but anything I had to say would’ve just come out as a pitiful squeak.

“Bring me its head.” She called from the safely of the hallway. I cracked a smile and stepped into her bathroom. The shampoo and body wash bottles that she had knocked over during her escape were scattered across the floor. I scanned the room and quickly spotted the fairly large, black spider that had sent her running just moments ago.

“So. You like to look at girls in the shower, huh? Dirty bastard.” I shook my head in disdain as I approached the spider crawling up her shower wall.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m not gonna kill you. But I do have to get you out of here.” I told it. Ignoring the discarded bra and underwear on the floor, I grabbed a glass cup off her counter and quietly opened a few drawers until I found an index card with a recipe to a hair mask on it.

“Did you find it?” I heard her ask me from the hallway.

“Yep. I found it.”

“What’s it saying?”

“He said you should really switch to a better conditioner because this one is doing nothing for you.” I shouted back. I heard her laugh which made me sigh in relief.

“Thank God. She laughed. That was risky.” I mumbled as I carefully placed the cup over the spider. The index card slid under with ease, making for a successful capture of the beast. I quietly made my way to her open window and held the cup out of it.

“Gross gross gross gross gross gross gross.” I whispered as I shook the index card. The spider clung on for a minute and eventually fell away.

“And stay out. Punk.” I hissed before closing the window. I put my materials back where I found them and went to spread the good news.

“He’s gone?” She asked as she met me in her room.

“He’s gone. He was all, “wait, this isn’t the water spout”, but I knew it was a coverup. He knew what he was doing.” I replied, making her laugh again. I would do anything to keep hearing that laugh.

“You can’t actually talk to spiders, can you?” She asked with a knowing smile.

“No.” I admitted. “But I don’t think I’d want to anyway. They seem really needy.”

“Still. Thanks for getting rid of him.” She said with a squeeze of my arm. It’s like she went to the school of how to make the guy who likes you absolutely lose his mind.

“No problem. You can get back….” I trailed off when something behind her caught my eye.

“What?” Her face dropped when she saw how startled I must have looked.

“Um, did you perchance start decorating for Halloween early?”

“No, why?”

“Don’t look up in that corner.” I told her, to which she immediately looked up in the corner. Tucked into the upper left corner of her bedroom was the unmistakable and quite nauseating sight of a spider nest. It wasn’t that big, but it was enough to send the both of us running for our lives out of that room. She screamed all the way to the kitchen and I followed after her.

“What are you doing?” I asked through labored breath as I watched her clutch her towel with one hand and frantically rummage through a kitchen drawer with the other.

“To get a lighter. We have to burn the tower down.” She answered me and I honestly thought she might be crying.

“We can’t do that. Your dad will kill us.” I insisted and pulled her away from the drawer by her shoulders.

“Fine. I know where Bucky keeps his guns.” She said and tried to leave the kitchen. I pulled her back and kept my hands on her shoulders to try and calm her down.

“Slow down. We can figure this out.”

“Figure this out? Peter, there is a spider nest living in my room. My room! Where I freaking dream! How am I ever going to feel safe in there again knowing those pervs set up a permanent residence in my room without me knowing?”

“It’s not your fault. They don’t exactly make any noise or put up signs when they make a nest. Why don’t you finish showering in my room and then we can figure out what to do?”

“Are there any spiders in there?” She asked in the tiniest voice I’d ever heard from her. I wanted to pull her into a hug and tell her I wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to her, but that seemed a little too intimate for two people currently having their longest conversation to date.

“If there are, we can do your gun idea.” I said instead, making her smile weakly.

“Okay.” She reluctantly agreed. I walked her back to my bedroom with my hand on the small of her back. She’d never been in my room either and took a second to look around. In the reflection of my dresser mirror, I could see her smiling as she picked up an old picture of me and my parents.

“Cute.” I heard her say to herself. While she looked around, I gathered some of my clothes for her to put on since neither of us were brave enough to go into her room. I included a pair of my boxers after mentally going back and forth with myself before ultimately decided it was up to her if she wanted to wear them or not.

“So, um, our showers should work the same. You can use anything you need in there. And it’s spider free. I’m pretty sure. I’ll be waiting in the hallway if it’s not.” I told her. She gave me a grateful smile before going into my bathroom. I went out into the hallway to give her some privacy and considered what should be done about the spider nest. Maybe her gun idea wasn’t so bad. Or maybe an exterminator should be involved. Oh, yeah. Maybe I should call one of those.

“Peter?” I heard her calling my name soon after the shower turned off.

“Yeah?”

“You can come back in.” She answered, sounding more timid than usual for her. I chalked it up to her being embarrassed about the whole ordeal and went into my room.

She was standing near my bed with her hair still wet, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. We’d hardly had a full conversation before today and now she was standing in my room, fully decked out in an ensemble made of my clothes. I’d given her some soft shorts and my biggest shirt so she’d be as comfortable as possible. And she ended up wearing the boxers.

“What?” She asked me, making me realize how long I’d been starting at her.

“Nothing.” I blushed. “Sorry. You just look…pretty.”

“Oh.” She said in surprise. “Thank you.”

An awkward silence followed where neither of us wanted to make eye contact. That was fine by me because if I looked any longer, I’d probably end up confessing my love to her.

“I feel like Adam Sandler.” She said to break the silence.

“That’s a great way to feel.” I replied, making her look at me and smile. She sat down on my bed and returned her gaze to the floor. I stood frozen in my spot until she playfully rolled her eyes and patted the spot next to her. My heart skipped a beat and I quickly followed her orders. I could tell she used my body wash once I got close to her and it was like smelling it for the first time.

“Thanks for the clothes. And for getting rid of the first spider.”

“You’re welcome.” I said and wished I was cooler and had a better reply. Silence fell between us again and I took the blame. This was my chance to finally talk to her one and on and I was throwing it away.

“Your underwear fits me way too well.” She was the one to break the silence again and sounded shy doing it. We both laughed and thankfully, that took some of the awkward tension away.

“I feel embarrassed.” She admitted to me as she looked into my eyes.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Aren’t I a little too old to be running away screaming from a spider?”

“I don’t think there’s an age limit. As far as I’m aware.” I replied, making her chuckle.

“I guess not. I just feel childish. Before he left, my dad and I got in a fight because I wanted to join him on the mission and he wouldn’t let me. You probably heard us.”

“Yeah.” I admitted. “But I wasn’t trying to.”

“I know. You can’t help it when I’m right across the hall.” She waved her hand. “So, you probably heard me shout “I’m not a child” at him?”

“Once or twice.”

“Yeah. I just get so angry at him when he treats me like I’m still a little girl. Then I go and do the most childish thing ever and run screaming from a bug.”

“In your defense, it was a pretty big bug.” I said to try to cheer her up.

“Still. I want to do more than just sit home and wait for you guys to come home. I want to be helpful. I know I don’t have any powers or an iron suit, but I can still be useful. I wish my dad could see that.” She sighed and rested her head in her hands. My hand instinctively went up and landed on her back. I timidly rubbed small circles and was relieved when she didn’t swat me away.

“You are helpful.” I assured her. “We all eat the granola bars you pack us. And I always drink the electrolytes you give me. You never give me the gross flavors. Only the ones I like.”

“But I want to do more than just snacks.” She grumbled.

“I think you do more than you realize.”

“What do I do?” She laughed sadly and gave me a look. The look was screaming for someone to see her, and I hoped I could assure her that I did.

“You give your dad a reason to fight. You give him someone to come home to and remind him it’s worth it to almost die once a week if it means he gets to see your face again.” I said before I could overthink it. The look on her face told me that I miraculously said the exact right thing.

“Did he say that?” She asked with all the hope in the world in her voice. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that that’s actually how I felt and only had it on good authority that her dad felt the same way.

“Oh, yes. He says that all the time.” I lied and hoped she didn’t pick up on the uncertainty in my voice.

“Thanks, Peter.” She smiled so wide that it nearly killed me. “That makes me feel better, actually. You’ve saved me twice today.”

“I’m just paying you back for all the snacks you’ve packed me.” I joked. She turned her body to me suddenly and drew her legs up on the bed.

“You know, you’re the only one that says thank you for that.” She told me. “The others kinda just chuckle and roll their eyes at me when I hand them their snack packs. I know they mean it endearingly, but that’s the kind of stuff that makes me feel like everyone just sees me as Tony’s dumb kid.”

“I actually know exactly how you feel. When I first started out, I had to beg to be given actual tasks to do. Your dad just saw me as the kid who returned bikes and helped old ladies cross the streets for the longest time. And I was really frustrating because I knew I could be doing more but I couldn’t get him to see that.”

“So what did you do? How did you get him to see you?”

“Well, I did a bunch of really dumb and dangerous stuff first and he got mad at me.” I began. “But then I did some heroic stuff which was also pretty dumb and I earned back his trust. So maybe skip the first part and go straight to the heroic part.”

“But what can I do? I’m nothing, human…nothing.” She shook her head repeatedly and but her lip in a way I’d never seen her do. My face must’ve shown I was confused because she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, well clearly you’ve never seen Twilight and now I’m double embarrassed because I just did a perfect Bella impression and it went right over your head.”

“I’m sorry.” I blushed. “I haven’t seen it. But I’m sure your impression was really good.”

“It was.” She insisted. “Not that you would know.”

“I’ll give it a watch.”

“I guess I’m not really helping my case by quoting a dumb vampire movie.” She sighed. “I don’t know. I just want to be seen as an equal. Is that stupid?”

“That’s not stupid at all.” I quickly assured her. “And if it means anything, I see you as an equal. I know that might not mean as much as if Nat or Sam said that, but I do. I always have.”

“It means a lot. Thanks, Peter.” She said with a soft smile. Before I knew what was happening, her head was on my shoulder and my breath was caught in my chest. I guess she really needed to hear that. I wasn’t really sure what to do but I didn’t want the moment to end so I rested my head on top of hers. And it felt nice. We stayed like that for a minute before she sat up and awkwardly cleared her throat.

“Uh, sorry.” She said, sounding embarrassed.

“That’s okay! You can put your head wherever you want.” I told her, not sounding as cool as I had hoped. The awkward silence returned and I decided this time, I’d be the one to break it.

“I called an exterminator while you were showering, by the way. She’s gonna be here in an hour.”

“Hm. The exterminator being a woman makes me feel better about getting a man to kill the spider.” She said with sheepish smile. I couldn’t help but smile at the small win of being the man she called when she needed help.

“I’ll always be here to get rid of spiders that are bothering you. Or any bug, really. Maybe even a rodent or a small person.”

That made her laugh, thank God. I could tell she was at ease now and that put me at ease too. Maybe I wasn’t blowing my chance with her.

“Is there anything you’re afraid of that I can promise to help you with in return?” She asked me, making me stop and think.

“I don’t like opening cans.” I admitted.

“What? Why not?”

“Because I’m always scared I’m gonna slice my finger open on the rim of the lid. If you pull the lid back with the tabby thingy, it could fling off and cut you. If you use a can opener, it could cut you when you open it up. I haven’t eaten black olives in six years because of this fear. Or soup. Imagine six years and no soup.”

“Wow, Peter. I would not have expected this from you. And now I want black olives from a little can.”

“Should we?” I scrunched my nose and asked as if I was proposing we do something terrible. To answer my question, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the kitchen cabinet that held the canned goods. I was glad that she turned away from me to look for the olives because that meant she couldn’t see the bright pink blush that was covering my entire face.

“I got this, baby girl.” She assured me as she opened a can of olives using a can opener.

“Wow. You make it look so easy.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” She asked and took a step closer to me to cup her hand around my ear.

“It is easy.” She whispered, making me laugh and shoo her away.

“Hey, I didn’t shame you about your fear.” I pointed out.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s a very valid fear to be scared of a little can lid.” She said as she handed me a slotted spoon.

“They’re sharp! Lots of people cut themselves on them.” I insisted while she jumped up in a cabinet to sit. I moved closer to her so that we could share the can of olives. And also, I just wanted to be closer to her.

“Yeah, but don’t you heal super fast? Does it really matter if you get cut? Won’t your finger just grow back?”

“Your knowledge about my abilities is very inconsistent.”

“I guess it is. But this is probably the most you and I have ever talked, so you can’t blame me.”

“Why is that?”

“Why’s what?”

“Why don’t we talk more? I mean, we’re the same age. We’re both here all the time. I’m your dad’s employee, sort of. How come we never really became friends?” I wondered. It wasn’t the type of thing I ever thought I’d ask her, but we were opening up to each other and I wanted to know.

“I’m not that good at friends.” She answered me without looking up.

“Neither am I. So if you’re bad at it, I won’t know.” I told her, which brought out a smile.

“I mean, we did form a trauma bond today. I guess we don’t really have a choice but to be friends now.”

“Guess not.” I shrugged and turned away so she wouldn’t see my smile. I could not believe after three years of pining after her, all it took was killing one spider to get her attention.

“And since we’re friends, I hope I can count of your help to show my dad that I can do more than just pack lunch and schedule meetings.”

“I think I have an idea.” I said as my eyes drifted to the vacuum hanging on the wall. She followed my gaze and turned around, instantly picking up on what I was thinking. She looked back at me and was about to protest before I jumped in.

“Do you trust me?” I asked and held my breath. If she said no, it would probably put an end to this moment we were having. Instead of answering, she hopped off the counter and grabbed the vacuum off the wall.

“I trust you. Come on.”

We made our way back to her bedroom and began to form a game plan outside her door. The idea was simple, point and suck. The vacuum had a long hose attached so all she had to do was hold the end of it and stick it in the nest.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” She asked as she nervously fiddled with the vacuum hose.

“Well, if it doesn’t, we can go with your burning the house down idea.”

“But is getting rid of a spider nest really the grand gesture I need to prove to my dad that I’m capable of bigger things?”

“Absolutely, yes.” I insisted. “Your dad hates spiders. I’ve seen him scream at a frequency that would make dogs bark over the tiniest ones. When we tell him you got rid of this nest all by yourself, he’s gonna see you are more capable than he thinks.”

“What if he’s just like, “oh, okay, cool” and doesn’t care at all?” She sighed and gave me a worried look. I put my hands on her shoulders, bold move I know, and that seemed to calm her down.

“Then we come up with plan B.” I said in a calm voice.

“We?”

“We’re friends now. That means you have me to help you with whatever you need.”

“Okay.” She answered, and I could swear I saw the slightest blush cross her face. She put her hand over mine and gave it a gentle squeeze before picking the vacuum back up.

“Okay, so when you get in there-“

“Shhh!” She cut me off. “They can hear you. We need the element of surprise.”

“I don’t think the spiders can hear me.” I whispered back, just in case.

“You don’t know that.” She hissed. I endearingly rolled my eyes and moved closer to her so that I didn’t have to talk loud.

“When you get in there, have the vacuum on already. Try to stick the hose right in the middle of the nest on your first try. That should suck the whole thing up.”

“What if the baby spiders jump out of the nest when they hear the vacuum and land on me?” She asked and it honestly sounded like she was about to cry.

“Then I think you just have to kill yourself.” I shrugged. That brought her back and made her smile. She took a deep breath and twisted the hose in her hands.

“Let’s get this over with before I change my mind.”

“Go in. I’ll be right behind you with the garbage bag.” I assured her. She put her hand on the door handle but then turned to me with un unreadable look.

“Aren’t you gonna kiss me goodbye incase I die?” She asked me. I was taken aback at first but quickly complied and leaned in. I was met with a vacuum hose being pressed to my lips, which I probably should have seen coming.

“Woah. I was joking. That bastard in the shower isn’t the only spider perv around here I see.” She snorted and took the hose away.

“You’re evil.” I shook my head and laughed as my face turned a deep red.

“Then why’d you want to kiss me so bad?”

“Shut up. I didn’t. It was the adrenaline from the spider execution we’re about to commit. That’s all.” I laughed again and her expression changed. She put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer to kiss me on the cheek.

“Thank you for helping me. Again and again and again.” She said sincerely as she stared in my eyes. All I could do in that moment was nod my head.

“Okay. No fear.” She blew out a nervous breath and put her hand back on the door handle.

“No fear. You got this. Aim and suck.” I instructed. She responded with something like a battle cry and flicked the vacuum on to its highest setting. I was right behind her as she burst through the door with the hose pointed up. Just as instructed, she stuck the hose in the center of the web and screamed while it got sucked up.

“Open the bag, open the bag!” She was still screaming and I think I was screaming too. I opened the garbage bag and she quickly dumbed the contents of the vacuum inside. I sealed it tightly and threw it out the window which I knew had a dumpster below, thus concluding the spider nest problem. As I was turning back around, I felt her jump on me with her arms wrapped around my neck and legs around my waist.

“We did it! It’s gone!” She exclaimed in celebration. “We got rid of a spiders nest by ourselves!”

“That was all you. I just held open the bag.” I told her as I hugged her back. I was more excited about the hug than the nest. She let me go after a tight squeeze and I gently placed her down on the ground. Even with her feet on the floor, she didn’t remove her arms from around my neck.

“Hey, we went from barely be friends to hugging in one day. I wonder what we’re gonna do tomorrow.” I said jokingly.

“Probably make out or something.” She joked back, making me laugh in embarrassment. She stared into my eyes and for a second, I almost thought she was gonna kiss me.

“Yeah.” I said after a beat. “Or something.”

Maybe it was my imagination, but her head started to lean in. Before anything could happen, the unmistakable sound of Tony and the rest of the team entering the tower sounded through her open window.

“My dad’s home.” She said, sounding surprisingly disappointed.

“Want to go tell him what happened?” I offered and she reluctantly nodded.

“Yeah. Sure.” She replied as she withdrew her arms from around my neck.

The walk to her dad was quiet and filled with a tension that I did not understand. I let her tell him on her own because I wanted her to get all the credit. She had given me a soft smile and my hand a squeeze before she went in, which made me hopeful that she really did mean we were friends now.

While they talked, I ran to the store to get something for her for when she was done. If the talk didn’t go the way she hoped, maybe I could at least cheer her up a little. I went to her room when I returned and knocked on the door.

“Hey. Come in.” I heard her voice. I felt awkward going I because I wasn’t really sure where we stood now. She was sitting on her bed so I shut the door behind me and walked up to her.

“Here. I saw you had a diffuser in your room so I picked this up for you.” I said as I shyly handed her the bottle of essential oil I had gotten. She looked at me in disbelief before taking the bottle.

“Peppermint?” She read off the label.

“Yeah. Spiders hate peppermint. I thought it might be helpful at keeping them away.”

“And you went out and got this….for me?” She said the last part like it was completely nonsensical that I would do such a thing. I was kind of happy to know I had not made my feelings for her that obvious because she clearly had no idea that I would do anything for her.

“Of course. I wanted your room to feel safe again. I thought this might help.” I told her as I sat on her bed. She smiled softly at me and then cracked open the bottle. I instantly gagged at the smell and she quickly screwed the cap back on.

“Are you okay?” She asked and put a hand on my shoulder. There was an awful lot of shoulder touching between us today. Whatever that means.

“Yeah, sorry. Whatever spider bit me gave me its aversion to peppermint. I’ll leave so you can use it.” I said and started to get up. She gently tugged on my arm to keep me where I was.

“Peter, wait.” She said, earning my full attention. She stared into my eyes for a minute before seeming to change her mind.

“I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you for all your help today. You’ll be happy to know my dad is letting me tag along next week on a mission. It’s super low stakes and I’d probably be more at risk in a Jersey Mike’s, but it’s a start. And that’s all thanks to you.”

“You didn’t need me.” I waved my hand. “I was just the brains. You were the muscle. And that’s exactly what I’m gonna tell the chief of spider police if they come looking for us.”

“Well, I like your brain.” She laughed. “And I’m glad we’re friends now.”

“So am I. And I hope you know that you’re the only girl I’d kill my own kind for.”

“Why’s that? Why do it for me?”

“Um, I don’t know. I guess I’m just really weird and into super cool, funny, fearless girls who are really pretty and have dads that would kill me if they knew where I was right now.” I said without looking at her. I really had to tread lightly now. That was almost a full admission of my feelings.

“Imagine if my dad found out I was in your room with no clothes on today.” She snorted, making me flush at the memory.

“Were you?” I asked in a squeaky voice. “I don’t remember that like at all.”

She laughed again and I felt myself relax a little. But I tensed right back up when she moved closer to me so that our knees were touching.

“You know, I happen to think you’re pretty too.” She told me like it was just some casual statement to make.

“What’s that now?” I asked and leaned closer because there was almost no way I was hearing her correctly.

“And cool.” She continued. “And funny. And pretty fearless since you did kill that first shower spider.”

“Yes. Kill. There was certainly no cup and index card involved.” I said as my eyes darted to the side.

“Aw.” She chuckled. “You didn’t have it in you to squish him?”

“I didn’t. I scooped it up and tossed it out the window.” I admitted, and that seemed to make her move closer. What was going on right now?

“Why do I find that so attractive?” She asked, more so to herself than to me. I froze for a minute and then watched her face carefully, hesitant to believe she was telling the truth

“Is this some kind of psychological test where your dad is gonna either make me an official member of the team or drop down from the ceiling and smite me depending on how I respond?” I asked her.

“Um, no. This is me telling you I like you and I thought I got the feeling you liked me back today and if you don’t that’s okay but I’m gonna reinstate the spider nest and just let it kill me because I’ll be too embarrassed to face you.” She said, it all coming out in one breath.

It took me a minute to process what she was saying, all the while she was staring at me and holding her breath. On the off chance this was really happening and not one of those dreams that made you feel disappointed when you woke up, I delivered my answer.

“Yes?” I replied, but it came out like more of a question because I forgot what question she asked me.

“Yes? That’s your answer?”

“Was there a question?”

“No.” She realized. “I don’t think so actually.”

“You like me? Because I’ve liked you forever. But I never thought you liked me back.”

“You’re the only one that says thank you for the snacks. You know what it’s like to not feel seen. You refill my water and think I don’t notice. And you got rid of a spider for me. How could I not?” She shrugged, drawing a shy smile out of me. With the security of knowing she felt the same, I felt confident enough to take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze.

“Hand holding? What is this, Pre-K?” She asked. Before I could respond, she took my face between her hands and pulled me into a kiss. It was both everything I imagined and beyond my wildest dreams. I kept one hand holding hers and slipped the other behind her head. I didn’t know how long we kissed for and I actually didn’t know so much as my name while it was happening because Oh my God, it was happening. And it was perfect.

When we pulled away, my lips were buzzing and hers were a little swollen. We exchanged shy smiles at each other but kept our hands where they were.

“Hm. And we said we wouldn’t make out until tomorrow.” She chuckled before pulling me in again.

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