A/N: Oh my gosh thanks for the request. I don’t know if this particularly counts a “fluffy” but it does have a happy ending and it is a part two to We’ll Find A Way, I promise. This was also loosely inspired by Just The Two of Us by Bill Withers and Grover Washington Jr. and the 3rd point on this tumblr post. Any feedback is appreciated! -Kay
WC: 1400-ish, Yes I know the sequel is longer than the original.
Warnings: Not much just some references to alcohol
You walked hand and hand with Peter down the halls of his fancy Ivy League school. One that looked like it had just come straight out of a Jane Austen book. Somehow the click of your heels on the white porcelain tile sounded a little crisper than anywhere else in the city and the school’s air smelled a little fresher than the air even in Central Park.
Peter took bigger strides than usual. You were almost walking twice as fast just to keep up with him. He was so in his head about being on time to his presentation. You could feel the nervousness radiating off of him, he was being much more nervous than usual, hell he was probably the most nervous he had ever been in his life. He looked down at the thick stack of papers in his other hand. They were labeled: The Exploration of the BioPhysics Used in the Stark Industries Sonic Cannon. He studied them again for the fourth time since the two of you had walked in the building.
“Peter, it’s gonna be okay,” You gave his hand a little squeeze to reassure him.
“Are you sure?” He asked, “What if I forgot something? What if I forgot my flash drive with my powerpoint on it?”
“You’ll be fine Peter,” You laughed a little, “We packed three extra flash drives with three identical copies of your powerpoint on each flashdrive,”
“Are you sure all the flash drives work? What if one doesn’t work when I get up there?”
“Than you won’t use that one and you’ll just try the next one,”
“Do you think I practiced enough times?”
“Peter, I let you practice in front of my students every week for an entire semester, I think they know more about Biophysics than your entire committee combined,” You laughed again.
“What if there’s a spelling mistake somewhere? Or the committee doesn’t like the font I used?” He continued to panic about the small details as the two of you walked up to the meeting room where he would be defending his doctorate dissertation in.
“Peter, you had me, MJ, Ned, Aunt May, Pepper, and Dr. Banner triple-check your presentation, your notes, and your handouts for any errors,” You said, trying to help calm him, “And you choose New Times Roman, how can you go wrong with that when you’re talking to a bunch of smarty-pants scientists?”
“Okay okay, I get it, I’m just really nervous, that’s all,” Peter said quietly as the two of you stood right in front of the doors to the board room, his feet still pedaling in place due to how nervous he was, “Do I look okay?”
“You look really handsome,” You responded, tucking his little fly away curls behind his ears and straightening his tie. You took note of how much Peter resembled his uncle in the few pictures Aunt May had shown you.
“Will you be here when I come back out? Do you have anywhere else you need to be?” He asked anxiously before looking down at his papers again.
“I’m gonna be right here Peter, and if you ever get nervous while you’re in there, just remember I’m right out here, it’s just the two of us” You smiled. You took your fingers and pulled his gaze up from his papers giving him a small kiss.
“Okay,” He pulled you in close for one last hug, taking in your words, “Well, wish me luck?”
“You don’t need luck Peter,” You said before leaning onto the tip of your toes to kiss him again, you found yourself smiling against his lips, “You gonna kill it,”
He nodded slowly, “I am, aren’t I?” He smiled. It was the first thing he had said all morning with confidence.
“Go get’em Spiderman,”
Two Hours Later
You were in the process of grading what seemed like your millionth book report of “Animal Farm” when Peter walked out the doors. You shoved everything that had been sitting on your lap aside and rushed to his side.
“Hey, how was it?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him before guiding him to the bench you had been sitting at.
“It was a lot,” Peter responded, running his hands through his hair, still very clearly on edge, “But I think I got through it in once piece,”
“Did the committee say anything to you?”
He shook his head, “After my presentation they grilled me with a bunch of questions for about an hour and then they just asked me to step out, and now they’re discussing whether or not I’ll get my degree,”
“I’m sure you did amazing Peter,” You tried to reassure him, your hand cupping his cheek.
“But what if I didn’t? I mean that dissertation was six years of my life, what if it wasn’t good enough for them?” His foot started tapping rapidly, bouncing up and down, “If I fail that means everything we put off for six years was for nothing, I could’ve had a secure job now and we wouldn’t be struggling to make rent on a one-bedroom apartment in Queens every month,”
“Peter, that doesn’t matter, you gave it everything you had,” You said and then kissed him, resting your forehead against his.
“But I mean what if-”
“Peter, it’ll be okay, we’ll be okay,” You clarified.
“Are you positively sure? How do you know?”
“Yes I’m sure, and I just know,” You answered his questions.
He shook his head a little with a small smile on his lips, “How do you do it dear? How do you just know?” He asked, his body slouching down and leaning against yours.
“Because it’s you and I, just the two of us, and we’ll make it if we try,” You replied, “We’ve survived bad guys, world-ending apocalypses, and everything in between, who says this city is gonna get the best of us?”
“So this right now, it’s just a little rain, right?” He asked, although his tone made his word come out as more of a plea as he folded his hands together in his lap.
“This is not at all a storm,” You sighed.
“Mister Parker,” One of the assistants you assumed popped his head out of the door, “The committee is ready to speak to you on their decision,”
Peter stood up again, straightening out the folds in his jacket and adjusting his cuffs, his hands slightly trembled as he did, “Do I still look okay?”
“I’d say you look like you could use a drink, You giggled before standing up next to him, “But you’re still very handsome,”
You tucked in his loose curls that had fallen out from behind his ears again and then straightening his tie again.
“I love you,” Peter said.
“I love you,” You repeated back, “And you got this doctorate degree in the bag,”
1 Hour Later
Peter slowly waltzed his way out of the room with the rest of his committee and a few other individuals. His eyes eagerly scanning the hallway for you.
“Peter over here!” You called out to him, standing up from the bench where you had finally finished grading.
His eyes landed on you and he smiled instantly. He checked to make sure the rest of his committee was at least halfway down the hall and out of hearing range before running up to you. He immediately engulfed you in the biggest hug. His arms wrapping around your waist to lift you and then spinning you around a couple times.
“Guess who is now officially Doctor Peter Parker?” He said before setting you down.
“No, what?” You cheered, you hands cupped his cheeks, “See I told you that you’d kill your presentation”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,I really couldn’t have done it without you, you know? I love you so, so much,” He said as he peppered your face with kisses.
“I love you too Spiderman,” You smiled, “Now come on, Ned and MJ are waiting at a bar for us so that we can celebrate,” You started to drag him down the hall, knowing that he had been waiting to have this beer for six years.