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Starcrossed lovers (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: You & Peter were in love till he lost you. Pulled through a portal he did not expected to meet you again on a different earth. When the battle against Green Goblin in upon them has Peter a chance to forgive himself but at what cost? [ part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you Y/n.” – Peter breathed out. Some electricity flickered dangerously above his head. You gasped loud looking up to him. Feet dangling in the air as his hand in yours was the only thing holding you in place. – “Peter…” – you said anxiously. The broken insides of the construction site clear. In the midst of the building you were hanging. Your life literally in Peter’s hand.

He himself hung stuck on a support bar made of metal with only his web. You gasped again hearing the construction site tremble. Feeling as if the place was coming down any second. You looked down at the gaping hole ready to swallow you whole. – “Don’t… don’t look down Y/n.” – Peter said with a clenched expression.

He felt his hand sweat underneath his suit, hoping it wouldn’t lose his grip on you. The construction site shook again, trembling and breathing as it disturbed the peace. Peter and you bounced a bit trying to stay steady. – “Peter!” – you called out wanting him to look at you. Peter was panting, holding onto you with every might. He looked down at you seeing the fear in your eyes. Yet there was also something else hiding in your eyes. Acceptance? Peter felt his hand slip in yours, making him groan loud. It made your feet dangle more knowing he couldn’t hold you any longer

You knew as good as anyone that Peter couldn’t save the both of you. It was him or you. It was an easy choice to make. The world needed spiderman, but the world didn’t need Y/n Y/l/n. It was an easy choice. You or him. You slowly closed your eyes, squeezing them gently shut as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Peter groaned again as he felt his grip falter on you. – “I’ll… I’ll figure something out Y/n.” – Peter said looking around to see how he was going to get out of here.

“I have to!” – Peter shouted at himself as you slowly opened your eyes once more. – “Peter I love you.” – you said making him look down at you. His eyes widened finally seeing the meaning in your eyes. You opened your hand, letting it lean back so his grip faltered.

Your hand slipped out of his as you descended into the abyss. – “No!” – Peter shouted releasing his web. You were falling. Peter diving after you, reaching his hand out to you. A web shot out aiming at you in the hopes of catching you. Your eyes were glossy from the held in tears. The wind catching you like hands trying to ease your fall. Peter’s web reached and attached itself to your stomach. He called it out trying to lift you up but the ground was reaching faster. Faster then he could’ve pulled you up. Your back smacked against the hard floor, bouncing off. It was fast. Quicker than falling asleep. Red crimes blood staining the hard floor. Peter landed beside you, picking you up carefully. For his pain could never be healed.

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“Just think of Peter!” – you called out slightly annoyed. – “Okay, okay.” – Ned replied jumpy as you were making him nervous. – “Just hold on.” – he added moving away from you. MJ sighed loud with a shake of her head. – “I need to concentrate for this.” – he told you. – “Then concentrate.” – you answered bitsy. MJ got up grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Give him some space.” – she said pulling you backwards away from Ned. You surrendered holding your hands up. – “I’ll won’t say a thing.” – you told her as MJ sat you down. – “Here have a cookie.” – she slid the tiny plate with cookies closer to you.

Cookies Ned’s grandma had made. You didn’t want to accept one as MJ took one and forced it into your hand. With one stern glance of her, she forced you to remain silent and eat it. Ned wiggled his shoulders to prepare himself like a boxer would before entering the ring. He moved his fingers in front of him, closing his eyes. – “Think of Peter Parker. Think of Peter Parker.” – he mumbled to himself. Slowly little orange flickers appeared in the midst of his grandma’s living room. MJ’s eyes widened as the orange sparks increased. Tumbling in a spiralling way as they grew wider.

Creating an opening. Your eyes widened as well making you drop your cookie out of shock. The portal opened more as you could look into an alleyway. A figure unclear. – “Peter! Hey Peter!” – Ned called out. The figure turned around pointing confused at himself. – “Peter come’ on!” – Ned urged not knowing how long he could open this portal. The figure approached jumping through the portal. – “It worked.” – MJ said looking at spiderman. The spiderman looked from Ned to MJ, then his eyes fell on you. It made him take off his mask, hoping his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

Ned and MJ gasped loud. – “Who are you?” – Ned asked loud. It drew spiderman’s attention away from you. – “I’m Peter.” – he said friendly. – “No, we are looking for Peter… Peter Parker.” – MJ stated looking suspiciously at him. – “My name is Peter Parker.” – his gaze going back to you. MJ furrowed her brows looking back at you confused. – “No, our Peter is spiderman.” – Ned addressed. – “I am spiderman.” – Peter replied looking briefly at Ned. MJ grabbed a bagel throwing at Peter.

Peter furrowed his brows, moving his hands away, gesturing why. – “I wanted to test your spider tingle.” – she told him. – “I have the spider tingle just not for bread.” – he told her. You snorted loud finding it very funny. Hearing you laugh made Peter’s face light up. – “We summoned the wrong Peter.” – Ned said out loud making you get up. You brushed past MJ and Ned coming over to Peter.

You started circling around Peter taking a close look at him. When you came to the front and your eyes met, you smiled sheepishly. – “Hi.” – you said softly. – “Hi…” – Peter replied with a saddened smile. You lifted his arm up, going underneath it as you examined his suit. Went around his back to the side, taking his other arm. You faced his palm up checking his spider webs.

You pressed on it accidently gluing your fingers to his device. You chuckled sheepishly. – “Sorry.” – you spoke. Peter smiled till his smile faltered having been brought back to a memory. He remembered when you had done the exact same thing once. He pulled the web of your fingers, freeing you. – “He seems real enough to me.” – you told MJ and Ned. Peter who had put his mask between his teeth, raised his arms in a way of telling MJ and Ned he was telling the truth. He pulled his mask out of his mouth with a smile. MJ still had her suspicion on him. – “Don’t mind MJ, she is a bit untrusting towards people.” – you told Peter.

“That’s okay.” – Peter answered almost saying your name. It almost blurted out so naturally he had missed saying it. Ned took a deep breath. – “Alright attempt number two.” – he prepared himself again for another go. Peter stepped aside joining your side. He watched Ned swirl his hand in a circle to open another portal. – “I’m Y/n.” – you told him making him look back at you. – “I know…” – he whispered saddened. You quirked up your eyebrow. Peter kept staring at you, unable to grasp that you were standing here beside him.

If he could, he would’ve grabbed you and kissed you like his life depended on it. It hurt, hurt being so vividly reminded of the loss of you in his world. It felt like a blessing that he got to speak to you again, yet it felt bittersweet knowing you were from somewhere else. A different earth. – “So uhm…” – Peter began half watching Ned’s attempts to open another portal. – “Peter… your Peter are you… his…” – Peter felt ridiculous and silly for even asking it.

He just wanted to know if his alternative Peter was yours. You picked up on it, laughing loud. – “Oh no, I’m just a friend. MJ is Peter’s girlfriend.” – you nudged with your head at MJ. – “Okay…” – he whispered out with a saddened smile. A new portal opened as a second person walked out, claiming to be Peter Parker as well. MJ sighed disappointed as Ned could only chuckle awkwardly.

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“Can the spiderman come out to play?” – all three Peter’s turned their head at the familiar voice. Green Goblin riding his hoverboard as he unleashed his green bombs. They were coming towards the building aiming for Dr. Strange. Doc Oc’s attached arms grabbed them out of the air, protecting Dr. Strange. They exploded in his metal grip. Stephen gasped when Green Goblin flew by, grabbing the cube from him.

Peter, the Peter from this earth turned his head in shock. Doc Oc flung a metallic arm at him, taking a hold of the hoverboard. Green Goblin was being held in place making him look surprised back. Strange flung a whip to Green Goblin taking back the cube. It hovered between his hands as he sighed relieved. Green Goblin turned snapping off one of Doc Oc’s arms. Doc Oc cursed in pain with frustration. The cube slowly turned in Stephan’s hand as all three Peter’s widened their eyes.

All seeing the green bomb ball inside the cube. – “Strange no!” – Peter one shouted holding his hand out. The bomb exploded releasing the magic inside it with blasts as two spheric rings blasted through the building. The entire building shook as it made you stumble out of balance, knocking into Ned. Ned, MJ and you were a few levels below, unaware of what was happening up there. The heavy shield destined for the statue of liberty released from it’s position.

With a heavy weight it scorched a way down the building. Breaking everything in it’s wake. The platform you were on shook immensely. Even shifted as you lost your balance. Making you stumble backwards as your arms flayed around for any balance. You tipped over the edge with a loud scream. Ned unable to grab you in time as he clutched onto a pipe, nearly falling down himself.

Your scream was hearable till the top. Making all three Peter’s look up with worry. Peter, Peter three was the first one to react. His scream deafened out as he leaped off the building. Not again. Why was he tormented like this again? Having to relive the moment he lost you. Your hands grabbing for any support. Peter dived down getting pulled back to the memory of where he had seen you fall before. The way you had shown acceptance in your eyes.

Yet your eyes were different. Full of fear. Only fear, no acceptance. He came at you with speed, determination on his mind. Not again. No more he would let you fall. He opened his arms, wrapping them tightly around you as the impact made you twirl in the air. Peter shot out a web as it stuck to a metal bar. His falling slowed down as he landed swiftly on his feet with you in his arms.

Shocked you were panting. Thinking you might have been done for it. Peter was panting too, looking quickly at you. – “Are… are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, keeping your hands around his neck. – “Yeah… I’m okay.” – you breathed out shakily. Peter felt himself tear up. – “Are… are you okay?” – you asked seeing how emotional he had become. He nodded with a saddened face. – “I am now…” – he answered letting his forehead rest against yours. He set you down on the ground, holding you by your waist.

Knowing how shaky you still are from the fall. Peter sobbed loud, wrapping his arms tightly around you. – “I caught you. I caught you Y/n.” – he said making you hug him firmer. – “You did.” – you whispered to him, leaving a kiss against his cheek. Peter pulled himself a bit back from the hug, wiping some hair out of your face. He chuckled out a smile between his sobs seeing you alive in his arms.

You kissed Peter again on the cheek, feeling as if you had known him your entire life. Your kiss felt bittersweet as he knew he couldn’t keep you forever. You weren’t from his earth so he couldn’t bring you back. Peter tilted your head leaving a kiss on your forehead. – “Stay out of sight and save.” – he said giving you a slight nudge into a direction. – “I will.” – you told him, going into hiding.

Peter looked back at you, wishing he could keep you, but he couldn’t. His feelings for you had never died out. It hurt, yet it hurt good that he was able to love you a little longer. Hang onto you that little longer to be able to forgive himself. If he could he would take you with him. Knowing you were save on another earth pleased him. Yet he would do anything to try and find a way to be reunited with you again. Even if it meant dying in the process. He couldn’t live without you. You were his entire world.

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Something in the Orange

Part one.

Part two will be coming soon.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Genre: angst, angst, angst.

Warnings: SAD, also talk of sex.

Word count: 10.5K

Summary: Peter did the worst thing he could've done to you, broke your heart.

Peter Parker knew you hated him. 

He knew because you stopped speaking to him, not that he expected to stay best friends but to totally cut all communication was something he wasn’t ready for. And you iced him out entirely, not that he was expecting to stay attached to the hip but to ignore his entire existence was hurtful, you wouldn’t even make eye contact. If you were somehow alone in a room you would act like you were by yourself, not even thinking to acknowledge him. 

Peter Parker knew you hated him and he knew he couldn’t make it right. 

He thinks a lot about that night, and suddenly his reasoning went out the window. He can’t remember why he did what he did, how he could hurt you like that. It wasn’t him, he wasn’t that kind of guy, as he wanted to believe. But he was, he was the guy that hurt you, and he did do that to you. And he can’t even remember why. 

“She fucking hates me.” 

Peter dropped his backpack on the lunch table, his science book producing a thud where it landed. He dropped his weight on the plastic chair and hissed when the plastic pinched his back, he turned to see a crack up the seat of the chair and grumbled. 

“She hates me and wants me dead.” 

Peter was looking at the faces of his lunchmates, Ned and MJ. Ned, for once kept his mouth shut, that's his way of telling Peter he got what he deserved, Ned told him this a million times before. Peter was annoyed at first but then started to appreciate his words, he would imagine it was you saying it to him. MJ rolled her eyes and continued to eat her peach, “She doesn’t hate you. She’s hurt and trying to make you hurt the same way.” 

Peter huffed at her. “Then it’s working. I’m torn up inside and she’s acting like I don’t exist, after chem I waved at her and she just kept walking like she didn’t see or hear me.” He leaned an elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand. “I just wish she would look at me, or talk to me.” 

“You fucking dumped her out of nowhere Peter, and for a shit reason. You’re lucky she’s not being worse to you. She should be.” Ned stood from the table with his bag and left, not even looking at Peter a second time. Peter was like a guppy, pursing his lips and stopping. He had no words to fight the statement, not that it mattered, Ned was long gone. 

Peter’s eyes moved to MJ, he was hoping for some sympathy at least. Maybe some words of wisdom but she just hummed like she was agreeing with Ned. If they were your kids they would choose you in the divorce, they kind of did, but you refused to talk to them either. They were Peter’s friends first, and they reminded you too much of him. 

“You know it was for a good reason right?” He hoped MJ would at least agree to that, that all this was for something. Instead, she shrugged, “I think you think it was for a good reason.” Peter looked at his backpack and sighed, his fingers coming to play at the bracelet you hooked around his zipper pocket so you could spot him better in the crowded hallways. He couldn’t imagine tearing it off, not like you did when he broke up with you. He understands what he did, but he wasn’t prepared for how serious you were going to take it. How you left a box of all his shit on the stoop outside his apartment, how he saw each photo and sweatshirt you've taken, even his spare clothes he stashed at yours were crumpled in the box. He counted each item, he noticed you didn’t keep a single one. You had washed him from you entirely. 

Peter wasn’t hungry, all he kept thinking about was that night. 

“Y/N, I think we should break up.” He watched as you continued to make your bed. 

“Real funny, Parker.” You lent forward, smoothing out a corner. 

“I’m not joking.” 

His words bounced in your head. He said he would never do this. 

“What?” 

“I’m sorry. But, I think we need to.” Peter was looking at the ground playing with his sleeve. He couldn’t even look at you right now. 

“No. I don’t want to break up.” You shook your head, where was this coming from? 

“Please, just do-” 

“We can still be friends.” He cut you off. 

You scoffed, offended at his words. 

“No. If you’re not my boyfriend you’re nothing to me. How am I supposed to forget how you loved me? How you kiss me after a bad day? How you always let me lay on you no matter how uncomfortable you are, the way our hands fit perfectly?” 

You paused and took a breath, tears gathered in your eyes. 

 “You are breaking my heart right now Peter Parker. Do you understand that?” Your words cracked, your tears ran, and you tilted your head at him. How could he do this? 

“I do.” He sighed, he held his hands, his thumb tapping against the other. 

He listened to you whimper, he listened as he broke your heart. 

“I’m sorry, but I have to.” 

You sniffled and stood straighter, you wiped your tears away and refused to let more fall. If he was doing this to you then so would you. You were about to forget he ever existed. 

“Get out of my room.” 

Your words were venom. Peter had never heard you speak like that to anyone let alone him, it almost scared him. You sounded aggressive, almost like you were about to punch him. He knew he hurt you but he didn’t want to leave on these terms, he still loved you no matter what he had done. 

“Y/N.” He tried to talk, he tried to explain, he tried to say sorry again. 

“Get the fuck out Peter!” You screamed at him so loudly he winced, he never liked to be yelled at, it always sent his senses into overdrive. 

“I just-” 

You stalked towards him and placed a hand on his chest and pushed until he was out of your room. When he was in the doorway you looked at him with disgust, like you didn’t recognize who he was. 

“Get the fuck out and never talk to me again.” 

You went to slam the door in his face but stopped. He was hoping you would hear him out, and let him explain to you why he did this. But with every ounce of hurt in your body, you directed at him three words he never ever wanted to hear from you. 

“I hate you.” 

And the door slammed in his face so hard the walls shook. 

Peter pulled himself from the memory and frowned. He wishes he could take it all back and just talk to you. He was looking at the clock, just a few more minutes and lunch would end and he would be in English looking at you slumped over a desk. You stopped participating in school, didn’t do homework, failed tests, skipped class, and fought with teachers when they tried to help or bring up your issues. You started hanging with Colton and Francis, who were not good people at all, they were dragging you down. 

The second the bell rang he sped to class leaving MJ behind, she would trail in with thirty seconds left in the passing period and join him at their table. His leg bounced and waited for you to come in, but you didn’t. Not until halfway through did you stumble in with Colton, both of you giggling. Your lunch was getting high in his van with him and Francis and then getting food off campus while Francis sucked Colton’s face. 

Peter could smell the pot on you and he was sure everyone else could. You reeked. And you never smoked before, but now with your new friends, it was a favorite pastime. The teacher sighed and stopped the class, “Nice of you to join us, Y/N. Will you be participating today or are we getting another zero?” You scoffed at her remark, “I don’t know, are you going to be a raging bitch today or is that a rhetorical question? The class oohed, and your teacher slammed her hand on her desk. 

“Out! Out of my classroom and don’t come back!” 

You rolled your eyes, “The dramatics, teach. Chill out, you need to get laid.” The class was in an uproar, all of them hitting their fist on the desk. The teacher picked up her textbook and slammed it on her desk, the sound making everyone stop immediately. “This is not you, Y/N. I don’t know who you’re trying to be but it’s not working.” 

“You know what’s not working teach? Your husband's cock.” You smirked at her reaction, the shock and horror spilling across her face, the way her cheeks lit up. 

“Get out!” She screamed so loudly you were sure the rooms around this one stopped for a second. “Get out, get out, get out! I better see you in the office or I swear to God.” 

You tugged on Colton's jacket, leading him out the door with you. “Better start swearing.” 

Peter watched as you backed out of the classroom and as Mrs. Bender breathed harshly, he shared a look with MJ. She shook her head in disappointment, this wasn’t you, the teacher was right. Peter stayed silent and started working, it wasn’t his job to chase after you and ask what the hell that was, he wasn’t even sure that if he had tried you wouldn’t pretend you couldn’t hear him. 

“Y/N got suspended for three days.” 

Ned dropped his backpack by Peter’s bedroom door and worked his way over to rest on his bed. He looked over the back of the lego set he brought over before opening the cardboard and pulling out the separated packs. 

“She did?” 

Peter couldn’t believe it, you’d never gotten suspended before. He wanted to text you, he looked at his phone and bit his lip. Ned pulled him from his thoughts, “Yup. Brandon Quill posted it on his story, apparently, she’s at Katie Perez’s party and is getting hammered. 

Peter was double worried, you were suspended from school and now you were getting drunk at a house party talking to people you always told him you hated. He looked at Ned unfolding the instructions, he pulled the thick board Peter kept by his desk for building the sets on a more sturdy surface. 

Against better judgment, he picked up his phone to open his message thread with you. He’s scrolled through the messages a few times, pretending he was still sending and receiving sweet nothings with you. He noticed the last text in the chat was him telling you he was on his way, that was the day he ended things. It’s been a long three months. 

‘Are you okay?’ 

He deleted the text. 

‘Are you doing alright?’ 

He deleted that one too. 

“You good, man? Am I doing this alone?” 

Peter looked up at Ned, he held out a bag of parts for a side section. Peter looked at his phone once more, he settled on a “Hi.” He held his breath and pushed send. He smiled at Ned and grabbed the bag and started to work. 

Ten minutes in he looked at his phone and saw nothing. 

Fifteen minutes in he checked to see if his phone’s sound was on. 

Thirty minutes in he checked again, maybe it didn’t buzz. Ned asked if he had other plans and if he was intruding. 

“Uh, no. I uh, I texted her.” 

“Y/N, I mean.” He added quickly. 

Ned's eyebrows raised, they almost disappeared under his fringe. 

“You did?” 

Peter nodded. “I did.”

“You did.” 

“Yeah. I did.”

“Why?” 

“I…. I don’t know.” 

Ned put the legos down. 

“You don’t know?” 

“No. I don’t know anything, Ned.”

“Go on?” 

“I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know why I hurt her. I don’t know why I can't move on even though I'm the one that did this.” 

“Peter, you know why.” Ned knew Peter knew he thought it was stupid but Peter genunally believed it was for the right reason. No use in trying to backtrack now, it wouldn’t work for him. 

“I do.” He nodded his head and swallowed. 

“I do, and I really wish I could take it back. I just…acted too fast. I needed to talk to her, hear her out. But… I just left.” 

Peter sniffled and tried to blink back tears. It wasn’t manly to cry to your best friend, especially one that wouldn’t show sympathy, one that thought he deserved all he was getting and more. 

But Ned wasn’t evil, he loved his friend more than anything. And Peter wasn’t just upset he was being ignored he was upset at himself for his own actions and that meant more to Ned than anything else in the moment. He pushed himself off the bed and held an arm out to Peter at his desk, Peter looked at his hand and gave a confused face but let Ned pull him up anyways. 

Ned held one of Peter's hands in his own and placed the other on his shoulder, he looked into his eyes and spoke earnestly. “She’s acting like this because she still loves you and doesn’t want to. She wants to hate you so badly she acts like she does, but if she really did she wouldn’t have to try so hard to do it. You’ll get her back man, you broke it but you’re the only one who can fix it too.” 

Peter nodded and looked away when tears were about to fall, Ned just pulled him in for a hug and held him tightly. Peter slowly broke down and cried in his friend's arms for minutes, Ned didn’t say one word, didn’t comfort him, or tried to stop him. He let Peter express his emotions in total sincerity. He just held his friend tightly, Peter gave so much of himself to everyone else, and right now he just needed someone, and Ned was always there. 

Ned was Peter’s true best friend. He wasn’t scared to call him out on his bullshit but stayed and stood by him when he needed to. Ned has the kind of heart Peter wishes he had, he was full of compassion and patience, and understanding, Peter didn’t understand how a person could have that much optimism at the world. It was Ned’s superpower. 

“I’m scared I fucked it up too much. I think there’s no coming back from this.” He sniffled on his friend's shoulder. Ned rubbed up and down his back, Peter would’ve shoved him off any other time, but right now he closed his eyes and thought about how long it’s been since you touched him like that. 

“I don’t think you did. I think if you were able to do this in front of her, to be honest I mean, you would get her back.” Ned squeezed his friend tighter in his hold. 

Peter pulled back and looked at his friend, “You mean it? MJ will tell me if you’re lying.” He tested his friends' words, Ned squeezed his shoulders before pulling back entirely. “I mean it.” 

Peter rubbed his nose and let out a breath of air. 

“Okay. I’m good.” 

Peter and Ned shared a look, one that said ‘I’m sorry and ‘Thank you’ and Ned said ‘Sorry for what?’ and ‘That’s what best friends are for’ and the last one was from both of them, ‘I love you, man.’

The rest of the night they worked in unison, one handing a part to another without needing to ask. Ned pieced the last part together, he high-fived Peter and asked if he could keep this one because he bought it and because Peter kept the last three. 

Peter looked at his phone once more, you haven’t even read it. He assumes his number is blocked. 

“Later man, my grandma is outside.” 

Peter lent out his hand for their handshake at the end Peter held on to his friend's hand for a moment longer. 

“Actually, can I come and say hi? I need some air.” 

“Of course, dude. You know granny loves you. She always asks where my white friend is.” 

Peter slowly walked his way up the stairs after saying goodbye to Ned and saying hi, goodbye to his grandma. He was afraid to be alone tonight, he would’ve asked Ned to stay if he hadn’t thought about it after his ride was already on the way. May was at work and his thoughts weren’t going to leave him alone tonight. He assumes Spider-Man will be out late tonight. 

He stops at the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water and chugs it. He looks at the leftover pizza and thinks about grabbing a piece but it was the last two slices and it was May's favorite. She deserved her favorite meal after working all night, so he decided to leave it. 

Instead, he thinks about getting something later as Spidey. He didn’t use it to his advantage too often but he usually got free food as his alter ego and if he was going to get something for free he usually chose the nicer places. Good free food the real him couldn’t afford? Yes, please. 

Peter went into his room where he would finish up some homework, then he would probably visit Pornhub and then go out and fight some crime. He pressed on his phone’s screen, hand already traveling to his waistband on instinct. Until his hand stopped moving and he stopped breathing. He stared into the blue light radiating off his phone, he blinked three times as if he was imagining the notification. 

You texted back. 

“Hi.” 

He tapped on the notification, he was trying to think of what he should say. He hadn’t thought this far ahead, he wasn’t expecting a response. He was tapping his thumbs on the side of his phone, his hands ready to type but before a response came to him your face popped up on his phone. 

He smiled involuntarily when he saw the contact photo. You were in a hoodie of his, it was winter outside and he could see the snow on the ground. You were pressed against the brick building of his apartment, he remembers walking up on you and snapping a pic at how happy you were to see him coming your way. 

He was so lost in his flashback he almost forgot you were calling him. And, wanted to speak to him for the first time in three months. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi, Peter!” 

Your voice sent a smile to his face. He didn’t remember the last time he felt this calm, this at peace. 

“Hi, Y/N.” His voice was a smile. 

“Were you thinking about me just now? I had a feeling.” 

He looked at his hand near his boxers and brought it to his chest. 

“Do you always have that feeling? Because I always am.” 

Was he flirting with you right now? 

“Only when I’m not constantly trying to ignore it.” 

He imagined you rolling your eyes at him. 

“Careful, I might think you like me.” 

You were silent for a moment, then you spoke quietly. 

“Like you? I loved you.” 

Loved? That hurt. A lot. 

“I-“ 

You cut him off. 

“What are you doing right now?” 

Peter paused, he’s thinking it might be an invitation. 

“Nothing. Waiting on your call, I’ve been waiting for months actually. I think I’m getting bed sores.” 

His heart lifted when you laughed, the sound making him feel free inside. How could a sound make him feel so weightless?

“Do you want to come pick me up?” 

You rephrase the question immediately. 

“Will you come get me?” 

Peter's breath hitched. You wanted to see him, you wanted to speak to him in person. You wanted him. 

“Yes, yeah. I’ll come right now. Drop me a pin, okay?” 

He waited for your okay and current location to be sent to him. Your text was immediate, he jumped from the bed and grabbed his phone and wallet before leaving the building. 

Peter wasn’t a party person. He hated them, you liked them. You would usually go out on a Friday or Saturday evening and hang with some friends, usually, you just stuck in the corner and people-watched and stayed a DD for your friend group. He heard you had gotten drunk tonight but you weren’t slurring your words on the phone, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you drunk. Tipsy, yes, but you didn’t like to drink too much. You sipped on a beer or two during the night to keep everyone from trying to hand you shots and strong liquor but stayed sober to drive everyone home at night.

He had texted you when he arrived but you didn’t respond, he tried calling but you didn’t pick up. He would check your location to see if you were still here but you turned that off months ago. Breakup or not he wishes you kept it on for him, he just wanted to make sure you were safe. 

Peter sighed when he realized when he would have to go in to look for you. He then was a little relieved you weren’t waiting for him outside, it was cold and dark and only a few stragglers were outside. He was glad he had his flannel on then, he would get to see you in his clothes once more. 

Peter prepared himself for the loud music and crowd and pushed open the oak door. 

“Tequila shots in the kitchen!” 

Someone shouted and a few kids cheered. One kid came up behind Peter and slapped a hand on his shoulder. “Tequila shots, man!” He tried to steer him into the kitchen but he shook off the hand and stepped out of his path. 

Peter's eyes shot around the room, he closed his eyes and focused on his heartbeat. He was searching for your voice, he ran over all the conversations until- 

“Wait, wait, wait. Peter’s picking you up?” 

He couldn’t place the voice, it was familiar for sure. Maybe it was Francis, no, Drea? Maybe it was Karissa? 

He heard you hum, your mouth was full. The group was either smoking or drinking. 

“Yes, don’t judge me.” 

A few laughs from the group. 

“No judgment here, but we won’t let you live this down when you’re sober. You can’t say you hate him and how evil he is and then turn around and beg to be with him when you have a few drinks in you.” 

This one was for sure Francis, he could recognize her shrill voice from anywhere. 

“Oi! Not my fault he has the best dick game in town. I miss getting fucked by him more than anything.” You laughed at the end with the girls. 

Nice to know you had missed him in that way. Usually when a breakup happens the first words to fly out the mouth were “his dick was small and trash.” 

“It went out, pass the lighter.” 

He didn’t know who that one was, it was a guy. 

“Wait a minute, Y/N. Is this your first ex-hookup?” 

“What other ex do I have?” 

Peter smiled at that one, he was your only. 

Francis giggled. 

“I mean there was Nat-“ 

You gagged. 

“Stop! I tainted my body with that. Fuck you all, by the way. Why did you let me do that?” 

Peter frowned. He didn’t know you hooked up with someone else, you had the right but he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous knowing someone touched you the way he did. 

“I don’t know if it counts as sex when you think of your ex the whole time.” It was that guy again. 

“Peter’s just so good though! The entire time I just kept thinking ‘this has to be a joke.’” You laughed at the grittiness of the memory. 

Peter had a boosted ego at this point. You may have hated him but had to admit how good he was in the sack. 

You coughed and spoke again. 

“Do you think we will get back together?” 

Peter’s breath stopped. You were asking? 

“Be honest! I promise I won’t be mad.” 

“Are you asking if you have a chance?” It was Karissa, or Drea. 

“I’m asking if he has a chance.” 

Peter nodded but stopped when he realized he was in the middle of a room. 

“With you? Yeah. Yeah, I think you always left the door a little open for him no matter how much you swear you slammed it.” Karissa answered the question. 

“Plus if you were really over him you would have different hair by now. Everyone knows when you’re really over a guy you change your hair.” Drea? Added. 

“I say no. I mean, if he does I don’t have a chance to hit.” The guy laughed but no one joined. 

“Bro. Who even are you?” 

“I’m the one who brought the joint over, remember?” He responded back to you. 

“Yeah, and? I don’t fuck for free.” You laughed in his face. 

The group went quiet, you raised a hand to shoo him off. 

“Go on now. Bye.” 

Peter thinks it’s time to find you now. 

He spots you outside, you were standing with who he had assumed. Karissa, Drea and Francis. When he was approaching you he noticed a dude giving him the side eye, he imagined he was the one that was trying to ‘hit it.’ 

He soaked in your appearance, and how cute you looked. He was used to seeing you in dark clothing that covered your body at school, he always thought you were beautiful but tonight your legs were on show and you had on that bracelet he gifted you for your one-year anniversary. He’s happy to know you kept it and still wore it. 

He snuck up behind you, he would’ve grabbed you if he thought he could. He lent his mouth against your ear, your friends noticing him with raised eyebrows but staying silent. 

“Boo.” 

You jumped and spun, a wide smile covering your face. 

“Boo to you too!” 

You opened your arms and made grabby hands. You always asked him for a hug that way. It had been months but you still replayed the moments in your relationship like they never stopped. 

He leaned down and wrapped his arms around you. He’s not ashamed to admit he stole a sniff of your hair, he’s missed you wrapped around him more than he could ever put in words. Your touch alone made him buzz, he forgot how much his senses dialed up around you. He felt you pressed into him, he could feel your chest moving against him with your breaths, which he never noticed before. How had he taken those moments for granted? 

He’d ask if you missed him but he thinks that would push you back into reality. He knows sober you wouldn’t be allowing yourself this, he was selfish to keep you away from your current morals. But he needed this too bad, needed you too bad. 

You pulled away from him and he felt cold. He didn’t realize how warm you made him until you left his hold. 

“I forgot how good you smell.” 

You smiled at him and fixed his flannel collar. You glanced over the shirt, it was your favorite. You don’t think you ever told him that. 

“This is my favorite shirt on you. Did I ever tell you that?” 

He brushed some hair behind your ear. 

“Mhmm, don’t think so. Good to know, I think the universe made me wear it today. Must have known you’d be calling me later.” 

You opened your mouth, and Peter swore to every higher power you were about to say ‘I love you.’ He just knew. You had that look on your face. Instead, you shut it, you started again. “Do you want to hang around for a minute or leave? I know this isn’t your scene.” You moved to wrap yourself against his side, a permanent side hug. 

Peter wanted to leave, god he wanted to go. It sucked, he was getting stared down by a random dude. The songs sucked, and the flashing lights inside made his head hurt instantly. But, god. You looked at him like he made your sun rise and set, and you looked so pretty and he missed you so much he would saw off his own hand for just a minute longer with you. 

He thought about his next action carefully. He knew it may make you finally push him away but did it anyway. 

He lent down to place a kiss on the top of your head. He was the one that hurt you and right now he was using you to make himself feel better. He wasn’t being a good guy. 

You pushed your head up to hold his mouth there, warm flowed from your scalp to your toes. Goosebumps took place on your arms. You hated how much control he had over you. 

“We can chill for a minute. Don’t wanna interrupt your hangout.” He looked towards your friends, fawning at your interaction. 

“You sure?” 

The way you looked at him, searching for his comfort level. No matter what Peter said if you felt an inkling of him wanting to leave you would. Peter felt like he couldn’t breathe, you were looking over him searching for clues you still knew he hid. He brought his head down subtly, he almost leaned in to kiss you. He forgot what he did for a moment and pulled himself back up. 

You looked at him with raised eyebrows and grinned. The look alone let him know you caught him, and he wonders if you would’ve let him kiss you. 

“Positive.” He leaned forward to kiss you on the cheek, he forgot how smooth the surface was. How his lips puckered perfectly on the skin, almost like it was indented to fit him. You lent into him and let him hold there for a moment before you squeezed at his waist and he pulled away. 

“Mind being the best ex-boyfriend and getting me a refill?” You held up the plastic cup in your hand and shook it. Peter felt like he was sucker punched in his gut at your words, he knew he dumped you but hearing you call him your ex-boyfriend made him want to cry. He was proud to wear the boyfriend title, he was ashamed of the ex before it. 

He grabbed the cup from your hand and gave a tight lip smile, he looked at the party inside and groaned internally. The last thing he wanted to do was go into the crowded kitchen and pour you a drink. But, it was for you. And he wanted to show that he would do anything for you. 

“Of course, anything else?” He pointed at your friends, “You guys want anything?” They all cheered and pushed their cups at him. 

“Vodka cranberry!” Francis’ plastic bent against his chest with the force she pushed at him. 

“Malibu with pineapple juice, please.” Drea waited for him to grab hers. 

“Rum and coke, use the Captain Morgan’s if they still have some in there!” Karissa requested, then batted her eyelashes at him. “Please?” 

He nodded his head at your friends and looked towards you for your request, he assumed you were drinking liquor tonight, you were missing your usual Blue Moon beer bottle. 

“Vodka Redbull, please sir.” 

“Got it. Four glasses of water coming up.” He winked at the group and turned to leave. You slapped him on the arm, “Thanks babe!” and moved in to talk with your friends. 

His knees shook the whole way up the stairs. He never thought you would call him that again, it was a pet name, the most common one but it was the one you gave him. He was playing at your level, he wanted nothing more than to spin you around the patio but he didn’t deserve to do that. If you wanted him back he would never leave again. 

Peter quickly set the cups down at the counter and moved in accordance with the liquors. Vodka first, then rum. He moved his fingers in a flutter motion looking for the cranberry and pineapple juice. He cracked the can of Redbull and poured half, he made yours a little weaker than he thinks you would’ve. 

He was about to juggle the cups on his way out the door, four plastic cups and a can was straining his hold. If no one was around and he could get away with it he would’ve webbed them together. He was just about to pick up the third cup when a voice came behind him. 

“You don’t deserve her, you know what right?” 

He whipped his head around, it was the guy that was staring him down when he first arrived. His assumption was right, that was the guy who wanted to fuck you. 

“I’m sorry?” Peter was confused, who was this guy and why did he think he got a say in anything you or he did?

“She just wants to fuck you. You know that right? She doesn’t want to get back together or anything.” His words were bitter, he didn’t know Peter heard their entire conversation and knows that he does have a shot of getting back together. 

“Right…” He trailed off and looked to his left side at the back door. He wasn’t about to give this random guy the opportunity to make him feel less than. He did that enough on his own. 

Peter moved to the side and picked up the remaining cups. The guy moved in front of him once more, Peter wanted to push the guy away. He was getting annoyed at the interaction. 

“I mean it. You don’t have a chance.” He went to place a hand on Peter’s shoulder and he moved his body backward, he didn’t want this guy touching him at all. 

“Look man, it sounds like you're jealous of me.” 

The guy pshhed at Peter. 

“Of you? Yeah, you wish.” He looked Peter up and down, sizing him up. 

“The way I see it, you’re mad you tried to hook up and she rejected you. Now, you’re extra pissed at the guy that she’s been raging about for months, the guy she hates, is the one she called to pick her up.” 

Peter nodded at the guy and moved to go around him, this time he pushed Peter by the shoulder into the counter. 

“Her? She’s a fucking whore, she’ll let anyone fuck her.” He spat the words at Peter, he was looking for a fight. Peter didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

He laughed instead, like he was a world-class comedian. 

“But not anyone, right?” He looked over the guy and pouted. His sarcastic sympathy made the guy want to punch him. 

“You’re a pussy. She’s gonna sober up and wonder why she called you and not me.” 

“You’re trying really hard here dude. Get this, I’m the one that dumped her and I’m the one that gets to take her home tonight and fuck her. That makes you real mad huh?” 

Peter would never speak about you like that normally. Even he was disgusted when the words came out of his mouth, but this guy was talking shit about you up and down while also trying to fuck you. It was sending Peter for a loop, did he want to fuck you or not? 

Peter finally maneuvered his way past him, he was able to leave the house and trek down the garden steps. He walked in on a story you were telling your friends, moving your arms and smiling when your audience laughed at the right parts. 

“And he goes-“ Even you had to pause to giggle. 

“He goes, ‘Baby, have you seen the new Cats trailer yet? It’s given me nightmares for the past week. I don’t even know how.’” 

The group laughs and when he walks up you “ooh” at him and tap on his arm. He handed each girl their cup and took yours from between his teeth, his other hand had the half Redbull, he would sip on that while you chat. 

“Remember that, Pete? The Cats' nightmares?” 

You giggled when he groaned, he would never get tired of that sound. No matter how crowded the room was he could always recognize it anywhere. 

“Oh yeah. You had to wake me up one night because I was screaming at James Corden to back up.” 

Your eyes lit up, you tapped him a few more times on his arm in remembrance. “That’s right! You couldn’t get back to sleep so we had-“ You stopped your sentence. He knew what you were going to say, he couldn’t fall back asleep so you both had three am sex. It was some of the best sex you’ve had, you both agreed. 

“Had chocolate cake?” He finished for you. 

“Was that it? I could've sworn it was better than that.” You shared a look with him, he missed that. He missed the hidden inside jokes you both had, the kind of secrets you only had with a lover. 

You held out your cup to him, “Quality control. You need to make sure it’s not poisoned.” 

His heart stuttered. That was his thing. 

No matter what it was, a fry, a drink, a sandwich he always took a taste before you did. He always said he was quality control, and needed to make sure it was safe for you to ingest. A small joke that you always looked forward to, something you could count on from him. 

He grinned and took the cup from you and took a sip. He pulled the cup back and handed it back to you with a shudder. “It’s vodka alright.” 

You looked at your friend group and started to chat. 

“There was also this one time Peter called me and was freaking out because there was a snake in his room. He lives on like, the seventh-floor mind you. We still don’t know how it got there.” You elbowed him to add to the story, he was still reeling from the ‘we.’ 

“Yup. And she was making fun of me because-“ Peter was cut short and stumbled forwards with force. The girls in front of him gasped and you pulled his arm into yours to hold him to your side, you were protecting him in an instant. 

“Fuck you!” 

It was the guy from the kitchen. He had shoved Peters back and almost made him fall into Drea. Peter went to move out of the way knowing he was about to get shoved again but knew it would result in Drea getting laid out flat. He braced himself for the movement again. 

“I said fuck you!” He pushed harder. 

Peter pulled away from you, he wasn’t about to let you get caught in the crossfire. 

“Fuck off man.” Peter wouldn’t warn him again, dude could push him all he wanted but if he started swinging Peter would finish the fight. 

The guy was about to push at Peter's chest until you stepped forward. 

“Cut it out, Jason!” 

The guy stumbled for a minute. 

“It’s Tyler.” 

You shook your head at him with pinched eyebrows. You held your hands like ‘okay, and?’ 

“Jason, Tyler, Cody, Brian. Doesn’t matter. Hands off.”

“He’s not even your boyfriend. He’s your ex. You’ve made that very clear.” Tyler spat the words at you, glaring at Peter. 

“Yours. Do you hear that? Mine. He’s mine. Hands off, or I swear he’s gonna hurt you.” You warned the perpetrator, he didn’t know the damage Peter could do. 

“Fuck you. You’re a fucking whore. Good luck getting used, he only sees you as a loose hole.” He spat on the ground in front of you. 

Peter straightened. He wasn’t the fight over a girl type but he wanted to murder this fucking guy. But, he also didn’t want to make you embarrassed. He waited on your call. 

“Peter.” 

He looked towards you, waiting for the direction. 

You narrowed your eyes at Tyler, you made a slight growl at his words. He was mean, and Peter knew you hated mean people. 

“Lay him the fuck out.” 

Peter nodded and placed a hand on Tyler’s chest. In one motion he slammed him to the ground and listened as he begged his body to breathe. He didn’t seriously hurt him, just knocked the air out of him. Maybe bruised his tailbone a bit too, just so he would remember this for a few days. 

You looked towards your drink, you only had a little left.

“Can we leave after this?” You were much quieter than you were earlier. 

Peter leaned in to kiss your forehead, “Of course.” 

You leaned forward to say goodbye to your friends at the back gate. Each of you had stepped over Tyler’s body still searching for air. Peter placed a hand on the small of your back when you stepped over the waist of the man on the floor. 

“Bye Drea, bye Francis, bye Karissa! I’ll see you guys Wednesday!” You waved in the faces of your friends. 

“Wait, is that when the suspension is over?” Karissa prodded. 

Peter didn’t miss the way you turned your head from him, you were ashamed. 

“Uh, yeah. It’s my last strike. One more slip up and I’m expelled.” You rolled your lips in your mouth. 

Peter’s eyes widened but he didn’t say anything. 

Drea gasped, “No! They can’t do that!” 

You laughed dryly. 

“Yeah, yeah they can. I’m one skipped class away from repeating the year. I’m skating on the thinnest piece of ice.” You were desperately trying to leave this conversation, you didn’t want Peter to hear or know about any of this. He would be so disappointed, and you hated that you still wanted to make him proud. 

“That's okay, Y/N! You just need to find yourself a tutor to catch you up.” Francis contributed to the conversation, you snorted at her response. 

“I did. He dumped me, remember?” 

“Oof.” Karissa stared Peter in the eyes, it was his turn to avoid eye contact. 

“Anyhoo,” You reached for Peter’s hand behind your back and intertwined it with your own. 

“Ready?” 

He looked down at you and squeezed your hand three times. You tightened your hold on him and kept it there. 

“As ready as I’ve ever been.” 

He paused as you opened the gate and looked behind him at your group of friends, he gave them a two-finger salute. “Goodnight, ladies.” 

“Goodnight, Peter.” They all sang in unison. 

Not even ten minutes Peter unbuttoned his flannel and gave it to you. 

You wrapped yourself in it and flapped your hands where the cloth-covered them. 

“Am I taking you home?” 

You nodded at him, “Yes sir, dad isn’t home. I hope Allen isn’t either.” You added the last part under your breath. Peter didn’t get why, you and your brother got along better than most siblings. There were a few times you even went on double dates with him and his girlfriend, unless there was recent drama in the family that he didn’t know of, he couldn’t see why you didn't want to see him. 

“Allen doing okay?” Peter teased the question. 

“Huh? Oh yeah, no he’s doing awesome. He and Sara just had their three-year anniversary.” 

You walked along the edge of the crack on the sidewalk, almost onto the street. Peter watched with a close eye, at any car coming your way he would pull you back into his side. You swung your intertwined hands between you two. 

“Three years? That’s gotta be a record.” He joked with you and you laughed before adding to his statement. 

“At least someone in the family has a stable relationship. I have to ask him how he does it.” 

Peter frowned. Did he make you feel unloveable? Your dad and mom were never a thing and he had spent his whole life trying to chase something that he couldn’t catch. You actually believed Allen was the only one who would get a happy ever after. 

He wanted to tell you that you and he had a good thing too. You really did, you bounced off each other like ping-pong balls. Each of you always tried to beat the other in wit, and each of you always fought over who loved each other more. He thinks you finally won the game. 

“You have a stable relationship too.” He leaned in to hit his shoulders against yours. 

“Do I?” You looked at him with raised eyebrows. 

“Mhm. Your bed and Netflix haven’t let you down ever.” He laughed at the end but you moved your eyesight back to the crack in front of you. 

You kept trying to hint at him to talk about it. Either he was missing the mark or was tuning you out. Why were you even trying? 

“Do you..” You trailed off. You weren’t going to ask, he broke up with you. He didn’t feel remorse, if he did he would’ve tried harder by now. 

“Do I?” 

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” 

Peter frowned, it didn't seem like nothing. 

You thought about him on the walk home. He hurt you more than you thought possible, but all you wanted tonight was his arms around you and his mouth on yours. You knew you would hate yourself in the morning, you would berate yourself, and question why you let yourself slip backward. Let him know that this attitude was all a front. But you missed him more than you hated him. You missed his hands on you, his lips on your neck. The way his body fit perfectly between your hips, you missed how he grunted when you pulled at his curls. You missed the way he loved you. 

You knew Dua Lipa had told you about not getting under him because you wouldn’t be able to get over him, but it’s been three months and you still love him just the same. You would never admit it but you hoped he did too. 

“Tell me about school. What’s going on there?” Peter pulled you into his side when he heard a city bus approaching. You gave him a ‘Ha!’ 

“Nothing’s going on. Like, really. That’s why I’m in deep shit.” You pulled at a button on the shirt cuff with one hand and rolled it around your thumb. Peter thought of his next words carefully, he didn’t want you to think he was trying to lecture you. 

“Maybe you can start by not telling teachers their husband's cock doesn’t work.” Peter looked over when you laughed. “I said that to her but I was really saying it to me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

You stopped walking and pulled Peter to a stop with you. You moved in front of him and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

This was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea. You would only slip back and ruin all the progress you had made erasing him from you, not like it did any good anyways. You always had him in the back of your mind, he didn’t deserve it. 

“I mean, I think a lot of this aggression I have can be fucked out by you.” You brushed his curls out of his eyes. You were touching him like he was yours- like you could lose him again. 

“Miss it that much hm?” He pulled at the unbuttoned shirt, your chest was touching his. 

“No matter what I use I can’t match it. Drives me crazy, only you know how to please me.” You whispered looking at his lips. It may have been a bad idea but you forgot how they tasted, how they felt. You needed it, one last time. 

You were an addict, recovery comes with slip-ups, right? 

“I don’t think-” 

You cut him off. You stood on tiptoes and met his mouth, your tongue sliding in and you closed the seal. Your brain lit up with fireworks, your face buzzed like you were shot full of novocaine. You went warm, his flannel suddenly feeling hot. You never wanted to separate, you lived in harmony at once. His mouth met yours perfectly, it felt like not a day had passed between kisses. You knew in that moment you could never really get over him, he lived in you whether you liked it or not. He was dormant in your system, the second you got a taste of him it was like the past three months never happened. You finally felt whole. 

Peter on the other hand felt breathless immediately. He hadn’t seen it coming, he was saying that he didn't think this was a good idea but now he was eating his words. Literally. You kissed him, you leaned into him and made out with him. He felt like he was being lifted from the ground, he has never felt like this before. Even when he dated you he hadn’t felt this special, this seen. And you treated him like a God. Then he felt bad, he needed to stop this. You weren’t thinking straight, you were drunk and horny and he was the person at the top of your list to help you. Nothing more. 

You pulled back to breathe, Peter opened his eyes and looked at you. You knew he was about to speak, tell you that you shouldn’t be doing this. That it was a bad idea, that he ended things for a reason. That you should stop. You didn’t want to give him a chance. You had missed his kiss so much that you needed one more, or maybe a few more. 

You pulled him down by his neck to meet your lips once more, this was a bruising kiss. This was you hurt me so bad and I just really need your kiss. Or at least you hoped he would see it that way. You bit down on his bottom lip and tugged at it, he grunted and squeezed at your hips. You wished his hands would travel down. 

In fact, you can ask him to. You grabbed one of his hands and pushed it to your ass. You waited for him to squeeze, to pull you closer, to lift your knee up against his hip. But he moved it. He moved it back to your hip. You bit his lip again, this was your thing. It always made him hot for you. You tried to move his hand again but he tightened his hand where it sat, he was telling you no. 

“No?” 

You pulled back and huffed for air, you gave him puppy dog eyes. 

He shook his head at you. 

“Why not?” You pouted at him. 

Because you’re drunk and you don’t want to do this is what he wanted to say. 

Instead, he told you he was walking you home and didn’t want to do this in the middle of the street. You nodded your head at him, “Fair point.” 

You moved to walk again but leaned in for one more kiss, he wasn’t denying but he wasn’t initiating. You noticed that. You did it anyway. 

“Keys?” 

Peter reached his hand out for your lanyard and caught it when you tossed it. He stuck the key in and twisted, the chirp of your house alarm caught him by surprise. He forgot it did that when you opened the front and back doors.  You ran up behind him and grabbed his shoulders, you jumped and his hands immediately caught the back of your thighs and pushed you higher onto his back. You pointed at the kitchen to give him direction, you tapped your ankle on his hip to get him moving. “Water first. Then room.” 

Peter set you down on the kitchen counter and grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. You opened your legs and tapped at the empty space, he came to stand between them and you wrapped your legs around him pushing his groin into yours. “Y/N,” He warned. You tucked your head into his chest for a moment, this was embarrassing even for drunk you, how needy you were. 

You pulled back and looked into his face. You thought very carefully about your next movement, it was going to make or break the relationship. Rolling your lips into your mouth you pushed him back and hopped off the counter. You never broke eye contact, you grabbed his hand in yours and pulled him behind you up the stairs. 

This was the ultimate slip back, you were taking the man who destroyed you up to your room. You thought about it with each step you took, you warned yourself, you told yourself that you were weak, you told yourself the truth. No matter how hard you try to think of reasons not too, only one was telling you to do it anyways, Peter. Admitting it or not, you missed him like nothing else and if you can escape that path by fucking him? How much harm can be done?

“Oh, you have got to be fucking with me right now, Y/N.” 

You winced, your brother was home. If you had gotten Peter to kiss you for a few more minutes this wouldn’t have happened. You could’ve avoided this entirely, he was on his way out. No doubt heading to Sara’s place, they both were saving up for their own apartment. 

“Because I know you didn’t bring home this fuck head.” Then looked at Peter and spoke sternly, “Wasted no less, because there is no way, sober you would ever bring him back here, right?” 

“Hi Allen.” At least Peter was trying to be polite. 

“Shut the fuck up, Peter.” 

Peter pursed his lips and nodded. Allen was right, he did dump you with no explanation and left you crying and angry. He knew Allen was home when he did it, he caught his eye on the way down the stairs, and the way Allen shook his head at him made him feel worthless. It was the first real shameful moment he felt after he broke up with you. Allen wasn’t his fan anymore, he actually seemed to hate him. It must run in the family. 

“Allen, please stop.” You tucked your chin to your chest. 

“You know what he did to you right? How you were so upset dad slept outside your door for a month straight? How you wouldn’t eat, or play GTA with me anymore? How you-” He started to rattle off the reasons why Peter shouldn’t be here, and Peter couldn’t disagree with anymore. He hadn’t known he made you hurt that bad, so much so that time stopped in your household. 

“Fuck off, alright? I can make my own decisions. I know what I’m doing.” You tugged Peter further up the stairs, Peter looked back down at the front door. He really should leave. 

“He’s just gonna hurt you more and you know it. But it’s your life so don’t come crying to me again.” He shoulder-checked Peter on the way down the stairs, his rib hit against the banister and he hissed, he kept his mouth shut though, he deserved that one. 

Once you were in your room and had the door shut you turned to Peter and smiled. 

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just in a funk cause Sara and him are in a fight and he’s not breaking first.” You waved off the tension and turned with your back to him, you pulled your hair away and spoke over your shoulder. 

“Can you undo this for me? Francis had to help me put it on.” 

Peter stepped forward and began untying the back of your shirt, each string had its own knot. His hands were warm to the touch, you lent back against him each time his palm touched your bare skin. Your shirt dropped to the floor and you caught Peter's hands before he moved them back to his side, you brought your back to his chest and wrapped his arms around your body, and rested his hands on your breasts. Peter may have resisted your ass but he was always a tit man. 

You felt his warmth as you cupped his hands around your bare chest, you put your head against his shoulder and listened to his deep breath. He was trying to control himself, and you were making it very hard. You dropped your hands from his and he held them there for a moment, he didn't back away but he wasn’t into them as much as you wished he was. You felt his hands tense, for just a moment he was going to squeeze and play but then dropped his hands back down. 

You turned and pouted, he kept his eyes on yours. 

“I can’t.” 

“You can’t or don’t want to?” 

How was he saying no? Did he not need this as much as you? 

“I mean we shouldn’t and I’m making the decision not to.” 

You stepped back from him and grabbed a shirt from your drawer. 

“I’m tired of you making decisions for us.” 

He sighed. You were about to turn the night into a fight.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I make you remember you dumped me and ruined this? The least you could do is fuck me one last time.” Your words were bitter and Peter didn’t like how that sounded. 

“I did break up with you, yes. I also get to say no when you want to have sex.” Peter spoke even, he wouldn’t change his mind about this no matter what. 

You scoffed. 

“Don’t be deft, Peter. You knew I called you for a reason. Don’t think after three months ‘Hi’ changed everything.” 

“It did for me.” 

“Oh fuck you Peter! Literally, fuck you so hard. So you get to dump me and act all sad when I stop talking to you and now you get to act like the ball is in my court!” You screamed at his incompetence. 

“You act like such a good fucking person but you’re not. You never told me why you did it. You let me kiss you knowing it wouldn’t go anywhere. I’m tired of you exploiting my emotions.” You shook your head at him. 

Peter sighed again and turned his head to your door. 

“I should go, Y/N. If you want to have this conversation tomorrow I’d be glad to continue.” 

“No!” You blocked the door with your body. 

“Don’t leave. Please don’t leave. I’m sorry, I am. I’ll let it go, just don’t leave.” You pleaded with him. 

He closed his eyes tight, he hated this right now. This was the second time you begged him not to go but he still did. He doesn’t think he’ll get a third chance. 

“Look. I’m leaving because I don’t think you want me here. I know you say you do but you also acted way different tonight than you have in the past months, okay? I’m here to talk and answer any questions you have, I missed you so much, okay? I just want to make sure we do this right.” 

You avoided his eyesight and he ducked his head to meet yours, “Tomorrow, okay? We can talk tomorrow. Pick this up where we left it.” 

“Where you left it you mean.” 

“Y/N.” 

You looked like you were about to cry. 

“Don’t make him right, please don’t. Don’t hurt me tonight Peter. I’ll break.” You begged him not to go. 

“Tomorrow. I can’t hurt you if I promise tomorrow, right?” He cupped his hand around your cheek and you leaned into his touch. 

You wrapped a hand around his wrist, this was the holy grail. The last chance, if he left you don’t think you would ever bounce back from it. He ruined this, he broke up with you and you were begging for a second chance. 

You looked into his eyes and said the one thing that you had thought about nonstop since he ended it. 

“Peter, I still lo-” 

He didn’t let you say it. He pulled his hand back and stepped away from you totally. 

“Stop. Just.. Don’t. Not right now, not tonight.” 

“Do you not love me anymore?” Tears plucked at the corners of your eyes, this was the final goodbye. 

“I need to leave. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

He moved to the door while you stepped aside. 

“This is it then. I fucking hate you, Peter.” 

He dropped his head low, that hurt. 

“You made me hate you. You did this to yourself, and I can’t believe I let myself do this. It was a bad idea, everyone told me it was. I won’t talk to you ever again, I swear on everything if you walk out you’re dead to me.” 

You were mean, terribly mean. But also hurt and scared and alone and needy. And you just wanted to feel loved by the one who did it best. 

“Peter.” He ignored you as he opened the door. 

“Peter!” He ignored you when he went down the stairs. 

“There won’t be a tomorrow if you leave. I swear, Peter.” He said nothing as he opened the front door. 

He was leaving, he was actually leaving. For the second time, he left you pleading for him to stay. 

“Peter!” You screamed his name but the only sound that came back was the chirp of your house alarm alerting he was gone. 

You were right, there was no tomorrow. Or Sunday, Or Monday, Or Tuesday. 

part two will be out soon, please let me know if you like it. it's my first time doing a parted series, it just has too much for one read.

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— let loose.

pairing : peter parker x f!reader ( tom!spider )

summary : you find peter angrily training by himself.

warnings : fic MENTIONS spoilers for no way home && MENTIONS blood and death a wee bit. do NOT read if you havent seen nwh and if you aren’t comfortable with said topics.

a/n: switches to 2nd and 3rd pov but doesn’t change the style too much! :)

word count : 1.5k+ MY BIGGEST YET !!! got carried away. OKAY, have fun reading! send requests and i’ll write them <3 also got two fics coming up hehe

after dr. stranges spell, he was furious with himself. he hated the fact how he was forced to forget you and his friends.

all he wanted to do was run into your arms and kiss you. that’s all he wanted. unfortunately, he couldn’t; the presence that he once had was certainly gone because of something he decided to do.

everyday he breathed air was a reminder that you were no longer in the grasp of his arms. he could no longer kiss you to sleep whenever you had a hard time falling asleep.

he was your forte. and your reason to keep on pushing.

god, peter had felt worthless without his close circle. he had to get his anger out somehow. i mean, who was suppose to bottle in the feeling of losing his aunt and his close friends in a close time span?

without a single thought, his fist aimed for the matted material, hitting his knuckles against it as the punching bag jerked back, the chain rattling each time he did.

each punch was a feeling he held inside— one for his aunt, one for you, one for mj and one of ned. each fuckin’ time his knuckles dug into the training equipment was a reminder of how much he was pathetic. at least to himself.

nor’ did he have any gloves to protect his hands. he didn’t care at this point, not caring how much his hands bled from his harsh punches.

hell, his tears threatened to spill out from his puffed up eyes. you could already tell he’s been having a tough time, hence, finding him connecting his fist to the bricked wall behind him.

[y/n] furrowed her eyebrows together, seeing him let out a couple of weak grunts as she grabbed a clean damp towel, approaching the male who seemed irregular than ever.

seeing you made him freeze in his spot, his eyes slightly widening to the fact that you approached him first. he knew you came here regularly, training yourself just in case something horrible had happen to you in the middle of the streets.

so, he signed up for a membership and began training and tracking your schedule for whenever you came. 6pm on the dot always. if anything, he would even catch the moon for you.

“hi, i know it’s not my place but i couldn’t help but notice your knuckles… they’re, uh, bleeding?” your voice was soft spoken, your eyes pointing at his knuckles, the dried blood latching onto his skin. “can i?” you continued, holding out the damp towel to him. “i… yeah,”

most of his words were caught in his throat as he held out his knuckles to you, his eyes focused on your facial features. you were still beautiful as ever to him— the way your lips looked, and the way your eyes were soft everytime they were hyperfixiated.

your lips curled into a small smile, softly pressing the towel onto his knuckles as it picked up the blood, swiping it with a low pressure to wash away the dried blood, but not too much to injur him.

peter winced, sucking the air between his teeth quietly as the fabric made impact with his open cuts, causing him to bite down onto his lips.

[y/n] chuckled softly, feeling bad about his pain but she couldn’t help but giggle at his foolish decisions. “sorry, but maybe next time wear gloves? they help a lot, i promise.” you suggested, wiping his knuckles one last time before folding the towel and pushing his hands down in a soft manner.

there it was again. this was the reason why he had fallen in love with you in the first place. you were always soft and caring to everyone, even if you barely even knew them.

“thanks again, but uh— it didn’t cross my mind to wear gloves. i guess i was heated in the moment? can’t really explain what i was thinking.” peter took one more glance at his knuckles before meeting with your eyes again, this time, his face softening with yours.

“no problem, but can i wrap them up for you? i wouldn’t want your hands getting infected.” you suggested, turning your back to another part of the gym as you started walking, not giving him a chance to deny your offer. “i wouldn’t want to give you too much work— oh, uh… okay!” he nervously followed you behind, keeping a safe distance between you two.

he had a soft blush on his face, not being able to contain the fluttering in his heartbeat each second he looked at you.

as you finally approached your gym bag, you dug in there until you found your packed med kit, placing it on the ground as you opened it, hearing the click. “always bring this with me just in case someone got hurt,” you mumbled to him, searching for an alcohol wipe for his open cut.

he knew you did, but couldn’t bring up the fact that he was aware of it already.

“really? wow, you seem really sweet.” he softly grinned at your comment, his heartbeat becoming faster as he saw you get up, tearing the packet open. “thank you, i would hope i am.” you laughed at his remark, cleaning his knuckles with the wipe. “oh, sorry! forgot to warn you!” quietly gasping to yourself, you felt his body tense up from the sudden stinging spreading throughout his cut.

“n-no, you’re fine! it’s just an alcohol wipe, no biggie.” he mumbled, his body returning to its original state. “yeah but again, it hurts— i mean, the stinging pain is no fun.” you sighed, going back to your bag to grab the bandages that was nearby the med kit.

“right but maybe i should be used by this feeling now… i keep finding myself hurt.” peter flexed his hand, feeling the muscles pull as you tilted your head in confusion. “by training! because, um, i rarely bring my boxing gloves.” he quickly caught himself before you could question him, forgetting that you used to know his secret identity.

“oh? maybe you should approach me often. i’ll patch you up for free… i’d hate to see you hurt.” you unwrapped the adhesive bandage, circling the adhesive around his knuckles and around his fingers.

he let out a breathy chuckle, watching you tear the bandage and attaching it to the side of his hand. “i’ll take up on your offer, i guess i should be more aware though.” smiling to himself, he pressed his hands onto his sides.

“yaknow, i can’t help but fathom myself onto why you seem… so familar to me. have i seen you outside this gym?” [y/n] arched an eyebrow up, packing up her stuff as she zipped the bag closed.

peter couldn’t help but to nervously smile, scratching the back of his neck. there was no way you remembered, right? but again, he did visit the coffee shop you picked up shifts at. “the coffee shop not too far from here… you work there, right?” he responded, looking down to see you getting your stuff together.

“yeah, i do! forgot that this street is mostly filled with regulars!” you snickered, throwing the bag up to hold it on your shoulder.

you get a flashback of to you giving him coffee everyday, writing his name down on each cup sleeve. “peter, right?” you finally said his name.

and that just sent a million sparks inside him, feeling his knees be frail on spot. you had actually remember his name. “yeah, that’s me. peter parker, and, uh…” he paused for a moment, closing his eyes to try and remembering your name tag you had pinned to your shirt. “[y/n], isn’t that correct?” peter snapped his fingers when he finally remembered.

of course he did, but had to play it cool— man, this was going to be hard. having to fake everything because he didn’t forget anything about you.

“[y/n], [y/n] [l/n] to be exact.” you flashed a charming smile, holding out your hand for him to shake.

“it’s a pleasure to finally talk to you, [y/n].” his smile returned back, his hand barely curling as you two shook hands, gently.

fuck, it was so nice to actually say your name in front of you. your name rolling off his tongue perfectly.

“yeah, the pleasures mine!” you nodded, quickly checking your watch as you saw the time.

your eyes had widened, recalling that you had a friend hangout with mj and ned. “oh, gosh— i have to go, so sorry!” you exclaimed, taking one last look at him.

“wait! can i… get your number before you leave?” he blurted out, rushing to whip out his phone, opening up his contacts list. “for sure! you’ll have to text me later though!” you inclined, typing in your digits as you even inserted your name, pressing ‘done’ once you had finished.

“b-bye! text you later!” he watched you leave, hearing the bell ring as you fixed your clothes, speed-walking to the place you had to be.

just as always, he knew the time you arrived back home. 9:30pm, sometimes 9:50pm if you were at a restaurant with your friends.

as hours passed, you reached to your doormat and immediately heard a ‘ding!’ sound coming from your phone, and just to your surprise.

it was peter, peter parker.

looking at the unknown number for a second, you quickly changed it to his name, following along with a special emoji.

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chapter five: stranger danger

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“I just found our spring break plans.” Kate announced and slammed a flier down in the middle of the table.

“Barcelona? But this says we have to be in the Spanish club.” MJ said as she read the flier.

“So let’s all unir the Spanish club and go to Barcelona.” Kate said and sat down at the table.

“Sure. I’d be down.” You shrugged.

“Me too. I don’t know if I told you guys this, but I’m fluent in Spanish.” Gwen said proudly.

“No way! Are you also fluent in French and know a little mandarin too?” MJ asked sarcastically.

“Hey, let the girl brag about how many languages she can speak.” You wrapped your arms around Gwen to defend her.

“Thank you.” Gwen replied. “But back to Kate’s idea, it may just be her first good one. We should go.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Ned asked as he joined the table.

“We were just talking about maybe going to Barcelona for spring break. Why don’t you ask Peter and join us?” You informed him.

“Nah. Peter would never go. And I’m not much of a traveler during spring break. I’m more of a sit an home and play video games kinda guy.”

“Why wouldn’t Peter come?” Kate wondered.

“He won’t go anywhere he’d have to fly to. Not since his parents.” Ned replied.

“Well that wasn’t cryptic and ominous at all.” MJ chuckled. “What happened to his parents?”

“They died in a plane crash when we were kids.” Ned explained, making everyone look at each other in surprise. Peter was so quiet that his dark past came as a shock.

“Huh.” You said as you thought came to you. You couldn’t exactly blurt out that your boyfriends parents died in the exact same way, or that you found it difficult to immediately believe that was just a coincidence.

“What?” Kate asked you when she saw how deep in thought you were.

“Nothing. That just reminds me of something.” You said and waved your hand in dismissal. You stayed deep in thought and didn’t even notice when Peter joined the table. When you finally looked up, you saw that he was wearing a shirt that had some science pun on it. You thought back to the night before and the shirt you never actually saw, but knew said something about electrons and staying positive. Peter had been in such a rush this morning after staying out late at the scene of the crime that he just threw on the first shirt he found on his floor.

“Nice shirt.” You smiled at the sight of it and thought about last night. It had been the perfect evening, until he had to go.

“Oh, thanks.” Peter looked down at his shirt and his heart stopped when he realized what it was. He looked up at you to see if you had connected the dots, but you just thought Peter had the same shirt.

“You like science puns now?” Gwen asked when she read Peters shirt.

“No. But my boyfriend has a similar one.” You said with a coy smile.

“Wait, does that mean you saw him out of the suit?” Kate’s eyes widened.

“I did.” You grinned. “Not his face, though. But I saw his arms. And his room. He’s a total nerd. It’s so cute.”

“He definitely sounds like a nerd. A downright loser, actually.” Ned said as he glared at Peter. Peter avoided eye contact with him, knowing he was upset that you still didn’t know the truth.

“His bedsheets had some rocket ship from Star Wars on them. And they smelled like him. I hope they smelled like me when I left.”

“I bet they did.” Peter said. “And I bet he loved that.”

“I’m assuming you know what his bedsheets look like because you finally lost it to him?” Kate asked and shook your arm in excitement.

“No. I think we got close though. But then he had to go do superhero stuff.”

“Were you disappointed?” Kate asked you.

“No. His job comes first. Plus, before he left, we said “I love you” for the first time. So I didn’t mind that we didn’t go all the way. I still had a really good night.”

Ned looked at Peter when he heard this, but Peters eyes were glued to the floor.

“When are you seeing him next?” Gwen asked.

“Not until Friday. He texted me this morning and said he’s gonna be busy the next few days with patrol.”

“Is he now?” Ned asked, sounding unamused.

“Yeah. I don’t know how he finds the time to do it all. He’s just amazing.” You sighed happily.

“Trust me, he’s not that great.” Ned assured you before giving Peter a look.

“Why do you say that?” You frowned and turned to Ned.

“I just think it’s weird he hasn’t revealed his identity to you yet.” Ned shrugged. “You’ve said “I love you” to each other but you don’t even know his name? How does that make sense?”

“It’s for his and my safety.” You said quietly when you noticed that everyone was nodding in agreement.

“Is your safety any less at risk when you walk down the street holding hands with him in his suit? I think it’s about more than just safety at this point. I think there’s a reason he’s not telling you.”

“What kind of reason?” You frowned.

“Maybe he knows that once you know who he is, you won’t think he’s so great.” Ned shrugged, making Peter look up to check your reaction.

“Is that what you guys think?” You asked the girls.

“It is weird that you’re so committed to this relationship when you don’t even know who he is.” MJ admitted. “He could he lying about his age for all we know. I mean, how much do you really know about who he is?”

“I know him.” You insisted. “I just don’t know what he looks like.”

“But don’t you think it’s strange that he can walk by you on the sidewalk and you would never know?” Kate asked, and the girls nodded in agreement.

“Or sat across from you at lunch?” Ned added. You made eye contact with Peter across the table before shaking your head.

“He’ll tell me when he’s ready.” You said simply.

“But why isn’t he ready? It’s been two months. Why doesn’t he trust you enough to tell you yet?” Ned said while never taking his eyes off Peter.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know him like I do.” You shrugged as you got up from the table.

“Wait, don’t leave. We didn’t mean to upset you. We just want to make sure your heart is safe. We care about you. It’s important to us that he does too.”

“I’m not upset. I just need to think. I’ll catch you guys later.” You said and walked away. You went into the hallway and pulled out your phone to text Peter. His phone buzzed and he exchanged a look with Ned before seeing what you had said.

“Can I call you? It’s important.” You had written.

“I’ll be right back.” Peter said and quickly left the table. He picked up the phone when you called and could immediately tell that you were about to cry.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re probably super busy. I just needed to hear your voice.” You said into the phone.

“It’s okay. I’m not busy. What’s wrong?” He asked you, feeling guilty since he already knew exactly what was wrong.

“It’s my friends. They were getting in my head and filling it with doubts. Doubts about us.” You told him. Peter sighed and looked up at the ceiling as he tried to think of what to do. He could see you from where he was in the hallway and wondered if he should just walk right up to you and tell you.

“Peter?” Ned said from behind him.

“I gotta go.” Peter said quickly and hung up the phone.

“Hello?” You asked into the phone, but he was already gone. You frowned and put your phone in your pocket as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. You ran into the girls bathroom to freshen up while Ned confronted Peter.

“You didn’t tell her.” Ned said in disappointment.

“I was about to. Last night, I swear, I was. And I still will. But the moment passed and I can’t tell her at school. But please, she’s gonna get suspicious if you keeping saying things like that to her. You need to let me handle this.”

“But you’re not handling this. This has gone on way too long.”

“I know.” Peter sighed. “You’re absolutely right. And I feel horrible about lying to her. I’ll tell her when she comes over Friday, okay? I promise.”

“Okay. But if I text her Saturday morning and she doesn’t know, I’m telling her.” Ned warned.

“You won’t have to. She’ll know.”

Come Friday, you had reapplied your lipgloss a dozen times over the course of 20 minutes because you were so anxious for Peter to arrive. You hadn’t spoken much since telling each other that you loved each other, which worried you profusely. You thought your relationship would be taken to the next level after that, but it instead seemed to take a few steps back. But finally, you heard him knocking at your window and threw it open to greet him.

“Are there any damsels in distress in here?” He asked in a transatlantic accent while climbing through your window.

“Hi stranger.” You giggled and wasted no time in lifted up his mask to kiss him. He kissed you back as you stumbled into your bedroom together. You pushed him onto your bed and kissed every inch of uncovered skin before snuggling into his neck.

“I missed you. We haven’t talked a lot lately.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve just been super busy.” He apologized as he rubbed circles on your back.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for it. Being a superhero comes first. I just miss walking home with you. And all the other stuff we do together.”

“You’ll have to remind me what “other stuff” we used to do. You know, since it’s been so long.” He smiled cheekily and kissed you again. You made out for a little bit until all the thoughts that had been nagging at you fogged your brain up too much to enjoy the kisses.

“I kinda want to talk to you about something. Something my friends brought up.” You said once you pulled away.

“Sure, honey. I turned my radio off for the night. I’m all yours. We can talk about anything.”

In that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to bring it up. You’d missed him all week and now that he was finally here, you didn’t want to have a heavy conversation. You just wanted to spend some quality time with your boyfriend and not have to get into why he hadn’t told you his identity yet. Partially because you just wanted to have fun tonight, and partially because you worried you might not want to know the answer.

“All mine, you say?” You smiled and kissed him again.

“Uh huh. Did you have any ideas in mind?”

“Remember that time you blindfolded me so I could touch your face?”

“I might remember.”

“Good. I wanna try that again.”

“Okay. And do what?”

Peters question was answered the second he tied the blindfold around you. You climbed into lap and pulled the mask completely off of him, not that you could see anything. Now that you had unlimited access, you were able to run your hands through his curls and feel his eyelashes against your face as he kissed you. You always liked kissing Peter, but it was undeniably better when you could touch his entire face.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I hope you know that.” Peter said between kisses.

“You make me feel like I am.” You smiled against his lips. He ran his hands up and down your back, the feeling of skin to skin after only touching you through his gloves sending lighting across his body.

“Spidey?” You asked and pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“You know I love you, right?” You told him. Peter smiled softly and nodded his head.

“I do know that. And I love you too.”

“Okay. I kinda got nervous that I scared you off by telling you that last time.” You admitted through a nervous laugh.

“Scare me off? How?”

“I just got worried when we didn’t talk much this week. I know you’re busy with patrol but you suddenly felt busier than usual. I kinda thought it had something to do with me. And then my friends totally didn’t help and started filling my head with all these doubts about us. I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure we were okay.”

“We are okay. I promise. You could never scare me off.” Peter assured you as he cupped your face.

“Are you sure?” You asked skeptically.

“I’m sure. Nothing you could do could scare me away because I love you most ardently.” He told you and wished he could be looking into your eyes as he said it.

“So you did watch Pride and Prejudice? After I asked you 500 times?” You laughed and traced the outline of his lips the best you could.

“I did. I’d watch anything you tell me to. Even really boring period pieces about adults who can’t communicate.”

“Boring? How dare you call the most painfully romantic movie boring.” You pretended to be offended.

“If you think about it, it was just a bunch of people going to other peoples houses for two hours.” He pointed out, making you laugh.

“I know. But I still love it.”

“And I love you. So I promise, I’m never going anywhere. I’ll be here until the day you tell me to go away. And even then, I’d probably show up at your door every night and beg for you to take me back.” Peter told you.

“You’d never have to do that. Because I’d never leave you either. I think you just might be the great love of my life.”

“You’ve been watching too maybe romance movies.” Peter teased as he pulled you into his arms to kiss the side of your face.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic.”

“Well, you have a way of making it all feel a lot less hopeless.” Peter said softly before kissing you.

“I love you so much.” You said between kisses.

“I love you too. And think it’s time I tell you that to your face. Using my…face.” Peter squeezed his eyes shut at his lame choice of words and wished he rehearsed that more. He went to pull to pull your blindfold off but you put your hands on his to stop him.

“I actually don’t want to see your face tonight, if that’s okay.” You said with a timid smile.

“You don’t?”

“It’s just, this moment is special. If I see your face now, this moment ends and we move on from it to the moment of the big reveal. But I don’t want this moment to end yet. I want to stay in it as long as possible.”

“Really? You want to wait?”

“Yeah. The moment I see your face and learn your name is going to be huge for us. That deserves its own special day. But this night is flawless. I’ve had all the excitement I can handle. I don’t want to have two big moments in our relationship at once. I want to savor each of them so I can appreciate them fully. Does that make any sense?”

“It does. You can leave it on, if that’s what you want. But are you sure?” He asked as he stared right at you. His mask was off and it was just him, totally bare, asking you to look at him.

“I’m positive. Like an electron, right?” You said through a yawn and laid down on his chest.

“Yeah. Like my shirt.” He chuckled.

“My friend has the same shirt. It made me think of you.” You told him as you started to drift off.

“That wasn’t your friend. That was me.” He whispered, but you were already asleep.

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tick tock

by @iron--spider for @savvysass

~

And Peter stares at him, watching the panic seep into his shoulders.

 “Why did you come to me first?” Ned stammers. “Me, I mean, I can’t do anything—I mean, I can say it sucks, and that doesn’t help—”

 Peter leans back against Ned’s pillows, clearing his throat. He’s going for nonchalance. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned it at all. 

 But sometimes there’s something that’s nagging at him and he knows logically it’s nagging at him because it’s important, but he downplays that nag because he thinks he’s being paranoid or he thinks he can handle it. Maybe it’s both of those things at the same time. 

 But he mentioned his problem anyway, because of course he did, and Ned has been standing frozen in front of him since, like he got struck by lightning.

 “It’s fine,” Peter says, his voice going a little high, but not enough to give him away. He clears his throat again. Nonchalance. “Do you have any of the tamales still?”

 Ned’s brows furrow, like he’s primed and ready for an argument. “You are the only—the only person in the known universe who climbs through my bedroom window and tells me he’s been poisoned and then says it’s fine and asks for tamales.”

 “You know I like them so much,” Peter says, shrugging at him. “That’s why we got so many, and I already ate the ones I had stashed—”

 “Peter!” Ned yells, drawing out the word like a wiggling worm. “Poisoned?”

 “It’s fine,” Peter shrugs again, and he swallows hard, and he mostly believes that. His head hurts, but that’s normal after a fight. Rattling his brain around.

 It’s all normal. It’s fine. 

 The room isn’t shimmering at the corners. No way.

 “Peter.”

 He keys back in. “That guy…is a weirdo,” Peter laughs, and Ned takes two steps closer to him, still poised, eyes still wide under a stern, furrowed brow. 

 He analyzes him, like he’s looking for something Peter’s hiding. “All of the dudes you fight are?” he says. Asks. It’s a statement phrased like a question. “Which one was it? You could be referring to any of them?”

 “The guy who thinks he’s a snake,” Peter says. He winces. “No. A scorpion.”

 “Worse,” Ned says. “And what exactly did he say? Did you know you’re bleeding?” He’s getting worked up, and his cheek spasms a little bit. “You’re trying to be too casual I don’t trust you right now you’re doing that thing where you’re under—you’re under—I’m gonna tell Tony I’m gonna tell May and MJ—”

 “Ned!” Peter yells, scrambling off the bed and reaching him before he grabs his phone from the desk. He holds onto his arms, and Ned is still looking at him like he’s grown another head. “It’s fine. I swear. I was just…telling you…the events, I was close to your house and I thought I’d tell you the events of my, uh, night, my patrol—how was your night, did you get to that episode of Survivor where—”

 “What exactly did this guy say to you?” Ned asks, slowly. “Like, in words. His words.”

 Peter swallows hard. “Well, uh, we were fighting, and he—he ‘poisoned’ me, right?” He uses air quotes.

 Ned glares at him.

 “And he said we were gonna play a game—”

 “Bad—”

 “And he said, uh, if I couldn’t find the antidote in three days that I’d, uh. Die.”

 Die. DIE. It lands like an anvil.

 Ned gives him a piercing look.

 “That’s everything he said? Those were the words—that’s it? No clues no map no—three days—three days is nothing—that’s not—that’s not even four days—when does it start does it start at like midnight or the second you—”

 Peter clears his throat again. He needs to refocus. 

 He feels like the walls are moving—no. Not happening. He’s fine.

 He shakes his head. He wishes he hadn’t mentioned it at all, but here he is. “Ned, that—I mean, this is normal.”

 Ned scoffs. “Norm—”

 “This is just something that happens. Spider-Man gig. He’s—this is part of the rapport.”

 “Rappo—Peter what if you start dying? What if you can’t find him? What if you find him and he won’t give you the antidote? What then? What if there is no antidote? There isn’t enough time—”

 “There’s probably not even a poison,” Peter says, shrugging again. Brushing it off. Being normal. Managing the situation.

 Ned pauses for a second. Then his eyes bulge. “Probably?”

 Peter gets this shit all the time. Every day, it’s some guy in a weirdo costume telling him they’re gonna kill him or he’s gonna drown tomorrow at noon or they’re gonna take his powers away or they’re gonna launch him into the sun, and none of those things have ever happened. And this guy, this Scorpion has threatened to poison him dozens of times—it’s his deal, it’s his thing, since he showed up a few months after the world ended, and he’s never good at it. He said he was gonna poison Harlem’s water supply and that didn’t happen, despite days of monitoring. He said he’d poisoned the mayor’s family and that they’d die in five days and they’re currently vacationing in Kokomo. He’s even said he’d poisoned Peter before and that his skin was gonna fall off and that never happened. 

 Tony has always told him to take threats seriously from everyone that threatens him, even if they sound stupid. But when it winds up being a lie or a fluke, over and over—

 The only thing that’s worrying him is that this guy did get him with his stupid stinger this time. 

 He had a better costume, one that didn’t look like it came from the November discount at Spirit Halloween. And it was a knockdown dragout fight, because he was threatening to poison this bank manager to steal his codes, blah blah, bad guy shit, but then he got Peter in the shoulder with his stinger and he seemed surprised that he got him and that’s when he said what he said and he did what he does best: disappear. Peter can usually find these guys, and he actually got a few of them and their gangs locked up. But this asshole falls off the grid really easily, and doesn’t leave much behind. Peter doesn’t even know his real name.

 And Peter’s shoulder is pulsing. But only a little bit.

 So he’s just—he’s not concerned. Maybe slightly. But not really.

 He’s just got a headache. He feels fine.

 He’s fine.

 He manages to convince Ned that he doesn’t need to tell anybody, and they bandage up the things that need bandaging, including the spot where Scorpion got him, which is only a little green and angry, not nearly as bad as Peter was imagining. Ned huffs and puffs at it, but he doesn’t try to restart the argument. And then they share tamales and Peter goes home.

 “You okay?” May asks him, when he kisses her cheek before bed.

 “Yep,” Peter says, smiling, and nodding at her, because he is. 

 He feels fine. He texted MJ that he was fine, even though that seemed to make her suspicious, but she’s always suspicious of him even though they’re together now. She’s paranoid.

 The ceiling is absolutely not slowly lowering. It’s just the light being weird that’s it nothing more than that—

 May gives him a look, similar to the look Ned gave him earlier. “You sure?” she pushes. “Look a little…peaky.”

 He shakes his head. 

 Only a little dizzy. 

 Three days…

 “I’m fine. I just had seven tamales. I’m fine.”

 ~

 “Boss,” Friday says, pulling Tony out of a dream. “You have an incoming call from Ned Leeds.”

 Tony groans, and opens his eyes. 

 It’s Saturday. 

 Ten in the morning.

 He glances to the side. Pepper is already gone, and he’s gotta check the calendar for the where-to, and he clears his throat and rubs his eyes.

 A call from Ned usually means trouble.

 He closes his eyes, and grapples for his earpiece on the bedside table, and Friday indicates for his heart rate with a polite little trill. He ignores it, and tries not to jump to conclusions about Peter or the call, and he taps on the earpiece and answers.

 “—no, it’s okay. No, I don’t need anymore, Lola, I’m full—”

 “Nedjamin?” 

 “Mr. Stark?” Ned nearly yells. “Is that you?”

 “Well, this is my number,” Tony says, rubbing his face. “As you know, or you wouldn’t be calling—”

 “Sorry, I—I’m always shocked that you actually answer. Like even your personal lines must have somebody to like screen calls for you—”

 “You’re on the list,” Tony says, and he can hear Ned’s little gasp—the same little gasp he always gasps when Tony says that. “What’s the problem, where’s the fire? What’s Pete done now?”

 “Listen,” Ned says, and suddenly he’s whispering. “I don’t know when to take him seriously. But last night he showed up here and he was being all nonchalant and shifty about some scorpion bad guy poisoning him and telling him they were playing a game and that he had three days to find the antidote or he’d die.”

 Tony’s eyes snap open.

 “He was just saying it was fine and he was probably not even poisoned and like he was a little beat up but not more than normal, you know, his normal amount of—either way, he’s not taking it seriously and he’s not telling you and three days is not a lot of time—like, it’s not even four days—”

 “Mmkay,” Tony says, sitting up, feeling like someone’s lit a fire under his ass. “Okay. I’m gonna go get him. I’m gonna handle it.” He stands up, knees creaking, and worry is already coursing through his veins.

 “He’s gonna be mad at me for telling you but it’s for his own good,” Ned says. “Three days is not a lot of time, like—to handle something like this—even if it’s fake I mean—”

 “Even if it’s fake, you did the right thing,” Tony says, grabbing a gray shirt and some sweatpants. “Always better to check it out.” He sucks in a big breath, trying to focus. “Friday. Get me a lead on Peter.”

 ~

 And it’s never Tony’s favorite, when Peter isn’t where he’s supposed to be. 

 And Tony can’t exactly say the kid is supposed to be somewhere in particular—it’s the summer time, he’s been dealt a raw hand with all the end of the world bullshit, and he’s a good kid despite Spider-Man —and not that Spider-Man makes him bad, exactly the opposite, but it…sends waves of danger into his life on a daily basis that Tony wishes he could wash away a lot better than he does. 

 So when Tony can’t find Peter at home, he tries not to—go off the deep end. 

 It’s probably fine. Peter’s had a lot of close calls that weren’t close calls at all—the type of dickheads he encounters lie a lot, to try and puff themselves up, but Tony worries that’s made the kid complacent. He himself brushes things off far too often, and he’ll wind up kidnapped or thrown in a ditch or lost on an island because he didn’t take something seriously.

 Three days

 When did that timeclock start

 Ned was right to be concerned—

 “It’s fine,” he breathes, driving around in New York’s torture tactic they call traffic, “it’s fine—it’s fine—”

 He thinks of a ticking clock, thinks of three days and how that’s not a lot of time and how many times Ned repeated that, thinks that this guy could very easily be telling the truth and it could be a slow-acting poison that doesn’t even kill Pete until the last possible second, and it’s not even a week, it’s three days, and it’s less than that now because Peter decided not to call him immediately, decided to terrorize Ned instead, and tick tock, goes the clock, and Tony hasn’t even seen him yet—

 “Friday,” Tony says, his voice strung-out with anxiety, “are you—”

 “Boss, I was about to cut in,” Friday says, “Spider-Man is three blocks away in an apartment that does not belong to him. He broke in and he is in distress.”

 Tony sucks in a breath, his eye twitching. “An apartment—dist—am I going in the right direction—”

 “Yes,” Friday says, sounding too goddamn calm, even for an AI, and she trills again, for his heart rate. “I will let you know where to park.”

 ~

 Tony is incapable of relaxing. It isn’t the time to relax. Nobody’s telling him to but he always feels like people are telling him to, he’s heard it so many times in his life.

 The only saving grace in this situation is that the goddamn owner of the apartment isn’t home, and Peter is too savvy to let the alarm go off to alert anybody, and Tony doesn’t know why the hell he’s here why here why now does he know these people did something happen here and of course he doesn’t know why he hasn’t seen him he hasn’t gotten to talk to him yet—

 And he can picture it now—SPIDER-MAN CHOOSES A LIFE OF CRIME, MORE AT 11—

 “Kid,” Tony breathes, and he tries not to touch anything as he slinks inside the open door like an accomplice to a robbery, “kid—”

 “TONY!” 

 Peter screams his name, booming and loud, louder than he’s ever sounded before. And Tony hears him before he sees him, and he staggers back and shuts the door when he hits it, and he clutches at his chest and Friday trills twice for his heart rate, a little more urgently.

 And Peter is standing there in the middle of this plush, eggshell-white Central Park view.

 And he doesn’t look good.

 He’s pale as a sheet, his eyes bloodshot, and it looks like there’s throw-up on the front of his suit. His hair’s a mess, and his breathing is hard and wheezy.

 “Don’t move,” Peter says. “Just stay right there. Stay on—on that spot right there that spot is uncompromised.”

 Tony stares at him. “Uncomp—Pete, we gotta go, we can’t—we don’t know this apartment, we weren’t invited here.”

 “How do you know?” Peter asks, looking at him incredulously.

 “Well, were you?” Tony asks, mouth agape, feeling like the stupidest person in the world.

 “This place was pulsing,” Peter says, too fast, all manic. “It was ready for liftoff, okay? That’s why I’m here but now there’s a problem. There’s a problem with the floor and it burned me three times. They say fool you once, uh fool you twice but three times, so… the whole apartment is a problem. The whole thing, I could see it from the outside and it might have fallen so…I had to go up. Here. Up here.”

 This isn’t good. This isn’t good. Tony stares at him and he can feel the very very not good hanging all over the room in tendrils. “Kid, you’re not making any sense at all, okay? Can you—can you just…slow down a little bit and—”

 “It’s too windy,” Peter says, shaking his head. He looks at him, sort of—looks through him, and then he focuses on him again. “Okay. Break. Team, uh—Tony. We can’t fix it now. We just need to abort, okay, just—spider, uh—spiderweb on out of here—you need to—listen, we can jump off the roof. That might be the right—the right, uh—”

 “Okay,” Tony says, more concerned with every new word that leaves his mouth. “Okay, Pete, I’m gonna come over there—”

 “No no no don’t move!” Peter yells, his hands outstretched in Tony’s direction. 

 “What?” Tony shouts, his heart slamming in his ears. “Peter.” 

 Peter stares down at Tony’s feet. “It’s gonna get you. It’s going to—it’s gonna start eating you like it’s been eating me.”

 And Tony knew, when Peter started talking, but in that moment he really knows, like a ding ding ding game show buzzer. It sinks in his gut.

 This is the poison’s fault. 

 And he’s stupid he’s so stupid, and suddenly it’s blindingly real and not at all a false alarm, it’s the ticking time clock in his head that he’d been tamping down on the way over here. It’s ticking, sand is running down, and it’s a race now. 

 A race to save him. 

 Too short. Not even a race. A fucking thousand yard hurdle.

 Will he really die if they can’t—can Tony figure this out on his own—who the hell does he have to call who should he get—they’ve never been able to track down this scorpion asshole before and why is this gonna be any different—

 He’s wasting time—

 Focus, for him—

 “Pete—”

 “It’s like acid like a river of acid it’s everywhere,” Peter says. “You’re gonna. Just. We have to like, leapfrog—maybe I can carry you on my back—”

 “Look, it’s gone,” Tony says, gesturing to the ground. “Not there, gone. Just floor.”

 Peter narrows his eyes. “No, it’s still there—Tony Tony Tony—”

 And he’s freaking out because Tony is walking towards him now, through—whatever LSD trip awfulness he’s imagining, and he’s gasping and gripping his hair and he reaches out and tugs him towards him when he’s close enough.

 “Okay, I don’t know how you did that,” Peter says, and his eyes are wild and a little glazed. “Did it get you? It’s green. It got me, it’s some sort of—acid, acid—you’re not even in the suit, you’re—”

 “Pete,” Tony says again, getting more desperate—and he holds Peter by the shoulders—

 “My legs are burning, this stuff, this is stuff—it’s everywhere—are you okay?” Peter asks, breathing hard. “It—you walked right through it—we’re in trouble, we’re—”

 “You’re hallucinating,” Tony says, trying to hold his gaze. “You got poisoned, and you tried to brush it off, and it’s here to kick your ass.” Too harsh, but it’s out already. 

 He doesn’t mention anything about three days. He doesn’t mention anything about death.

 Peter’s eyes cut to the side. “No, it’s, uh—it’s real. The apartment was—and now there’s—green acid, like an entire—like it’s an ocean of green acid in here and probably outside too and it’s consuming—and it’s in here it’s like—when water comes in during a hurricane—not that I’ve ever been in—but May had that one unlucky vacation in Florida—”

 “Listen,” Tony says, because he can hear the tick tock in his head. He has to get him to focus. “Listen, do you trust me? Pete, can you—”

 Peter stares at him. “I think the green acid ate Ned,” he whispers, tearing up.

 Tony heaves a sigh. Tick tock. “Buddy, close your eyes, and hold my hand, okay? Hold my hand, hold onto my shoulder with your other hand, and close your eyes. I have a way out.”

 Peter’s eyes only go wider. “You have a way out but I can’t see it?” he whispers.

 “That’s right,” Tony says, swallowing hard. “Just…trust me, okay, just—let’s go, we gotta get out of here.”

 Peter stares at him for what feels like an age, and tick tock tick tock, and then he grabs Tony’s hand and latches onto his shoulder and closes his eyes. 

 “Okay,” Tony says, squeezing his hand a couple times as he maneuvers towards the front door. “Okay, we are—skimming over the, uh, the surface—we are walking on water—”

 “Acid—”

 “Acid, but it’s fine—”

 ~

 He has Peter keep his eyes closed until they’re out of the building, and his heart is hammering in his ears. 

 Friday trills. Tony ignores. 

 Peter isn’t wearing his mask and he’s got the rest of the suit on and there are people around and goddamnit. Tony holds onto him and ushers him into the car and hopes he isn’t drawing too much attention.

 Peter sits like he’s frozen solid, and Tony runs red lights.

 Tick. Tock. 

 Peter grits his teeth. He’s antsy. “Are you not concerned about the roof being gone?” he asks, his voice wavering. “Because those things are…they’re all over the car, the things with the antenna and the beady eyes and the little stingers—”

 “Peter,” Tony says, swerving around a slow driver in front of him, “I don’t know whether to play into this and pretend but I guess—I’m—kid, you have been poisoned by that dickhead, that scorpion guy. He poisoned you, and he—he put—” a time limit on it and you’re gonna die if I don’t fucking find his ass or synthesize a cure—

 And you didn’t tell me you should have told me but I’m not gonna give you shit for it right now while you’re actively dying—

 “Who?” Peter nearly yells, and he reaches up and bangs on the roof. “Tony, Tony, it’s phasing in and out now—does that mean—are we gonna quantum leap—like that show—”

 “Pete, it’s not,” Tony says, reaching over and grabbing his arm and trying to keep his eye on the road. “None of these things are happening that you think—Peter—”

 “I think there’s one on your—far shoulder,” Peter says, holding onto Tony’s arm. “A big one, he looks—he’s got plans, Tony—”

 Tony has to pull to a stop at the next red light, and he sighs and holds onto Peter’s arm. “Kid, can you hear me? Can the logical part of your brain break through the fog and hear what I’m saying?” His voice wavers with the worry that’s trying to rise to the surface. 

 Peter just holds onto his arm and stares at him. His eyes are bulging out of his head and he’s clinging onto Tony’s arm like it’s his last lifetime. There’s sweat gathering on his forehead and in his hair and he looks like he’s getting paler.

 Somebody honks behind them and Tony sighs, putting on the gas, still holding onto Peter’s arm. 

 “Tony,” Peter breathes. “I think one of them just climbed inside your ear.”

 ~

 Tony puts on an actual timeclock when they get back to the new facility, and he calls Ned to get the right timing on it. Currently, he’s got two days, five hours, and fifty-three minutes.

 “What is it?” May asks, over Tony’s shoulder. “Do you know what it is yet?”

 Tony shakes his head. He’s still going over Peter’s bloodwork, and Helen is doing the same in her lab. He can see the tests she’s running on the screen, and they’re both cross-referencing with every known poison and every run-in any of them have had with something like this. It isn’t often that Tony gets poisoned, with his suit of choice. He wishes Peter would wear the goddamn iron spider more often. 

 He wishes he could keep this shit from ever happening in the first place, to any of his team and his friends but to Peter especially, but what is he gonna do? He can’t swing around in a steel box, or in a bubble, like that movie—

 Tony rests his elbows on the table and rubs his eyes. He feels that pressure all over him, like he always does when Peter is in danger, but this one is different. He doesn’t think he’s been—on a time clock, with Peter’s death at the end of it.

 Peter’s death, last breath, eyes going glassy—

 No, no—

 It sends chills down the back of Tony’s neck, it makes him feel like he’s gonna throw up—

 Tick tock—

 It was bad enough the first time and that wasn’t even a proper death—this would be, this could be bloody and gasping and—

 “How’s he doing?” Tony asks, spinning his chair around and looking at May. He tries to keep the horrors out of his eyes.

 “Um, not great,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. “It seems to be just—getting worse. He still thinks there’s water rising in the room and that he’s trapped and he still thinks the ‘acid’ earlier burned up his legs, but you know that—”

 “Nothing there,” Tony says, clawing at his own throat a little bit, anxiety choking him. 

 He cracks his jaw and blows out a breath and glances up into Peter’s room. The kid is still pacing, and he’s in there with MJ and Ned, talking close to their faces, all wild-eyed and gesturing, pulling his IV pole around. He already sweat through his shirt and he’s hardly retaining any fluids. None of the trial antidotes they’ve got lying around have worked. None of the preventative measures have prevented shit. Peter’s been rambling about someone having cloned the Avengers years ago, and how the floor keeps rumbling because there’s going to be an earthquake in the building. He keeps lifting MJ up and putting her on the bed because he thinks there’s a monitor lizard trying to eat her. 

 And the original wound on his shoulder is full of pus and bruised, black in some spots. They’re trying to treat that too, even though Peter barely recognizes Helen and her team when they come into his room. He always squares up, like he needs to fight them.

 “This isn’t a fair game,” May says, with venom, watching Peter. She wipes her eyes and looks at Tony again, like it’s too hard to keep focusing on the problem. “But I guess we can’t expect fairness from people who want to…hurt others.”

 “I’m gonna fix it,” Tony croaks, because he’s getting teary-eyed now, too, and he turns around and faces the computer and sets up the new ingredient trials. He’s still got a bunch he needs to test, it’s fine, they’re out there looking for this asshole in teams, it’s fine, he wishes he was out there looking too and that’s not fine, and if Peter was right about the clones Tony would leave his clone here and he’d be out there searching and they’d swap—

 “I’m gonna fix it,” he says again, eyes cutting over to the time clock.

 It’s not enough time it’s not enough time it’s not it’s—

 ~

 Peter is—

 The world floats and—

 Of course it floats, and no, it’s not floating, it’s gravity, stupid, and—

 He’s walking down the hallway one minute MINUTE HEY LISTEN YOU’RE and he’s dragging something along with him one minute and HE SAID THREE DAYS STOP LETTING IT TAKE and then the next his arm is bloody and he leans against the wall and he falls into the next room because there are no more walls and—

 He braces his hand on the tile and the tile crunches into wet sand and his hand presses into it an imprint hand and footprint Hollywood Humphrey Bogart and Ben saying he had big hands for a tiny guy huh

 And then there’s the monitor lizard again. Hissing and rampaging towards him.

 “Stop,” Peter says, pointing at him. “She’s not here she’s—”

 Then he’s in bed again. And there’s Tony. And there’s a big fire flames in the corner licking at the wallpaper and it's hot on Peter’s face and trying to singe Tony’s hair. It’s so hot it’s blue. It’s so hot it’s burning Peter’s eyes out of his head.

 “This is the third time,” Tony says, and his voice is echoes, inside one of those water tubes, water spouts? Itsy bitsy spider? “No more getting up and roaming the halls, Pete, please, okay? Jesus, and stop taking out your—”

 The fire gets really big before Peter can even say anything about it and it explodes in a big fireball and tries to consume the entire room, and Peter grabs Tony and tries to cover his head and hide his own face at the same time and—

 “Buddy, buddy, relax, relax—”

 But Peter can barely hear him above the explosions and it’s hot it’s burning it’s all over—

 He groans, screwing his eyes shut, and how’s he supposed to fight fire? “It’s burning it’s—we have to get out we have to—”

 “Nothing’s burning, it’s in your head, it’s in your head,” Tony says, and he’s ruffling Peter’s hair, a gentle feeling amongst all this big and bad and fire, and he’s squeezing Peter’s shoulder and then water—water is trickling out of the walls. Peter can see it over Tony’s shoulder. 

 “It’s in your head, okay?” Tony says, softly, and when he pulls back he phases a bit. In and out. On top of himself like a copy. Like a bad copy like when Peter used the copier at May’s work for his NYC transit project and it spit it out all inky and Peter covers his eyes with his hand. 

 “We can’t stop it,” he breathes, breathes, is he breathing still—

 “Lemme try this one,” Tony says, and he’s still gentle, voice calm waves. “This should help, okay? We’re trying the natural steroid with the anti-toxin—it should—it should work—if the tests—if I know anything at all—”

 And the room changes again.

 Tony isn’t there and the room is smaller, the walls are trying to. Trash compactor. Rectangular and square and there are windows and they move and they morph and he can see the green acid is still outside and it’s rising out there, and that means people are dying, that means—it burned Peter and he’s—he’s who he is, with them they’d be burning—burning alive—

 “It should have worked,” Tony’s voice, but he’s not in here. Is he in the walls? Are they squashing him? “It should have, goddamnit—”

 “It’s close, everything improved there for about twenty—”

 “He was practically catatonic and now he’s worse again—has Sam updated you yet, Helen, because I think he’s afraid to tell me he hasn’t found anything—I gotta fucking get out there—Happy’s out there driving around and Pepper is too and I’m fucking useless—”

 “TICK TOCK,” a voice says.

 A bad voice. Sounds like a stereotypical New Jersey background actor but this one Peter knows, and then he spins around on the spot and all the windows go and then the room shrinks and it shrinks fast fast fast fast too fast a not-fun funhouse and he can’t even try to stop it and he throws his arms out but the walls crush him into something small—

 “FUN GAME, HUH, SPIDER? CLOCK IS TICKING DOWN. THEN I WIN.”

 Peter is running—

 —but there’s nothing, there’s nothing it’s blackness and echoes and nothing anywhere, except when he steps on something it zaps him, like a taser, and it makes him tremble and his face sags and the aftershocks run through him and he feels off course, and he tries to run in the opposite direction but what’s the opposite direction in a void and he’s zapped again, and he tries to go—a couple steps back and—it’s so dark he can’t see and when he tries to yell nothing comes out, nothing, and he grabs at his own throat and tries to pull his voice out and—

 A full body zap and he collapses, seizing—

 In the room again.

 In the bed.

 Handcuffed, to the bed. Soft straps, around his wrists and his ankles, connecting to the bars of the bed.

 “How the hell did he even get in that room?”

 “God, I don’t know—how does he get anywhere—”

 Tony and May are on either side of him, and the acid is in the room again. They’re sitting on the bed so they’re out of the way of it but it’s rising, and Peter swallows hard, peering down at it.

 “I can get out of these,” Peter says, and he tries to concentrate and break them, and it’s usually so easy, it’s usually very easy, and he breathes hard, watching the acid break and splash against the wall. It eats away at it. “Tony, May, why would you—”

 “You keep getting up and hurting yourself,” May says, and she sniffles, and she—her face is in darkness. He can’t see her face. “You don’t have much time and you keep—”

 “May—”

 Tony’s voice, but he can’t see his face either, they’re both, they’re—their faces, they don’t have faces they don’t have faces no eyes nose mouth nothing nothing—

 He closes his eyes and keeps rattling the handcuffs. Why aren’t they breaking? Why aren’t they?

 “You’re weak right now,” Tony says, and Peter squeezes his eyes shut because he can’t—he can’t look he can’t—

 ~

 “We didn’t wanna do it, Peter,” Tony says, feeling shame, watching him thrash around. 

 And if this was normal, he’d try to convince him to stay still, to stop getting up and breaking into storage rooms and labs and they’d take them off, but he’s—he’s barely in there. Barely lodged in his own head. The hallucinations are too strong and they barely have a day left. They haven’t found Scorpion and they haven’t figured it out themselves—

 And is Peter going to die like this? Wasting away, handcuffed to the medbay bed by two of the people who love him most?

 He’ll uncuff him if he’s dying and what kind of thing is that to fucking say what kind of thing is that to even think to even fathom—

 A wave of horror goes through Tony’s entire body and he reaches for the right cuff—

 “Tony, he’ll be out in five seconds flat,” May says.

 “Not if we’re in here—”

 “We were in here before and he got past us—”

 “Please, Tony,” Peter says, and he’s still trying to break them, and he just might, if he keeps trying. Not all of his strength is gone. Not yet. 

 Peter’s eyes are teary and pleading, and he looks so pale, so tired. “Please, the acid is—it’s rising and if I’m cuffed here I’ll—you guys can get out but if you leave me cuffed here it’ll—it’ll burn it’ll kill me—”

 Tony feels insane. He can’t take this. He leans forward, holding Peter’s shoulder with one hand and cupping his face with the other. “Listen,” he says, and Peter is looking at him, but that hasn’t meant much, since this started. “Listen. There’s no acid. You’ve been poisoned, and you’re dying, Pete, you’re dying. We’re trying to help but we—we…” His voice gets caught again and he shakes his head, but Peter is still looking at him. 

 He doesn’t wanna say that out loud he doesn’t want to acknowledge it because it can’t be true it can’t—

 “It was Scorpion,” May says, and she’s rubbing Peter’s left arm up and down. “If you know, anywhere inside you, baby, if you know where he might be—anything, any possibility—”

 “May, you gotta let me go,” Peter says, and he shakes them both off, thrashing harder. “The acid, the acid, I’m gonna drown—I gotta—”

 Tony gets up, turning around and covering his face with his hand. He can’t stand it. He can’t fucking stand it. He’s shaking and he feels like he’s gonna pass out.

 “Peter, baby, please,” May whispers.

 “May, please let me go,” Peter pleads. “Please, please, the acid—”

 “I’m gonna go fly around,” Tony says, dizzy and sick, the time ticking away in his head. “I’m gonna go—search for myself.”

 “Tony,” May calls, but he doesn’t look back.

 ~

 The acid is licking at the edges of the bed now, splashing up onto Peter’s legs and burning him. Peter sobs and grits his teeth and keeps trying, keeps trying, thrashing and wearing rug burns onto his wrists and ankles and maybe this wasn’t Tony, maybe this was the clone, and the acid is rising up and rising up and Peter tries to hold his arms up as much as he can and the windows are back and swapping around on the walls like bad Tetris and he’s about to yell out for May when—

 Scorpion. Big Scorpion. In the corner of the room.

 Laughing at him.

 And the acid seems to cling to him when he moves. Like a neon sign.

 ~

 And after six hours of looking all over God’s green earth, after watching Peter’s time dwindle to just under a day, May calls to tell Tony that Peter is gone.

 “Gone?” Tony screams, nearly crashing into One Vanderbilt.

 “Not dead,” she says, and the crying doesn’t help. “But gone, he—broke out of the cuffs when I went to get him something to eat. He was really bad off, it was getting—so bad, and I left and I wasn’t gone for long and he just—now we can’t—everyone is looking, everything is activated—”

 “Friday,” Tony stammers, and she confirms by throwing it all up on the screen.

 May gasps and tries to keep talking. “He—doesn’t have a suit, we didn’t—see him take one, and there’s not—no tracking, but we’re—”

 “I’ll find him,” Tony breathes, changing his trajectory.

 ~

 And it feels like another lie.

 He couldn’t come up with an antidote. He couldn’t find Scorpion. He couldn’t even make Peter comfortable, couldn’t soothe him, couldn’t counteract anything, and worse yet the last thing he did before he left was handcuff Peter to the bed, a severe breach of trust no matter what the hell’s going on, and he shouldn’t have done it, he shouldn’t have, he should have just kept chasing him down, bringing him back, but he was going into other rooms and electrocuting himself on old machines, for God’s sake—

 And Tony searches and searches and he doesn’t even register the time until the clock runs out.

 The clock runs out.

 It runs out, all zeroes, and Tony is in the air in Queens and everyone else is scattered and the time runs out. The three days, they ran together like watercolor, like broken glass in the trash bin, and it’s over and it’s done and he’s—he’s—

 He’s not in front of them, so they don’t know. 

 Tony gets a few calls, but he ignores them, setting his jaw and trying not to cry.

 He can’t be dead he can’t be he can’t be—

 They’d send messages if they’d found Peter, if they’d—

 Tony keeps searching. He can’t breathe but he keeps searching.

 “Friday, take that shit off the screen,” Tony rasps, trying to see through his tears.

 The zeroes disappear.

 ~

 And Peter doesn’t come home.

 Tony doesn’t like the phrase ‘presumed dead’, and yet, somehow, the news starts splashing it across their headlines about seven hours after the time clock runs out. 

 SPIDER-MAN PRESUMED DEAD, and it’s everywhere, on all the networks, to the point where reporters start showing up at Stark facilities, including their new home base. And Tony doesn’t understand why, or what the fuck happened, and he hasn’t eaten and he hasn’t gone back and he hasn’t stopped looking, so what the hell do they know that he doesn’t?

 “Nothing,” Rhodey says, on the phone. “They don’t know anything, Pepper and I interrogated Don at CNN and he just got a tip, a bunch of them did, but they don’t know anything for real.”

 “They don’t have any actual information?”

 “Just a story,” Rhodey says. “No sightings, no anything, I don’t know why they’re taking it seriously. Pepper is with May, she’s—not dealing with any of this well, and I know you’re not either, so you need to—you should come home, just for a little bit, okay? Just to eat, just to see us, and then—”

 “No, I gotta keep looking,” Tony says, continuing his scans and sweeps of the street. He’s sure Iron Man’s presence in the sky isn’t doing them any favors in terms of the story. 

 And what is he looking for? A dead body? A miracle?

 “Tony.”

 “Rhodey, I gotta keep—I gotta keep looking.”

 ~

 And he does, and he doesn’t find anything. He essentially starts going door to door and he doesn’t fucking find anything. He shakes Electro out of his cave and he doesn’t know shit, he finds that rat gang of assholes and they don’t know anything either. 

 And Tony comes home after a day and a half and nearly passes out. From not eating, from exhaustion, from grief, from too many zeroes and too much silence. That headline. Failure.

 The ghost of Peter’s face—

 You need to come to terms—

 No. No.

 He sits in a dark room with half a bagel and he can’t face May. He can’t face MJ or Ned or his own wife or anybody that loves Spider-Man.

 He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t do anything, at all. He was completely and utterly fucking useless. No wonder Peter didn’t come to him.

 Where is his body gonna be? Who’s gonna find it? What will he be wearing in his casket? The kid doesn’t like suits. 

 Tony covers his face with his hands. His breath comes out in tremors.

 ~

 And Tony feels like he’s hallucinating now. Everything moves in stop-motion. 

 “Come sleep,” Pepper says, kissing his forehead. “Just for a little while.”

 He says something back to her. He doesn’t know what it is, and she gives him that look, like she pities him, like she wishes she could take it all away. But she kisses him again and leaves, and he’s alone, terrified he might see May around the corner.

 He drifts, lost in his own pain and failure, and the memories and Peter’s chit-chat and everything he’ll never get to say again, and Tony’s just about to leave to suit up again when he gets the alert.

 “Boss, Peter Parker is at door B5 on the second level.” 

 Everything comes to a screeching halt. It catches up with itself. 

 Tony leaps to his feet, and Friday trills for his heart rate. It seems like the world is thrown off its axis for a second—or it’s reset back on it—

 Tony reaches for something that isn’t there, trying to steady, trying to—

 Peter. Peter. Peter at the door?

 Not dead. Not dead. What the fuck is going on?

 “Peter?” he breathes, already moving, not of his own accord. “Friday, it’s—are you—are you sure—”

 “Peter Parker, B5.”

 And Tony races there. Doesn’t think. Races through the empty hallways and nearly busts his ass on the stairwell. And when he reaches the door he can hear someone trying to scan in, and failing, more than one time, and he feels like an alarm would have already gone off if Friday didn’t know who it was.

 “Friday, let him in—”

 And the door opens just as Tony grabs the handle, and Peter stumbles inside.

��Tony catches him when his legs give out, and Peter laughs a little bit, holding onto Tony’s arms. 

 He laughs. A laugh.

 “Hey, hey,” Tony stutters, and he kicks the door closed and gets a hold of Peter around the waist. “Jesus, Jesus Christ—sitting or standing? I can do either one. Expert at either one.”

 Alive alive he’s here—

 “Uh, standing,” Peter says, gripping Tony’s arm and his shoulder. “Geeze, sorry. Still…wobbly.” He finally looks up at him—his eyes are so much brighter, and he’s gotten some of his color back.

 Alive. Alive, not dead. Alive, solid, real.

 How? How?

 “What the hell happened?” Tony breathes. He glances around, panic rising in his throat, and he feels dizzy. “No, you know what, I choose sitting, I forgot there was a couch here—c’mere, c’mere bud, easy, easy—”

 Peter snorts. “Okay yeah—good idea, uh—”

 “Tell me what happened,” Tony says, moving them over there, sitting down. He keeps an arm around him, and brushes his hair back from his forehead so he can see his face better. 

 Disbelief. He can barely breathe he can barely think—

 Peter shakes his head, closes his eyes, sags into Tony’s side. “Um—it’s still like, a mess, in my head, but I think like—I don’t know, I saw Scorpion, in the hallucination, and I—the acid, that I thought was there, it like—it pointed to him. And when I broke out of the handcuffs—”

 “I’m so sorry,” Tony says, his face burning. “I’m so sorry.”

 “No—I—listen, I get it, it’s okay—but the acid, it kept—even when he disappeared, the acid was neon and made like a trail and I—found him. I don’t know. I don’t know why it worked. Maybe something like a signature in the poison he made and my brain and him—I don’t know.”

 He really looks at Tony, and Tony can see he’s bloody at the corner of his mouth, and he’s got a black eye. 

 Tony’s heart lurches. “Are you okay?” he asks, tipping Peter’s chin towards him, and Peter nods. “You got the—”

 “I got it,” Peter breathes, nodding slowly. “Antidote. He actually seemed impressed—”

 “Where is he now?” Tony says, blinking, feeling displaced. 

 “I left without a suit, so—I—he was in this warehouse. They’re always in a warehouse. I just piled as much shit on top of him as I could without killing him. He was knocked out, it was—hard but it’s—he should still be there.”

 Tony nods. He’s gotta get somebody on that. 

 He’s shaking with the emotion of it all, and he stares at him, tries to believe it, tries to live in it. He’s here. He’s here. 

 Tony deflates a little bit, and he leans forward and presses his forehead to Peter’s, closing his eyes. “Jesus, Pete, I thought you were dead.”

 “Me too,” Peter says, laughing a little bit. He pats Tony’s knee. “Can’t get rid of me that easy though, so—don’t, uh—sorry, my brain is still mushy peas.”

 “It’s okay, it’s—we gotta tell May, she’s been half insane—”

 And like clockwork, Tony hears her coming down the stairs. 

 “Tony,” she’s yelling, and Tony peels away from Peter to look. “Tony, I heard—Friday sent a notification—”

 She sees Peter, stuttering in her tracks briefly, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. But then she’s running again, at full speed, and Tony helps Peter stand up.

 “Hey May,” Peter breathes, and she rushes at him, wrapping him up in her arms. 

 “Oh, my baby,” she says, clutching at him. “My baby, Peter, you’re alive. You’re alive, thank God, thank God.”

 “Yeah,” Peter says, rubbing her back, looking a little unsteady on his feet. “The news, uh—I told you they get it wrong a lot.”

 “Come on,” Tony says, patting Peter’s shoulders. “Let’s—let’s go get you checked out.”

 ~

 Happy goes to pick up MJ and Ned. Pepper deals with the news and the police. Rhodey heads out with Sam to get Scorpion and put him away for good.

 And Tony and May watch while Helen checks Peter out. His levels are all getting back to normal, for real this time. His body is recovering, and the hallucinations are gone. Peter still has the “antidote bottle” that asshole gave him, and Helen takes it to test, to make sure they’ll have everything covered for next time. 

 Next time. There better not be a next time. Tony’s heart can’t take it.

 “He did it all himself,” Tony says, when he and May are heading back into the room where Peter is. “I didn’t help at all—actually, I hindered. I actively hindered.”

 “You kept him safe, and he felt safe, even if he didn’t really know it,” May says. “He feels comfort in us, even if we can’t—fix it, every time.”

 Tony blows out a breath.

 “And I know you want to be able to fix it,” she says, as they reach the door. “But you wanted him to be better than you, didn’t you? You said that to him once?”

 He freezes. It hits him like a pile of bricks, but all she does is smile. She opens the door and they walk inside and Peter is already getting out of bed.

 “No more acid?” May asks, glancing back at Tony.

 “No more acid,” Peter says. He crosses his arms over his chest, and shakes his head. “I barely remember any of it. Just sort of like—flashes of a very bad movie.”

 “Yeah,” Tony croaks, emerging from his shock. “You broke into Beyoncé’s apartment.”

 Both Peter and May whip their heads up to look at him.

 “Beyoncé?” they both nearly yell, in unison, and Tony snorts.

 “No,” he says. “I don’t know.” He feels hazy still, and he swallows hard, trying to focus. “C’mere, I need a—real hug, real quick.”

 “You mean not quick at all?” Peter asks, smiling at him with that bright, familiar smile that was lost the past couple days.

 Could have been counted down to being lost forever.

 Tony hugs him, squeezes his eyes shut, and doesn’t think about that. He rubs Peter’s shoulder and sways them both a bit, and doesn’t think about that. There’s no more ticking in his head, and Peter’s…Peter’s back. 

 “Maybe it was Beyoncé’s apartment,” Tony says, before the emotions overwhelm him, cradling Peter’s head. “It’s not out of the question. We’re gonna have to find out.”

 “Yeah, we’re gonna have to—resolve that before the Beyhive finds me,” Peter says, still hugging him. “They’ll figure out my identity immediately.”

 Tony pulls back, shaking his head at him. “I don’t know what a Beyhive is.”

 “Don’t cross them, that’s what I’m saying,” Peter says. “And the other thing I’m saying is, I’m extremely hungry, and I might…I might die, if we don’t resolve that sooner rather than later.” He raises his eyebrows. “Tick tock.”

 He’s trying to be cute and funny, to make them feel better, like things are getting back to normal after another round of hell courtesy of Spider-Man’s enemies. But Tony and May look at each other with a different kind of understanding of that phrase now.

 “Okay,” Tony says, wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulders, while May gently takes his elbow. “That, I can help with.”

#iron dad #tony stark #peter parker #irondad #iron man #spider-man #works by iron_spider #irondad fic #marvel fic

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I have an idea for The Package au series!

So, Peter Parker wants to bring reader to hangout with him and his friends. Even though reader and Peter both really want to go, Wanda says no. Maybe because Peter is young and so she doesn’t trust him like she did with Bucky and Sam? Anyway, Peter decides to sneak you out when Wanda and Tony and everybody else is sleeping. What’s the harm if he brings you back before anybody notices you were gone right? Reader has a great time with MJ and Ned.

So what’s the problem? You and Peter accidentally fell asleep at Ned or MJ’s house. The next morning, Peter wakes reader up and is rushing to get back home, freaking out the entire time. When you guys get back, everyone is already awake. Peter gets in trouble by Tony for sneaking out and by Wanda for bringing you out without permission. Wanda is so worried but reader is just like, “I had so much fun last night :)”

I can’t wait to see what happens next in The Package au!!!!! <3

Mission: Sneak out

✒ Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary : Peter wants to take you to meet MJ and Ned but Wanda says no.

✒ Tags and Warnings : none?

✒ Author's Note : My first Anon request!! I was so excited to write this, it really came at the perfect time as I was losing inspiration for writing since I used to bounce ideas and brainstorm fics with a friend that I no longer speak with. Anyway, thank you! And I’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying the series, I hope you like this installment. I am so sorry it took so long 🥲

✒ Word Count : 2299

✒ Read Time: 11 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

”Come on, Wanda, please!” Peter pleaded

“No, Peter. It’s just not safe for her to be out of the compound alone. She’s still adjusting to being here and she doesn’t have her powers fully under control yet” She stated, shattering Peter’s plan of bringing you to build legos with MJ and Ned. Though MJ had no interest in the legos really, she would just hang around to banter and spend time with the boys. “Why don’t you have your friends come here?” Wanda offered.

“Mr. Stark won’t allow it” Peter dropped to the couch, defeated.

Wanda didn’t take any joy in seeing Peter this way but she had to stand her ground, it was just too dangerous for you to be out of the compound with a bunch of teenagers. You just weren’t ready for something like that yet. 

Eventually, Peter had to break the news to his friends. The next day, they were all sitting together at lunch so he decided that was as good a time as any. Ned was bummed you wouldn't be able to tag along, but MJ didn’t bat an eye, “so, sneak her out.” she said like the answer was blatantly obvious. Ned and Peter were both equally taken aback by this, “what? No way, I- I couldn’t I mean Fr-” Peter begins to ramble and gets cut off by MJ, “It’s simple, tell her you’re going on a secret mission and then return her before morning, Wanda would never even know. You’re Spider-Man, what could go wrong?” 

“No, I couldn’t” Peter mulls it over in his head still. 

“I knew you two were losers,” MJ quips as she walks away. 

The two boys are left sitting in silence at the lunch table for a bit before Ned speaks up first, “I mean- she does have a point, you are Spider-Man”

“Ugh, not you too Ned. Wanda would kill me if anything happened to Y/N, have you ever seen Wanda angry? The last time I saw her angry, she threw a car at Mr. Stark.” Peter frantically explains

“Ok, ok. I’m just saying, nothing would go wrong. We’re just building legos.” Ned rebutted. 

“I guess.” the web-slinger considered. 

After mulling it over in his head for a few days, he decided to go with MJ’s plan. They were just building legos, it’s not like they were traveling to another state or something, and deep down Peter wanted to impress the girl. So he crafted up a convincing-looking letter, convincing enough for a kid anyway. The letter was a creative way for Peter to convince you to keep the plan a secret. To you, this was a stealth mission that you were hand-picked to complete. If Peter had just asked you to sneak out with him and not tell Wanda, he knew you’d either crack under the pressure or feel too guilty. 

With the letter hidden in one of the lego sets you had already built with him, the plan was in motion. Later that day he asked you to play with the set and you stumbled upon the crumpled-up piece of paper. 

“What's dis?” you ask tugging on it until became free. The note had a large red stamp that said Top Secret in the upper right corner. Peter put on a stellar performance as he investigated it with you and read it aloud. 

“Y/N: Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to evade detection while leaving the compound premises tonight at 8 pm EST with Agent Parker. Once clear, proceed southbound toward Main St. Await further instructions. Tell no one.”

“A mission?” you were both excited and confused.

“What do you say, Y/N?” Peter asked with the note still in his hand. 

“Why us?” you wondered. You’re just a kid, why were you being recruited for a mission? Maybe this is your Harry Potter moment. These thoughts kept swirling around in your head.

“I don't know, but it was even hidden in our legos, whoever sent it knew how to contact us secretly, seems important.”

“Okay, I’m in” you smiled excitedly.

“Great! I’ll come get you after you go to bed tonight then, and we can’t tell Wanda,” he explained. 

You nodded in agreeance with the plan, “When will we get more notes?” 

“Probably after we finish this one.”

Wanda puts you down for bed around 7 and you end up dozing off before Peter comes to retrieve you. He shakes you gently until you start to stir. 

“Y/N, it's me,” Peter whispers, “are you still up for the mission?”

You jolt up excitedly, nodding in response, whatever drowsiness sent you to dreamland before is immediately wiped away as you are ready to embark on your adventure with your friend. The two of you sneakily start to make your way out of the compound, making sure that every room is empty before entering. Once the two of you successfully navigated to the door, Peter directs you in the correct direction. 

“We made it!” you exclaim.

“We did, now we just have to find the next note” Peter explained.

You continued southbound from the compound with your eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. As you passed an alleyway, you glanced down it and then thoughts of all the different things that may lurk in the dark corners quickly took over as you hurried toward the brightest part of the sidewalk. 

About a block later, you come across an envelope taped to a tree. Immediately, you run up to the tree and tear the envelope off, “Found it!” you exclaimed holding the note high in the air for Peter to see. 

“What’s it say?” Peter asks as you hand the note over to him to read. 

“It says we have to go to this address” he points out

Peter’s place isn’t far from the compound so it doesn’t take long to get there. The trip there was pretty tame, except you noticed a rat scurrying across the sidewalk on the other side of the street and then seconds later a grey cat scurried out from behind a bush as it played the game of chase with the rat. 

“What do we do now?” You asked as the two of you walked up to the door to the address on the note. 

“We go in” Peter states

“Are you going to climb in a window? OH, or climb onto the roof?” You brainstorm ways that Spider-Man could get into places as Peter unlocks the door and walks in. 

“I was thinking of using the front door” he states plainly as a joke. 

“How- how did you do dat?” You asked wondering if all superheroes just had universal keys to the city or something. 

“I live here,” Peter explained as Ned and MJ shouted “Suprise” 

You’re visibly confused as Peter takes you over to the dining room table with the legos, “There’s one more note here, Y/N” he points out for you to read. 

You take the note out of the envelope to find the word “Build” written on it. You understand it immediately as you turn to the three others in the room for an explanation, “We’re building legos?” you question. 

“Yea, I wanted you to meet my friends. This is MJ and Ned.” Peter introduces. 

“MJ? And Ned? Da ones you always talk about?” you wonder

Peter blushes, “I- I mean I don’t always talk about them. But yea, this is them.” 

Ned and MJ make their way over to the table with you, “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Ned offers.

“You too”

The three of you are engrossed in the lego building for a couple of hours as MJ plays on her phone and keeps the boys on their toes as they miss build steps. Once 10 o'clock rolls you start yawning enough for Peter to realize he should probably bring you back to bed. 

“Are you ready to head back, Y/N” he asks

You thought about it for a second, you were so engrossed in the legos that you didn’t even realize how tired you were. Once you realized you were ready for bed, you nodded in agreeance. 

Before you knew it, you were headed back to the compound. 

“Did you have fun?” Peter asks as you continue your trek home.

You nod in response, “I wike your fwiends” you noted, “especiawly MJ, shes rewly pwetty”

Peter smiled at your response, “She is really pre-” he’s cut off as you’re both startled by the sound of a gunshot coming from a store that you're passing by. Peter immediately jumps into action as he finds a place for you to hide, “Stay here, I'll be right back” he mentions as he runs toward the area of the gunshot. 

You stay put for a few minutes until you remember that the whole reason you were out with Peter tonight was for a mission. Maybe it was all leading to this, or maybe you just wish it was, after all, you came out tonight to be a hero. So that’s exactly what you plan on doing, you and Peter are partners in this mission, and you’re not going to let him sideline you, so you move toward the store. 

When you walk in, you see Peter fighting 4 different guys at the same time and you try to find something that will allow you to help him. There are products scattered all over the ground from the men being knocked into the shelves. You pick up the nearest item and throw it at the bad guy closest to you. It wasn’t until then that anyone even noticed your presence. The man laughs and immediately grabs you, “What do we have here? Is Spider-Man sending kids to do his dirty work now?” he snarks. 

“Let me go!” you struggle

“Y/N! I told you to stay put!” Peter scolds as he continues to kick everyone’s ass. 

“We’re partners, I help” you defended.

As you tried to justify why you came in to help, one of the men motioned for your captor to leave through the back with you in tow. He scurried out as quickly as possible while you thrashed back in forth in his arms to try and break free. Once the black-haired man had you outside, all the courage you had built up to go and help your friend quickly turned to fear. Your courageous yells soon became cries for help as you could no longer see your friend, Peter. 

Before the man could get you into a van, the fear took control over your body to unleash a shockwave, breaking you free from his grip. With the man unconscious on the ground, you ran as fast as you could back to the safe spot that Peter had left you in. Minutes later, after Peter finishes up with the men inside the building, he rushes to the back to look for you. Relieved is an understatement, he sees the man lying knocked out on the ground and he knows you must’ve gotten away. The only issue now is, where did you go? 

“Karen, are you seeing any traces of where y/n headed?” he inquired to the artificial intelligence in his suit. 

“Size 3 footsteps indicated on the infrared scanner show that she most likely headed northeast,” Karen informs as she overlays the infrared scanner into Peter’s field of view. 

“Perfect! Maybe she headed back to the spot I left her in earlier” 

Once Peter finds you, he checks you over to make sure you’re ok; and while you are very shaken, physically you are fine. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, Y/N.” Peter scolds as the two of you begin walking back towards to compound again. 

“I sorry, I- I just thought dat I should help cuz we’re on a mission togeder” 

He can’t help but smile at that, “You’re going to be a great Avenger one day”

“I am?”

“Yea, but listen, no one else at the compound can know what we were up to tonight” He reminds you

“Right, right. It’s a secret mission. I renember.” you state nodding you head in agreeance. 

When the two of you pull up to the compound, Peter scales the side of the building with you on his back, until he reaches your room. His plan, however, is ruined when your window is completely locked from the outside with no way to get in. Karen can’t even get it open as there is an override to keep it shut from F.R.I.D.A.Y.

His only other option is to take you back in through the front entrance. That should be ok though, after all, that is the way that you two escaped in the first place. The entrance is clear, all is looking good until they reach the common room. Tony and Wanda are just sitting there waiting for you. Peter stands there frozen for a second until Tony finally breaks the silence. “You wanna tell me where the two of you were or should I ask Karen?” he states dryly as you leave Peter to run with your arms toward Wanda. She stands from the couch to engulf you in a comforting hug as she lifts you up, “Hey, detka, are you okay?” She says removing the strands of hair from your face to thoroughly look you over. 

You nod as you nuzzle into her shoulder. It was far past your bedtime and it only took a slight bit of comfort from Wanda to remind your body of how exhausted you were. “I’m going to bring her up to bed. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.” She says as she shoots a glance laced with daggers at the man of webs.

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[spidergrotto]

here is a bad draft people it is all i can give you guys i am so exhausted.

parker’s are good at running, it might just be their defining trait. may parker excelled at it, she picked up and moved cities and even the minorest of inconveniences. a fight between her and one of her new friends? she’s gone, a random bad week? you aren’t seeing her again.

so if things got rough, if she got in trouble or someone was upset with her— she ran as far away as she could.

just like her mom, just like her grandma. she ran and she never usually came back, not until ben.

ben who somehow convinced her to stay without even knowing it, ben who made commitment look appealing— ben who helped her look for jobs in nyc while packing her bags for australia, ben who never once pressured her into staying but all the same gave her the option to, ben who said yes when may ( dramatically ) asked him to marry her.

when peter came into their lives, despite everything— he somehow carried that parker gene, running away at every chance he got at every minor thing.

the two really did try to break him out of the habit, and technically they did; peter stopped running away at every argument or any failure. but that little habit was still there, his body choosing flight instead of fight when things got just a little bit too overwhelming.

but he didn’t run after ben passed, it was his fault it happened and he couldn’t just leave may behind after everything— so he stayed, he stayed and focused all of his attention onto school, taking care of may and the bills; and soon spider-man.

so when tony stark turned into more of a father than a mentor, when may was certain that both her and peter could trust him— she told him everything, forcing him to make a file about it all. reciting her own story; warning her of peters own tendency to run off because deep down she knew that if something happens to her peter would book it, he’d leave and god knows where he’d end up.

( skipping over endgame, tony lives because i said so? )

after may dies, peter had already made the decision to leave whether he realized it or not. the memory spell only made things easier, and while the plan WAS to visit dr.strange again and figure out a way to reverse the effects of the spell on the people he cared about, peter knew that the moment he thought it was safe he’d be out of there in seconds.

mj wasnt an idiot either, she had known of this character flaw for awhile and didn’t put it past peter. so when he promises to tell her the truth the second the spell is over— when he tries to convince her that he isn’t going anywhere, she rolls her eyes.

“just make sure you come back okay? i don’t care if you’re all the way in south africa fighting off a new villian of the day, or if you’re scared i’ll be angry, just make sure to come back.”

and ned shoves him into a hug, telling him that if he needs to run away from wherever the hell he ends up going to come straight to his apartment just like he did when he was younger.

peter doesn’t dignify either with a verbal response, he just nods— giving them a small smile, quietly promising that he’d find them.

and we cut to tony stark, freshly recovered ( he should NOT be standing, he had woken up just a week earlier. ) reading through dozens of corrupted files and comes across two titled “runaway parker’s” and “peter’s memory spell schematics.”

when did he start playing hide n seek with a vigilante teen? and why the hell did he have so many files for him and spider-man?

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[sonicslushie]

Red Wine Supernova~P.P.

Summary: Peter meets the girl of his dreams and learns that he likes boxed wine. 

A/N: IF YALL DON’T LISTEN TO CHAPPELL ROAN THIS IS YOUR SIGN. DO IT NOW. THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY. Also we’re going to pretend that no way home never happened and Peter is happily in college with all of his friends, okay? Okay great. Also it has come to my attention that not everyone knows what a house show is, it’s basically a mini concert thrown in someone’s basement with local bands. I came home from college and was telling my work friends about the ones i went to and nobody had any idea what i was talking about. The more u know

Also a little fluff blurb i made bc i wanted to and didn’t feel like writing the part 2 to when the devil calls yet. enjoy

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Reader 

TW: drinking, a few bad words, v short, and BAD SUMMARY

Word Count: 1.5k

Peter Parker is a nerd. I mean we all know this, but he thought he would have grown out of that “phase” when he went to college. Well freshmen year of college at MIT rolled around, and he was still building legos with Ned, having movie marathons with his friends, and taking the nerdiest classes ever (or so MJ said). He never went out to parties, they didn’t really appeal to him. That is until tonight. 

Ned had been begging Peter to go to a college party, saying that they weren’t having a real college experience if they didn’t. MJ didn’t really mind the idea, so between the two of them, they convinced Peter it would be fun. Of course they couldn’t go to a frat because they don’t let dudes in, so they left it up to MJ to find a different party to go to. 

That and the boys had no idea how to find a party to go to. 

MJ had her connections, so the very next day she had a list of parties they could all attend together. The most appealing of the list being a house show not too far from them, some friends of MJ were throwing, and they said the three of them could stay for the after party. So the plan was set: get ready and pregame at Peter and Ned’s dorm and uber to the house show at 8. 

The three did just that, Peter had his first ever shot and almost threw up, then sucked it up and took about 5 more after MJ laughed at him. Ned had a mixed drink (Sex on the Beach, the broke college kid version) and MJ was right there throwing shots back with Peter and chasing them with beer. They were pregamed up and ready to hit the show. 

The car ride was a blur, the shots slowly hitting Peter, he didn’t know if he liked the feeling, but he already felt more open. A slight tingly feeling in his head and things were starting to be more fun. Even just poking MJ in the head was funny to him now, and her death glare is not a force to be reckoned with. 

Upon arriving, MJ went off to find her friends who lived at the house, and left Peter and Ned to do their own thing. A DJ was already in full swing, people were dancing and singing and laughing, it looked so fun. But Peter wasn’t quite drunk enough to join in all the carefree drunk shenanigans just yet. (He also didn’t know that a 10 minute car ride was not long enough to let the shots he already took to hit him yet.) He nudged Ned, who was swaying along to the Nelly song playing, towards the makeshift bar. They only had beer, great. He decided on a Bud Light, took one swig and almost spit it out. Maybe he would just hold it to look cool? Yeah, that’s exactly what he did. 

Him and Ned joined the crowd once again, Peter trying to look for MJ in the process. She was nowhere to be seen, so he decided to listen to the music and try to have fun. The crowded basement wasn’t exactly cool, he was starting to sweat and he didn’t know if it was from all the bodies in the room or the shots, maybe both. The room was starting to look a little blurry, and the sweat was building. He took a few sips of the beer to cool him down- hey it was starting to taste better! Who knew? 

The more beer he drank the more he wanted to dance to the music, and when his song (It Wasn’t Me by Shaggy) came on, he just had to get down. One second he was leaning against a wall, the next he was shaking ass on Ned who was surprised to see Peter do such moves. Though, somewhere in the process of shaking ass and doing the stanky leg, he moved a bit and started shaking hardcore ass on someone who didn’t feel like Ned. But he didn’t care, he LOVED this song and there was no better place than a room full of drunk college kids to let loose and show off his moves. 

That’s what he thought until the song ended, at least. He turned to who he thought was Ned, but instead came face to face with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Long hair, no bra, gorgeous eyes, exactly his type. Not to mention she was shaking ass right along with him not even a few seconds ago. He felt his blood drain from his face as he scratched the side of his neck, he might as well introduce himself since he just rubbed his ass all over her. 

“OH, sorry I thought you were my friend! I’m Peter Parker,” he shouted over the music, she was bouncing to it. She smiled at him, shouting back, “I’m Y/n! Keep dancing!” 

And he did just that. 

He spent the entire night dancing with her, even Ned broke out a few moves of his own. She shared her wine with him (which he liked way better than the beer, even if it was boxed), they smoked a cigarette (which he didn’t enjoy but wanted to try), and somewhere in the mix of the night she asked him if he wanted to makeout with her. He did, and by golly if it wasn’t the best few minutes of his life, he didn’t know what was. 

Eventually Ned found MJ and they decided it was time to go home, but Peter didn’t want to go home. He wanted to get to know you and he wanted to dance with you and maybe even get another kiss in before the end of the night. So he told the two that he’d text when he got home, and they were off. 

It was just you and him. And a room full of drunken bodies. 

The band that was playing wasn’t playing anything he knew, so he took his chance. 

“You wanna get out of here?” He shouted over the music, something changed in your eyes as you smiled at him, saying, “I’d love to.” 

You two made your way out of the house, Peter had realized he couldn’t bring you back to his place. Ned was there. And he had a twin sized (extra long!) bed. Not that he was planning not doing anything explicit, he kinda just wanted to talk to you and cuddle. He looked at you, you got the hint and offered, “You wanna go back to my place instead? Don’t really wanna bother Ned, ya know?” 

He nodded and within a few minutes you two were ubering to your place. In the car he realized he was DRUNK. Like board line blouted. His eyes couldn’t focus on one place and it felt like the world was spinning, better known as the spins. Just get through this car ride, then you can drink as much water as possible to sober up a bit, come on Peter, he was thinking to himself. The 5 minute car ride felt like forever, but almost as soon as you two stepped inside your apartment, he asked where the bathroom was. 

He made it in with only a few seconds to hit the toilet with his vomit. He made it in, barely, turning on the water to cover up the sound of his yacking. Great now if you kissed him again it would taste like liquor-y vomit. Fuck. 

He threw up as fast as he could so you wouldn’t think he was taking a shit or something, then washed his mouth out with the mouthwash he found sitting by the sink. Play it cool, Pete. 

You were waiting for him in your room, not wanting to disturb your roommates. You had soft music playing in the background and you were laying in your bed, he came in, sitting next to you. 

“Hey,” you whispered, a soft smile playing on your lips. 

“Hey,” he whispered back, wanting so badly to play with your hair. The urge took over him and he moved a piece out of your face, GOD it was so soft. You were perfect and even if he were completely sober he would still be falling for the thought of you. 

“I don’t know if you were wanting to do anything, but would you just wanna cuddle? I’m super drunk and I just want you to hold me.” You say, looking a little nervous. You didn’t want him to be one of those guys who just wanted a quick fuck, and luckily for you, he wasn’t. 

“That sounds perfect, but one thing,” he leans down and kisses you with gentle reassurance. He was there because he wanted to get to know you. He wanted to be with you. 

You two ended up cuddling and talking all night. You really were his dream girl, you two shared many of the same interests, you were passionate about the things you love, and passionate about the things you hate. You were everything he wanted- no needed- but for now sleep was the plan. 

And that's what you two did, right after a sweet little kiss goodnight.

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[married2myphone]

Chapter Four: Sleepover

Life As The Avengers' House Keeper

Pairings: Platonic! Avengers x Female Reader

Tags & Warnings: humour, fluff

Chapter Summary: Y/n was ready to spend the night alone and get some well needed me-time at the compound when she's greeted by a few guests she forgot were supposed to be there.

Word Count: 4.1k

Tag List: @olsensnpm, @natasha-belova, @caroldanvers2, @matchat3a, @venomsvl, @glxwingrxse

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Y/n hummed along to the music she was playing on her phone as she put on the face mask that May gifted her the last time she saw her. The rest of the house was incredibly silent and Y/n was making the most of it.

She had spent the entire day doing a whole load of chores, and normally she wouldn’t mind. But the Avengers decided to be especially messy today, so after getting tired of cleaning one room, cleaning the other, and going back to see that the room she just cleaned was messed up again, she had kicked them out of the compound so she could get things done in peace.

Now, she was done and the others weren’t set to come back for around two or three more hours like she asked, and Y/n had the house for herself. So, she decided to take some time to relax and have some leisure time.

She was wearing one of those huge, puffy, and soft robes that were so long that they hit the floor. She was also doing some skin care even though she didn’t actually know what she was doing, she just wanted to wear the mask cause it felt fun. 

Once she was done, Y/n suddenly felt the urge to drink some alcohol. But not any hard liquor. She was feeling classy today because of how productive she had been. There was always champagne in the house somewhere, and she might even cook herself a nice meal.

No, scratch that. She had done chores all day, she wasn’t going to ruin her leisure by cooking. She was gonna order shitty fast food instead. Y/n had put a ban on any fast food in the compound because Tony and the Twins kept ordering burgers and it wasn’t good for them.

But the rules didn’t apply to Y/n, and what nobody knew wouldn’t hurt them. Y/n grinned to herself in the mirror and grabbed her phone, pausing the music and pulling up the McDonald’s app. She walked out of her bathroom and made her way out into the living room, still humming the tune that was now stuck in her head.

“Ooh, nuggets.” Y/n said to herself as she walked into the kitchen and took out one of the wine glasses before looking through the bar and deciding what she wanted to drink. She gasped loudly and grinned at the bottle in front of her.

“I’m sure Tony wouldn’t mind me drinking this five hundred dollar bottle of Rosé all for myself, right?” Y/n mumbled as she took off the wax and started taking off the cork.

She was struggling a bit. Y/n turned around and tried pressing the cork against the counter. Sudden movement caught her eyes, and she looked up to see three figures sitting in the living room watching her.

“Oh my god!” Y/n yelped in shock just as the cork popped off, causing the champagne to explode and shoot out. 

Y/n stood in shock as she looked back to the living room to see Peter, Ned, and MJ watching her with confused looks on their faces.

“Do you normally talk to yourself while you’re alone?” MJ asked casually and Y/n let out a huff, placing the bottle on the counter before resting her hands on her hips, sending a narrowed look to the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

“Peter, what the hell are you doing here?” Y/n asked. How did she not hear them come in, and why didn’t Friday inform her?

“It’s Wednesday. I told you a week ago that me and my friends were coming here for a study group because we couldn’t hang out at mine.” Peter said and Y/n paused before grabbing her phone and checking the date, letting out a sigh once she realized the boy was right.

“Oh, Peter, I’m so sorry, I forgot. It completely left my mind.” Y/n apologized.

“No, no, no, it’s totally okay. We can leave if you’re busy and-” Peter said as he started packing his things.

“No, it’s fine. I wasn’t doing anything anyway, you guys can stay for as long as you want to.” Y/n said and Peter stopped what he was doing. 

“Are you sure?” He asked and Y/n smiled at the boy.

“Yeah, of course. I was about to order some McDonald’s, do you guys want anything?” Y/n asked, pulling up the McDonald’s app once more as she leaned against the counter.

“Oh, it’s fine, Y/n. We just ate and-”

“Could I get a Big Mac and large fries? Oh, and a sundae too.” MJ spoke up, cutting off Peter.

“Sure thing! Ned, do you want anything?” Y/n asked and Peter let out a sigh once he realized he was ignored.

“I’ll just have some nuggets and a chocolate shake. I’m already a bit full because I already ate before coming here.” Ned said and Y/n nodded.

“Peter?” She asked, raising her head to look at the boy who looked between Y/n and his friends before shrugging.

“I’ll have a double quarter pounder with cheese and a large diet coke.” Peter said as he sat back down.

“Ooh, I’ll get the same as you.” Y/n said as she put the order in, setting it to Tony’s card before laying her phone back down on the counter.

“I like your outfit by the way, Y/n.” Ned said and Y/n sent the boy a smile.

“Thank you, Ned. I worked really hard on it.” Y/n said, giving them a twirl as the bottom of the robe flared up a bit.

“You look relaxed.” MJ said and the three watched as Y/n grabbed the bottle of champagne and her wine glass (Tony would say she was being a disgrace which was even more of a reason for Y/n to do it), making her way over to the other side of the couch.

“I was going to spend the next few hours getting some well needed r&r before everyone came back, but I don’t mind the company.” Y/n said as she poured herself some Rosé before leaning back, raising her legs so they could rest on the table.

“Can I have a sip of that?” MJ asked as she watched Y/n drink.

“Sure, but don’t go too crazy. Wouldn’t want your parents blaming me for getting a bunch of teenagers drunk.” Y/n said as she handed the glass to MJ who took a sip. She seemed pleased, taking another one before returning the glass to Y/n.

“So, what are you guys studying?” Y/n asked as she leaned back against the couch.

“Oh we’re studying chemical compounds for a test coming up next week. It’s basically all about how-” And that’s when Y/n tuned out whatever Peter was saying.

“I don’t think she’s listening anymore.” MJ spoke up after Peter continued for two minutes.

“You lost me a chemical.” Y/n admitted honestly before letting out a groan.

“God, that reminded me of Dr. Kepler. Not a fun man, slowest talker I know.” Y/n said with an eye roll as she took another sip of her rosé.

“Who’s Dr. Kepler?” Peter asked and Y/n let out a huff in response.

“This creepy old scientist dude I used to work with when I was still in HYDRA. He’d supply me with these bombs and serums and stuff whenever I went out on mission and he would debrief me for hours and hours about how I should be careful with them. He had this nasally ass voice and he would not stop getting on my ass about how I was misusing his creations and stuff.” Y/n said, remembering all those times she had to sit and listen to that man talk about every single thing that went into making his serums, and not a single time did she listen.

“You used to work at HYDRA? Isn’t that, like, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s arch nemesis or something?” MJ asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Y/n used to be one of the best agents in HYDRA and she went undercover as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Avenger, but she was really trying to get information and stuff that HYDRA could use against them. But after becoming friends with everyone, she realized what she was doing wrong and helped them snuff out all the HYDRA agents pretending to be S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.” Peter explained happily, recalling the time Y/n told her the same story.

“That’s so cool! You got a whole redemption arc!” Ned said excitedly and Y/n shrugged nonchalantly, but she had a smug smile on her face.

“What can I say, I work better with the good guys.” She said, playfully brushing her shoulder and taking a sip from her rosé.

“As a housekeeper?” MJ asked with a raised eyebrow and Y/n scoffed.

“I’m telling you, kid, the Avengers can kick ass all they want and be the greatest heroes in the world, but without me, they wouldn’t last a day in this compound. You know how messy it gets in here when they’re left alone? Absolute chaos, and cleaning this entire compound after a party is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve seen some shit.” Y/n said and MJ smiled at Y/n, greatly impressed with her.

“Can you tell us some more stories about your time in HYDRA?” Peter asked with an eager look on his face.

“Aren’t you three supposed to be studying?” Y/n asked with a smile on her face, gesturing to all the books and notebooks they had laid out on the table.

“Yeah, but we can do that any day. Listening to you is way cooler.” Ned said, an equally excited look on her face. Y/n couldn’t help but feel incredibly flattered at this, grinning at the three in front of her and shifting in her seat.

“So there I was, trapped in a locked metal box that was sinking all the way to the bottom of the ocean, about to do some Houdini shit to keep myself alive.” Y/n started and the three shifted closer to hear Y/n’s story better. 

The three of them spent the next few minutes listening to Y/n’s stories, raising their hands whenever they had questions which Y/n gladly answered. When the food arrived, they all ate and continued to tell stories and just hung out like any regular group of friends.

“Alert. Unauthorized guests are making their way into the premises.” Friday suddenly said and the four of them froze where they were after processing the information.

“Friday, where are they and how many are they?” Y/n asked as she quickly got up.

“There are two of them, and they are currently entering from Ms. Romanoff’s balcony.” Y/n’s eyes hardened as she turned to the three.

“Peter, get Ned and MJ somewhere safe, I’ll handle it. I’ll call you if things go wrong.” Y/n said and Peter nodded, urging the other two to stand.

“Should I call Mr. Stark?” Tony asked and Y/n shook her head.

“There’s only two of them, so we should be fine. I wasn’t HYDRA’s best for nothing, after all.” Y/n said, giving the three of them a reassuring smile.

“Can we watch you fight?” Ned asked with bright eyes.

“As much as I’d love to show off my skills, I’m not risking you guys getting hurt. Now go on, I’ll take care of it.” Y/n said.

The three didn’t wait another second longer as they left the room. Y/n took a deep breath and downed the rest of her Rosé before carefully making her way over to Nat’s room.

She stopped in her tracks when she heard two voices approaching from around the corner. Y/n pressed herself back against the wall and carefully listened to the sound of them speaking. Right when they made the corner, Y/n stepped out and attempted to elbow one of them in the face.

“They always have a full bar, it’ll be fun, I- Woah!” Y/n felt her elbow be pushed off and Y/n used that momentum to spin and kick at the intruder, but they stepped away and grabbed her leg.

Y/n felt someone grab her shoulders and she quickly twisted her leg out of its hold before turning around and shoving the person behind her against the wall. She reeled her fist back, about to sock whoever the person was, but her eyes widened when she saw the face in front of her.

“Kate?” Y/n asked in confusion and Kate opened her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief when she realized they weren’t really getting attacked.

“Oh, look out!” Kate exclaimed, grabbing Y/n’s shoulder and pushing her down, ducking in time as the other person aimed a punch at the back of Y/n’s head, but their fist met the wall.

“Yelena?” Y/n asked once she saw the blonde hair above her, standing up so she was face to face with her.

“Y/n?” Yelena asked in shock before furrowing her eyebrows and looking the woman up and down.

“What are you wearing?” She asked, touching the soft fabric of Y/n’s robe.

“It’s my leisure suit.” Y/n answered and Yelena nodded her head with an impressed look on her face.

“It’s really soft, where did you buy it? I want one.” Yelena said, continuing to run her hands up and down the material.

“Oh, I have tons of them in my closet. I got this one as a gift, but I wanted more in different colors. You could borrow one if you’d like.” Y/n said and Yelena opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by Kate.

“Sorry to interrupt, but what the hell? Why did you just attack us like that?” Kate asked in an exasperated tone.

“I thought you guys were intruders! Why were you guys sneaking through Nat’s balcony instead of taking the front door like normal people!” Y/n retorted.

“My sister told us that everyone was out, we assumed the door would be locked and we don’t have a key. We told Friday we were friendly.” Yelena said as if the answer was obvious.

“Friday, why didn’t you tell me the “unauthorized guests” were just Yelena and Kate this whole time?” Y/n asked while looking up.

“I was told by Yelena not to inform any of the Avengers of her arrival, but I thought it would be appropriate to tell you that someone else had entered the compound.” Friday answered and Y/n let out a sigh.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” Yelena said and only now did it process in Y/n’s head that Yelena and Kate were in the compound.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you two so much!” Y/n said, pulling Yelena into a quick hug before pulling away and doing the same for Kate.

“It was only really supposed to be Yelena, but she dragged me out here to join her at the last minute.” Kate said sheepishly and Yelena let out a scoff.

“Always such a party pooper, Kate Bishop. We were supposed to just get drunk while waiting for everyone to come back, but apparently you’re here, so the three of us can get drunk together!” Yelena said while raising her arms up in excitement.

“Oh, I’d love to, but Peter and his friends are here.” Y/n said and Yelena let out a scoff.

“The more the merrier! They can get drunk with us.” Yelena said as she started walking to the main area.

“Yelena, they’re minors. We can’t get them drunk, that’s irresponsible.” Kate said and Yelena rolled her eyes.

“Are you trying to tell me you never drank alcohol before you turned eighteen?” Yelena asked.

“No, and I didn’t drink until I was twenty-one because the age limit here is different from where you’re from.” Kate said.

“Boo, you’re so boring. I had my first drink when I was fourteen.” Yelena said and Kate gaped at the blonde woman before turning to Y/n who shrugged at her reaction.

“I had my first drink when I was sixteen.” Y/n said before walking forward.

“Peter, come out, it’s safe!” Y/n called out once they made it back into the living room and Peter quickly stepped out of the broom closet with Ned and MJ, each of them wielding a broom in their hands as a makeshift weapon.

“Hey, spider.” Yelena said with a lazy wave as she jumped over the couch and rested her legs on the table after landing.

“Oh, Ms. Romanoff!” Peter said with a sigh of relief as he put the broom back into the closet.

“Kate’s here too.” Y/n said as she went over to the cabinet and took out two more wine glasses for Kate and Yelena.

“Hi, Peter.” Kate greeted as she went around the couch and sat next to Yelena.

“Nice to see you, Kate! Uh, these are my friends, Ned and MJ. Guys, that’s Yelena, Black Widow’s sister, and Kate, Hawkeye’s protégé.” Peter introduced as the three stepped back to their original seats.

“Oh, what, you ate McDonald’s without us?” Yelena complained when she saw all the wrappers on the table.

“If I had known you guys were coming, I would’ve ordered more food.” Y/n said as she set the glasses on the table while Kate pulled out her phone.

“What do you want, I’ll order for us.” Kate said, showing Yelena her phone and the woman hummed in thought.

“Get me the biggest burger they have. Oh, I also want one of those leisure suits of yours and whatever is on your face.” Yelena said and Y/n nodded.

“Sure thing. Do you guys want one of these robes and facemasks too? I probably have enough for everyone.” Y/n said, knowing full well she had more than enough, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, I want a red one!” Peter said, raising his arm.

“I’ll take blue!” Ned said, raising his hand as well.

“I’ll take black.” MJ said, raising her hand lazily and Y/n smiled at them before turning to Kate.

“I’ll have a purple one.” She said as she poured herself some of the Rosé on the table.

“What about you, Yelena? Pick a color.” Y/n said and Yelena hummed.

“I want a nice, soft velvet one.” Yelena said and Y/n grinned.

“I’ll be right back.” Y/n said as she went to her room.

It didn’t take that long for Y/n to come back with everything she needed, but to her surprise, the five of them were sitting around the table playing a round of Uno. Y/n guesses Peter was the one who took it from the board game cabinet.

“Parker, I will snap your neck off if you skip my turn one more time.” Yelena threatened the boy who gulped in fear.

“Y/n, we set aside some cards for you so you can join in.” Ned said, pointing to the seven cards laying face down on the table.

“Yelena peeked.” Kate said as she placed her card down causing Yelena to let out a gasp.

“I did not!” She exclaimed.

“She did, we all watched her do it.” MJ said and Y/n rolled her eyes playfully as she started handing out everyone’s robes and face masks.

“So how do we put this on?” Peter asked when he opened the pack, scrunching his face when he pulled out the gooey mask from inside.

“Just peel off the thing and put it on your face. Here, wear this so your hair doesn’t get in the way.” Y/n said, tossing a familiar bunny headband to Peter before tossing a simple headband to Ned.

“Thanks, Y/n.” Ned said and the two boys put the headbands on as they helped each other put their face masks on. 

“Oh, how did you do that?” Kate asked as she watched MJ put her hair into a braid.

“Do what?” MJ asked in confusion.

“Your hair. I could never figure out how to do a braid.” Kate said and Yelena whipped her head over to Kate with furrowed eyebrows.

“You don’t know how to do a braid?” She asked in shock and Kate shook her head.

“I was always more of a ponytail girl.” Kate said and Yelena gaped at the girl beside her.

“You can shoot a target better than Cint Barton, but you can’t do a simple braid?” Yelena questioned.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I could shoot better than him, but-”

“It’s a braid, Kate Bishop.” Yelena said.

“Hey, no, it’s fine. Here, I’ll teach you. Y/n, come here, I’ll demonstrate.” MJ said, waving over Y/n who went over to next to MJ before turning around and facing her back towards her.

“Here, watch, You divide her hair into three strands. Hold two in your dominant hand, and one in the other. Let’s call them a, b, and c. You cross c over b, a over c, then b over a. Then you just keep going until you have no hair left to cross over.” MJ said, demonstrating slowly before letting Y/n’s hair drop.

“Yelena, turn around, I want to try and braid your hair.” Kate said to Yelena who was putting her face mask on for her.

“My hair is already in a braid, braid your own hair.” Yelena said as she started putting her own face mask on. 

“But it looks so much more complicated when you do it on yourself.” Kate said and Yelena let out a groan.

“Fine.” She said as she turned around, undoing her braid and letting her hair fall.

“Here, Kate, I’ll braid your hair.” Y/n said as she started running her hair through Kate’s hair seeing as she was already seated in front of her.

“Peter, could you put my face mask on for me?” MJ asked as she started braiding Y/n’s hair again, but this time, she did two.

“Sure.” Peter said as he grabbed one of the face masks and carefully put them on his girlfriend’s face.

“Can I braid your hair too?” Peter asked and MJ sent the boy a smile.

“Go for it, but do it properly this time.” MJ said.

“Yes!” Peter cheered as she hopped over and sat behind her, pulling out her unfinished braid and started braiding her hair like she taught him.

“Oh, I want to braid your hair too! I’m gonna make a bunch of mini ones.” Ned said as he went to sit behind Peter, reaching up and starting to braid as well.

“There should be a bunch of hair ties in the box with all the face masks. Just grab one of those if you’re done.” Y/n said and they all started braiding each other’s hair while Yelena told some story about a mission she had just come home from.

Natasha let out a sigh as she made her way up the stairs while grabbing her keys out from her pocket. She had spent the first hour of being kicked out by Y/n by having a drink with everyone else, but eventually she just went driving around the city because she had nothing else to do.

By now, Y/n should be calm enough to not kick anyone out at the first sound of the door opening. 

When she made it to the door, she stuck her key inside the keyhole, but was surprised to see that the door had already been unlocked. With a shrug, Natasha walked into the compound and shut the door behind her.

“Y/n?” She called out, placing her keys on the rack before walking into the main area.

She stopped in her tracks when she saw the egregious sight of Y/n, her sister, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker, and his friends all lined up on the couch in long robes and face masks on, braiding each others hair and giggling as they told each other stories,

When they heard Natasha approach from behind them, they all turned to face her at the same time and Natasha would be lying if she said she didn’t almost get chills at the sight.

“I’m not even gonna ask.” She said with a sigh as she walked past them, pretending she didn’t see them in the first place.

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[parkerpeter24]

4 months post spell, reader is cleaning her room bcz she is moving to uni. She comes across a box labeled "open me when sad or just looking for happiness" she opens it leading to smack of memories and recalls the boy she meets almost daily in park at eve.

Take it over bro, i trust u with this piece. 😘

hope this turned out nice <3

pairing : mcu!peter x reader

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four months since the multiversal chaos. all it took was a few minutes to make everything go back to normal, as peter thought of it, but nothing was normal since.

he lost.

the one time spider-man didn’t fight, instead trying to heal all the bad guys he’d thought would die without his help, he lost the most important people in his life. he lost may, ned, mj and you.

he lost his own identity, now no one knew him as peter parker. he was just another face in the crowd and sometimes peter thought it all was for the better— everything was better now— but other times, he missed the days he used to go on those little walks with you. he missed them more than anything. you both had bonded over the evenings where you went on and on about your day, making silly jokes to get a little laugh out of the brunette, and he’d do the same.

what he wouldn’t do to have that again with you. now it felt like all peter could do was catch a glimpse of you whenever he was on a patrol, passing by your old apartment or your favourite coffee shop where you two used to sit for hours, completing your homeworks.

you were recently packing your stuff because you were finally going to move to a dorm at your uni. you couldn’t believe you got into the college of your dreams and even though it was a bit far from your friends, ned, harry and mj, it was still worth it.

peter had finished his patrol for the day and was sitting on a rooftop across your apartment with his favourite delmar’s sandwich in his hands. he watched down through your open window— not in a creepy way, he just liked watching the skyline from this roof, as the two of you did when things were normal— as you shuffled through your wardrobe.

you were searching for any more stuff to pack around your room when your eyes fell on a red, velvety corner of what you could only assume to be a jewellery box, except that when you pulled it out it looked way bigger for a jewellery box.

it appeared dusty, as if it hadn’t been touched in several weeks, or even months. four months.

you brushed your fingers over the 3-digit combination lock that was protecting the contents inside it and for some reason the numbers 108 danced before your eyes. it was someone’s birth date but you couldn’t really recall whose.

on the inside of the lid was a sticky note, inscribed on which were the words, “for when you miss me.” your brows furrowed as you plucked the piece of paper and examined it. whom was this note even refering to, you wondered.

the next thing you noticed were the two tickets to a star wars movie. you picked them up after placing the note down over your carpet, the material of the pink coloured receipt sparking a memory in your brain but it was too blurry.

“okay, my eyes are closed.” you smiled, holding out your hands as he sat beside you. the two of you had taken another trip down to the park in the evening. the weather was cloudy and you hadn’t brought an umbrella but he wanted to show you something special so you just sat on the bench and did as he said.

you sighed, not being able to recall who he was.

there was some shuffling as the brunette pulled out something from his pocket, holding it right it front of your eyes, “you can open ‘em now!” you could practically hear the grin in his voice.

“oh my god...” you mumbled, discarding the tickets right beside the note from earlier before going back to shuffling through the contents of the box until your hand wrapped around a weird device covered in webs

“come on, cheer up, (y/n)!” peter nudged your side as the two of you entered the huge opera hall behind the rest of your classmates.

“i don’t see a reason to cheer up, pete. it’s gonna be four hours of opera tonight, and we just missed the coolest carnival for it all!”

that night, peter had told you to stay in for the opera show as you saw your classmates sit beside each other in the, almost empty, theatre. you obviously hadn’t listened as you followed him outside through the exit.

not to your surprise, just a few minutes later you were witnessing a fight between a weird lava monster and peter, who was now dressed in a suit nothing akin to his original one. this one was black. you remembered betty had called for his help, refering to him as ‘night monkey’.

the piece of metal in your hands was a remnant of that fight in prague. those webs belonged to peter.

“peter..” you mumbled the name. it rolled off your tongue so easily, like you were used to saying it.

unbeknownst to you, peter had travelled down the roof of the opposite building as soon as he saw you pull out the box full of memories. his senses went into an overdrive as he heard his name pass your lips through the partly open window and all he wanted to do was reach out.

but he waited and watched you pull out a letter from the box. the envelope was torn from the sides and it looked like it had been read ages ago before being stored but it had just been four months.

“you’re going to forget me.” he mumbled.

“that’s not a possibility.” you chuckled, assuring him as the two of you looked at the stars above. peter had brought you to his favourite spot after a dinner date at your house– going out was not a preference after mysterio revealed his identity– and the topic had somehow rose, “i do think, however that you could forget me, now that you’re famous.”

you heard him chuckle at your comment, turning to look at the brunette and noticed his eyes were already on you. both of you leaned into a soft kiss, your hand caressing peter’s cheek as his lips moulded against yours.

peter was the first to break the kiss, taking a deep breath, “how about i write you a letter just in case you forgot me.”

“how about i do the same.”

you hadn’t even noticed that you were crying till you felt the tears fall onto the back of your hand. peter’s heart ached watching you wipe the tears off your face but he wasn’t sure what to do. he watched you place the letter back into the box and place the lid to enclose the contents, losing all hope that you could ever remember him.

but the next second, you picked up your phone and dialled a number. and peter recieved a call.

you had remembered his phone number.

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[get-your-fics]

Boyfriend

Summary: You never would’ve left her alone for someone else to take her home.

Pairing: Michelle Jones x dark!fem!reader (w/ a side of MJ x Peter)

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Non-con, cheating, characters are in high school but are 18, underage drinking

Note: this is a very very late birthday present for my wife @darksideofthecocoamoon inspired by “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and spurred on by my need to assert my dominance over tom

Dating Peter wasn’t bad by any means, but it wasn’t perfect either.

MJ knew what she was getting into when she found out he was Spider-Man. Every relationship had its problems, of course, but it was different when you were dating a superhero, and an avenger at that.

All that to say, making time for each other was hard. He’d be gone on missions for days at a time, sometimes at the drop of a hat without so much as a word to MJ letting her know where he was. It sent her into an anxiety spiral, chewing her nails down to the quick as she thought about what he was doing, if he’d have another close call, or if he’d even come back at all.

She’d offered her help, of course, but Peter was insistent that she stayed out of it as much as possible. “I’m already putting you in enough danger just by being with you,” he said with his trademark puppy dog pout. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ve lost too many people I care about as it is.”

And despite how many times she told him he wouldn’t lose her, or how she could be of use to him (not to mention how she vaguely implied he was sexist by continuing to allow Ned to help him), he wouldn’t budge, so she backed down and dropped the topic altogether.

But all that was minor compared to you.

You were friends with Peter long before MJ started dating him, or talking to him, let alone even watching him. Your friendship always perplexed her, considering your other closest friend was Flash Thompson, the guy who went out of his way to torment Peter any chance he got, but she supposed that really wasn’t any of her business.

What really bothered her was that you didn’t like her and she didn’t know why. She constantly went out of her way to make small talk with you or include you whenever she, you, Peter, and Ned hung out together, but you made zero effort to make her feel welcome in return.

And the way you looked at her. God, she could feel your ice cold stare burning into her from across the room, like you were trying to snap her neck with the weight of your gaze alone.

MJ tried to bring it up to Peter once. “Have you ever dated her?”

He furrowed his brow. “What? No.”

“Or had a crush on her or anything?” she continued to pry.

“No, MJ, we’ve always just been friends.” He shook his head. “Where’s all this coming from?”

She sighed. “I don’t think she likes me very much, and I was wondering if it was because she’s jealous.”

“Babe, of course she likes you.” He slung an arm around her shoulder.

“She has a weird way of showing it,” she muttered under her breath.

He laughed. “Okay, she can be a little protective, but it’s just because she wants what’s best for me. I’ve known her since we were in diapers. We’re practically related.” He gave her shoulder a squeeze. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

She mumbled acquiescence, but his words did little to reassure her, not as the days went by and the intense staring continued.

MJ couldn’t care less about parties, but Peter, on the other hand, didn’t want to miss a single one, even if it was being thrown by his mortal enemy, Flash Thompson. His need to partake in teenage experiences would forever be unsatisfied, but after losing his parents and enduring the burden of being Queen’s sanctified hero, MJ didn’t mind indulging him every now and then.

Even if it meant halfway through, Peter and Ned decide to ditch her. “I have something I have to take care of.” He gave her a knowing look.

“I’ll come with you,” she blurted without thinking.

“No, you stay here.” He was already backing away from her. “I’ll be back soon.”

He and Ned were working their way through the crowd before she could protest any further. She felt like a deflated balloon as she watched them go. Sure, she knew it would be selfish to keep him from his duties, especially when lives were most likely at stake. But she also knew that when Peter said ‘be back soon,’ she probably wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the night.

She relented and glued her back to the wall, scrolling through her phone to distract herself from the bodies grinding to the regurgitated pop music around her. She was pulled from her feed when someone crashed into her, spilling their drink in the process.

“Oh, shit!” She looked up to see you staring at her wide-eyed. “MJ, I didn’t see you there. I'm so sorry.”

Of course you didn’t. She suppressed an eyeroll. She already knew you were present at the party. She caught a glimpse of you earlier clinking glasses and joking around with Flash. She should’ve known the second Peter left you’d seize the opportunity to humiliate her without him present.

She looked down to see the front of Peter’s sweatshirt she was wearing soaked through, reeking of liquor, and her phone screen pitch black in her hand. Great.

You noticed her stained hoodie as well. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” you continued to apologize profusely.

“It’s alright.” She averted her gaze, rubbing her arm.

“Did I get your phone too?” You looked down at the phone in her hand.

She clicked the power button a couple times, but nothing happened. The cherry on top of a shit sundae.

“I’ll get you a new one,” you insisted.

She tried not to gawk. “You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.” You winked at her, and she blanched. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the throng of partygoers before she could refuse. You led her into the laundry room and closed the door behind her, enshrouding you in darkness.

“Are you sure it’s okay that we’re in here?” MJ glanced side to side wearily.

“Oh, yeah. Me and Flash are like siblings. I practically live here.” You dismissed her concern with a wave of your hand. “Take off your hoodie so I can wash it.”

You reached for the hem of the sweatshirt, tugging it upwards. She awkwardly raised her arms and allowed you to remove the oversized garment, figuring it was better not to argue and go along with whatever you wanted. She shielded her bare torso, left in nothing but her bra.

You blinked at her exposed chest before turning towards the washing machine. You threw the sweatshirt inside, adding soap and pressing a few buttons before the machine started to shake.

You faced her and shrugged out of your hoodie. “Here, wear this while we wait.” You threw it to her. “It’ll probably be a little bit.”

She barely managed to catch it. She put it on and zipped it up all the way. It was significantly more snug to her body than she would’ve liked.

You looked her up and down. “That looks good on you. Fits better than that ratty sweatshirt.” You snickered. “You can keep it if you want.”

“That’s okay.” She shrugged. She didn’t understand why you were being nice to her out of the blue when before you looked like you wanted to skin her alive.

“What were you doing all by yourself?” You leaned your hip against the washer. “Where’s Peter?”

“He had to… take care of something.” She cringed at her poor delivery. At least it wasn’t technically a lie.

You tilted your head. “So he left you alone?”

She shifted uncomfortably under the weight of your gaze. “It’s not like that.”

“Well, I wouldn’t leave you on your own.” You moved closer to her. “I’d be afraid someone else would try to snatch you up.”

She shriveled under the weight of your gaze, but where she expected to see pure hatred, she found something else even more perplexing.

Was that… desire?

The entire world seemed to shift on its axis as she looked at you through brand new eyes. She’d thought you were jealous of her the entire time, but maybe Peter was the one you were really envious of.

“I’d treat you so much better than he does.” You reached up and cupped the side of her face in your hand. “I’ll even give you a little taste.”

Before she could stop you, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers. She went stock still, eyes wide open in shock as your lips locked. She meant to push you away, but her muscles froze.

Your hand on her face reached up as you deepened the kiss, fingers tangling in her curls. You scraped your teeth against her bottom lip, softly tugging on it. You licked into her open mouth, tongue stroking against hers and coaxing it to life.

You pulled away with an audible pop, eyes half-lidded and a hint of a smirk toying at the corners of your lips. MJ gained a small semblance of clarity through the daze she was in to stammer, “But what about Pete?”

You hummed, scraping your nails pleasantly against her scalp. “What about him?”

She tried to ignore the tingles shooting down her spine. “He’s your best friend.”

You snorted. “I’d hardly call him a friend. He’s more like a pet that does what I tell him to.” You started to walk her back. “And sometimes, pets who misbehave need to have their toys taken away from them.”

The back of her legs bumped against the rumbling washer, and MJ’s hands reached out for you to stabilize herself before she could trip. You nipped at her throat, a growl low in your chest as your hands wandered like you were mapping the plane of her body. She squeaked as one hand found her breast, kneading the small mound over the soft fabric of the hoodie you’d leant her.

The other continued its search lower, plunging beneath the denim of her jeans. She mustered up enough strength to grasp your wrist. “Wait… I’ve never…”

You cocked your head. “You and Pete haven’t…?” She shook her head as you trailed off. Your eyes raked over her, and you scoffed. “I don’t understand how he could keep his hands off of you.”

Her hold on your wrist disintegrated as your hand dove beneath the elastic band of her underwear, fingers playing with the hair at her pelvis. They delved lower and traced the length of her slit, stopping at her clit and rubbing teasing circles.

Her body tensed as an unfamiliar sensation stirred in her core. Your lips curled into a pleased smirk. “Maybe he knows he can’t please you the way I can.”

Your fingers found her entrance, and her face screwed up as you pushed an appendage into her. She gripped your shoulders, digging her nails into the fabric of your shirt as you set an agonizingly slow pace.

You shushed her. “That’s it,” you coaxed her in a low voice. “You’re doing so well for me.”

A squelch was heard over the roar of the washer as her arousal eased the way for your intrusion. Your finger pumped in and out of her without resistance, slick pooling in the palm of your hand. You added another one, and she grimaced as her channel stretched to accommodate both fingers.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get you alone,” you purred into her ear. Your thumb found her clit and brushed against the sensitive nub in time with your strokes.

She pushed down on your shoulders, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. “Don’t…” Her voice came out breathy as she squirmed against you. “Stop…”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on stopping,” you rasped, shooting her a wink.

You curled your fingers, stoking the fire blooming white hot in her core. Your chest pressed flush against hers, pinning her between you and the washer. The vibrations of the machine shot through her, and the knot coiling in her gut grew worse.

Moans and gasps escaped her lips as she tried to fight against it, to suppress whatever it was your fingers brought to life in her until it was almost painful to resist. But she couldn’t stop herself as you pushed her over the precipice.

She felt like she was floating as her muscles seized, her walls spasming around your fingers. She made a high-pitched keen so unlike her as white dots burst across her vision. Your fingers never stopped thrusting, and her stomach dropped as she came down from her high.

You pulled your fingers out and stuck them in your mouth, slurping the juices sticking to your skin. You removed them with a salacious pop before capturing her lips in a kiss. She tasted herself on your tongue as it tangled with hers.

You pulled away, your lips shiny with a mixture of saliva and slick. MJ’s head felt like it was spinning as you ran your hand down the length of her arm. “Forget about the sweatshirt. It’s probably ruined anyway.” You threaded your fingers through hers and tugged. “And if you don’t want that hoodie, I have plenty of other clothes at my place to make up for it.”

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[jahayla-parker]

Bewitched Love : Peter Parker x Reader

Part 28

Bewitched Love Series Navigation

Desc. & Warnings: 1k wc, see navigation for description and warnings

Recap:

Y/n pulled Peter back in for one last kiss. She held onto him tightly even as she pulled back. “I believe in you,” Peter promised, truth shining in his hopeful eyes, making y/n smile. She nodded appreciatively at him as he stepped aside to let her do her thing. eter nodded in silent agreement.

As the skyline shifted colors, y/n took a deep breath. She watched Strange’s spell begin to take shape. The now-cured villains started to disappear from this universe, their cosmic presences fading until they were no longer present. Then the same thing happened with the other Peters.

Y/n knew what was coming next and looked over at her boyfriend. She and Peter shared one final look. Y/n gave him a weak smile and mouthed a silent "I love you". She felt her tears falling down her cheeks as she tried not to panic or doubt herself.

Peter saw y/n’s tears and gave her an encouraging smile. “You can do this,” he mouthed silently. Peter smiled again to show her he believed in her ability to do what she was about to try. He wordlessly swung away to give her space to concentrate without him being a distraction.

Y/n was grateful for Peter’s support and encouragement. But, she could still feel the sense of doubt sitting deep in her stomach. She had never tried to do something like this before. While y/n promised Peter she’d not interfere with the premise of the spell, she was not sure she could truly prevent that.

But, y/n knew Peter believed she’d could and trusted her to do so. So, even though she could feel the doubt gnawing at her, she chose to ignore it. Y/n smiled to herself as an idea came to her mind. While she recognized there was some doubt and fear lingering inside her, she chose to not let it weigh her down or influence her thoughts. Instead of trying to put her trust in herself, y/n chose to put her trust in Peter’s faith in her. She knew that no matter how much she believed in herself, or how little doubt she might have, nothing would measure up to the way Peter wholeheartedly believed in her.

Y/n was starting to feel dejected when she only saw Strange’s energy around her and not her own. She had already begun her counterspell, but nothing seemed to be happening. Although, she had to remind herself that she didn’t even know what it should look or feel like if it did work. Nonetheless, her doubt began to rise from its place in her stomach as she watched Ned and MJ disappear from their place by the statue.

Y/n tried to still remain positive and self assured. But, as she watched Strange’s energy grow and spread through the area, she wanted to cry. She couldn’t lose Peter. Y/n knew she should continue to focus on the spell she’d thought of to help the handful of people Peter wanted to remember remember. Except, even Peter’s faith in her wasn’t enough to dispel the fear over not being able to remember Peter if she didn’t succeed. But, y/n wasn’t going to let her fear ruin that either.

It was a chaotic paradox and a complete catch 22. Her doubt over whether the counterspell would work risked it not working. Meanwhile, if she let her faith in Peter’s belief in her make her overly optimistic and overly confident, she risked not doing nearly enough to make the spell successful.

As the air around her warmed and the sky started to shine, y/n closed her eyes. She concentrated her cosmic energy on the counterspell as she replayed Peter’s support in her mind. Y/n’s palms faced upwards as she hovered slightly above the ground, azure waves of light and energy radiating from her body. Y/n pleaded with her mind and powers to trust Peter’s faith in her.

Y/n opened her eyes just as Strange raised his hands to finalize the last of his spell. She knew she did all she could with the counterspell. She focused on repeating Peter’s words of encouragement in her mind any time a sliver of doubt that it wasn’t enough would creep into her mind.

Y/n watched as the sky around her and Strange brightened violently, signaling the finality of his spell was moments away. She lowered herself from the sky until her knees were pressed into the dirt, her wounded shins laying flat against the ground. Y/n had decided it wasn’t safe to try and plead with her powers again, after all she’d just tried to get them to trust Peter, pleading with her abilities would only signal she didn’t trust herself enough. So instead, she closed her eyes tightly as she curled in on herself. Her mind wandered through her experiences with Peter as the sky around her continued to shift. Something came to mind, a spell of sorts. Except, it was not anything taken from any text, nor the Book of Shadows she used a spell from to counterbalance Strange’s spell, and not even the darkhold. Rather, it was the one she’d unconsciously used during their Europe trip. When Agatha had drained y/n of nearly all her energy and power, y/n unconsciously began muttering the phrase salutem invenire, find salvation. It had resulted in y/n finding herself in the same place Peter had been moments before. Her unconscious mind and/or her powers considered Peter to be her salvation. So, y/n decided to give that a shot.

The way y/n saw it, she wasn’t doubting herself by silently longing to remember her salvation. Instead, if anything, she felt it was a sign of her faith in herself. After all, it was through her recollection of how it had worked the last time, through trusting that her powers knew her well enough to know who/what her salvation was, and through trusting that her powers were capable of doing what it took to protect/remember that.

Having convinced herself it was safe and worthwhile, y/n blocked out everything else around her as she thought of Peter. Except, she didn’t long to have her powers salutem invenire -find salvation. For, y/n knew as long as she could remember who Peter was after the succession of Strange’s spell, she’d never stop searching until she found him. So, it was more important to focus on what she really longed for. To remember Peter. To remember her salvation. Y/n’s mine went blank and silent other than her silent mental spell casting.

Salutem mement mi.

…

Salutem mement mi.

….

Salutem mement mi.

….

Through her closed eyelids, y/n could sense the brightness around her as the sky flashed violently bright. Salutem mement mi, remember my salvation, she thought one last time before everything went dark.

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Guilty

Description: you guys go on the trip to Italy but it doesn’t end very well

Pairing: Peter Parker x black fem reader

It’s been a while , I didn’t know what to write about please don’t get me 😭 - v

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They were everywhere…literally everywhere, i couldn’t even turn the corner without seeing them smooching off of each other

We are currently in Italy for a school trip and I kinda regret coming, there’s so much couples everywhere and I cannot seem to escape

Plus looks like Peter is hopping in the bandwagon right behind ned with trying to get with MJ

“What happened to being American bachelors in Europe” I heard peter say to ned

“Dude I’ve changed those were words of a little boy, I’m a man” Ned said to peter

“Jesus Christ Ned you just get a girlfriend now your acting like your some kinda of saint” I said flipping through my engineering book

“Y/n- you weren’t even in this conversation” Ned replied frowning a bit “she’s kinda right through” Peter said to Ned

“Peter you still trying to do that plan?” I looked at him “yeah hopefully I can go through with this without any problems ahead” he said

“When is there never not a problem Peter? Guarantee you might have to pull out the suit” I whispered to him “but anyways enough with the couple talk I can’t stand it” i put my book back in my tote bag

I wore a green tan and brown striped shirt , black slacks with checkered print vans, I put my dreads in a lazy ponytail and I had glasses on even though I could see perfectly fine I just wanted to wear them with my outfit

“Y/n your style is weird” Ned said, I looked up at him “whaddya mean?” He thinks for a moment “I don’t know it’s lazy yet so professional” he added

“Lazy yet so professional? Hm I’ll take it” I said smiling at him “how did you even come up with this style anyway?” Peter said I looked up at him “oh I just had inspiration from certain people” I nodded to myself

“That’s cool, who are those people?” He said curiously “uh- favorite artist like people I listen to” I said to him it was a bit awkward probably because I confessed to him 5 months ago and he sadly turned me down but I moved on …..kinda?

“oh nice nice” he said to me I nodded and folded my arms “well long trip ahead I better go get some snacks” I said to the two and walked away

While I was walking away to one of the random stores I heard “WAIT” I turned around and saw peter running towards me “what the..” I mumbled confused on why he was running towards me

He stopped right in front of me out of breath “are you good?” I said to him “y-yeah I’m fine you just walk really fast” he said to me still out of breath

“yeah I get that a lot” I chuckled to myself “but why did you run over here for ?” “I needed your advice about my plan-” I shucked my teeth and walked away “nope I don’t wanna hear about couples”

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We arrived at the hotel and everyone else left but, I didn’t feel like going out so I stayed in, plus all that lovey dovey would rub off on me

I sighed and pulled out my phone and started scrolling through social media, but it was filled up with couple posts and pictures of our classmates on the trip

I groaned and turned off my phone “let’s just take a nap” I said to myself, I laid down and got comfortable and drifted off to sleep

-

Knocking woke me up from my nap, I sat up rubbing my eyes “just a moment” I said getting off the bed “what the hell” I said to myself

I opened the door and found peter and Ned standing there “what?” I said clearly tired Ned opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off “wait wait wait, before you start if it has to do with anything couple related I will shut this goddamn door on your face” I said now fully awake

“We got attacked” Ned said “attacked how what?” I said confusedly “actually wait come in” I said opening the door wider so they can step in the hotel room

“What happened?” I said with my arms crossed “some big water giant attacked us” Ned said “thank god that guy was there, without him we’ll be toast” he added

“You got Spider-Man right there what you mean?” I said pointing to peter “did you do anything peter ?” I turned to him

He nodded “yeah I webbed up some buildings so they wouldn’t fall and also held up a tower but it fell” I nodded “okay at least nobody is hurt” i said while sitting down

“But what do you want me to do about this? You guys had to come to me for something” I said looking at the pair

They stared at me

“What…?” I said shifting uncomfortably

“Y/n….can you…”

“Don’t tell me you want me to upgrade your suit” I said grabbing my brown coat

“Listen…I know you only do that if it’s necessary but I really need it” Peter said desperately

I looked at peter “look…I’m sorry but, I have no lab to work in and I didn’t bring my materials with me…I’m sorry Peter” I said looking at him sitting on the bed next to ned

Peter nodded and got up while leaving the room , ned slowly looked back at me and mouthed ‘sorry’ and closed the door behind him

I then plopped down on the bed and held my hands to my face “why the hell would I do that”

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The Pictures on Your Phone

Btw, in the beginning, I set it up like you were in a place like Main Event or a place like that.

Summary: After finding pictures taken by you on his phone, Peter realizes that his feelings aren’t what he thought they were

Warning: stealing someone’s phone (kinda), fluff, confused peter

“Should I do it? I kinda want to but I don’t know, should I?” You asked Mj, who was still laughing at the fact that you had just taken Peter’s phone out of the bag the boys entrusted you with and were now holding his phone in your hand. She nodded, partly because she wanted to see if you would actually take pictures on his phone, and partly because she thought it would be funny for him to find later.

“Ok, let’s see, how to do— oh there we go!” You said as you finally found the camera button on his Lock Screen. His android phone didn’t help the camera quality, because why would it.

“What should I even take pictures of?” You asked your best friend, who quickly responded with “do one of that guy with the ponytail over there”. She was still laughing, like she always did. You quickly took a few pictures of the people around you, some of your friends, and then a few of yourself, which ended up being deleted.

Once you saw people start to flood out of laser tag, one of them being Peter, you quickly stuffed his phone back into the sack and tided it back like it was so it would look untouched. You weren’t gonna tell Peter about the pictures, that was for him to find out later, but you were gonna ask him about the crack on his screen.

When Ned came over to the table you were sitting at, you noticed Peter was behind him. So naturally you took it as an opportunity to ask him about his phone screen. Thank you Mj for daring you to do that.

“Hey Peter, has your phone always been cracked in the bottom right corner?” You asked, tilting your head slightly to the right as you handed Ned the bag.

“Yeah, why?” He asked skeptically. He was a little taken aback by your question, not knowing you would ask him something like that. Because, let’s be honest, when did you really ever ask him stuff that wasn’t related to school or the boys being stupid.

“Oh, no reason” you answered sweetly, turning around and going back to the table where your best friend was seated.

Not another word was spoken between you and Peter after that. He was weirded out for sure by your somewhat odd behavior (in his mind, he didn’t know how weird you could be yet). He had never been asked a such out of the blue question by you, so he wanted the reason behind your question.

Once Peter got home from school, he went into investigation mode. He searched through his phone, until he opened up his photos. There it was. The thing you had done to his phone was non other then flood it with pictures of you, your friends, and random people you thought looked ‘cool’. He looked through all of them, because why not, deleting the ones he didn’t like and recovering the deleted photos he wanted to keep. But for some odd reason he couldn’t explain, he keep ever picture of you, even if it was bad.

He had never had someone do this on his phone before, so he was confused as to why you would do this. After countless hours of scrolling through YouTube, trying to figure out what it meant if someone took pictures on your phone (and you liked the pics), the only conclusion he could come to was one he didn’t want to believe. He didn’t know if it was true or not, but after looking into the things people do if they like you, he started to believe it was true.

The next day at school was interesting for Peter. He asked you what happened to his phone yesterday, and all you said was you took harmless pictures of people on it (which were truly harmless). He tried to ask you why you did it, but all you said was “because why not, it was fun”, which was not the answer he was looking for.

But things only got weirder for him when he saw you in the hallway, sitting in a corner talking to Mj and Betty during your finals break. You were laughing, making jokes, and just talking, and Peter was walking around with Ned.

That’s when it hit him. When he heard you talking about him, telling Betty about what happened yesterday, and joking about it with Mj, all he could do was think about the pictures of yourself you had taken. All of them, which were still on his phone, were somehow different then the other pictures to him. Something about them made him look at you in a different way, a way that made him unsure about his feelings for you. But when he heard you talk about him, that was it. He was sure of it know. Peter liked you.

Friday was the last day of finals, which meant that Christmas break was only a day away. Now that Peter knew he liked you, he was almost sad that there was a break in school, because that meant he wouldn’t see you. But that feeling was put on hold when you came up to him in the hallway after the science final.

“Peter, when’s your birthday?” You asked him, making his heart warm at the sound of your voice (which was a weird thing for him).

“Why do you need to know? Your not trying to break into my phone are you?” He asked questioningly, trying to cover up the fact that he had butterflies in his stomach.

“No reason” you responded. Right after you stopped talking, all that could be heard was Betty’s annoying voice (or at least to Peter) .

“Don’t tell her! She’s gonna try to break into your phone! I repeat, don’t tell her! It’s gonna be your phone or your iPad” she said as she walked up behind you, interrupting your perfectly normal conversation with Peter, like she always did.

“Come on! I’m not gonna break into your stuff Peter, I promise. Can I not just ask for someone’s birthday? Do I always have to have a reason behind my actions!” The last part you said more to Betty, because you were mad at her, but she was unfazed and quickly responded with “Yes, yes you do”.

Peter was, for the most part, quiet and didn’t talk. He mainly just watched you angrily yell at Betty and her tell you your feelings and actions like she knew you like the back of her hand (she didn’t, Mj knew more about you and your actions then Betty did).

You stormed off angrily, mad that Betty wouldn’t let you have a conversation, while Betty stayed behind and told Peter to never tell you his birthday. He agreed, not really paying attention to Betty as he was more focused on you.

Of course Peter was weirded out, but amused. He couldn’t stop thinking about how mad you were, and how cute you looked when you were mad. In Peter’s mind, you were adorable, which was still new to him. He had never had a crush before, which made you his first, also leaving him with the realization that he had no idea what to do about it.

Christmas break was interesting to say the least. I mean, other then Christmas Day, most of his Christmas break was spent thinking about you. And whatever the heck he was going to do about his, massive, crush on you. But he came up with a plan. A plan he did know would even work, but he was going to try, after making sure May liked it of course.

May had always been good with this kinda stuff, so she must have a solution, right?

After explaining his, very poor, plan to May, who scrunched her nose at it, Peter decided he might as well give up. Until May told him a very valuable piece of advice.

“You said Y/n‘s never done this to anyone else right?” She asked, wanting to make sure her information was correct before she told her nephew the thing that would change his relationship with you forever.

“Yeah, she’s only done it to me, which I still don’t get”

“Have you ever noticed how people tend to do weird things when they’re in love?” May asked, trying not to sound like a therapist (mission failed).

“I mean, some people act weird yeah…” he said questionably, confused as to what his aunt was talking about.

“Peter, are you really that blind?” She asked getting a little frustrated, knowing Peter had no idea where she was going with this. May could have said it out loud and Peter not known. He was that clueless.

“What do you mean?”

May sighed, could she be any more obvious?

“What I mean is, you know how you get nervous around Y/n?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, that’s never happened before. People tend to do things that aren’t normal for them, especially when they love someone, like for you getting nervous around Y/n.” She said, hoping Peter would connect the dots.

“Omg” he mumbled under his breath. There it is. The light bulb had just gone off, and man it was bright, even May saw it.

“What do I do?” He asked. Peter had never been in love before, let only have someone love him back.

“Do what you think feels right in the moment, trust me.” She said, smiling at her nephew, who nodded his head and turned to leave the room when he heard his aunts voice again.

“Oh and Peter?” He turned back around to face his aunt.

“She really does love you”

“Thanks for all your help May, I’ll be home soon, I promise” he told her as he headed to the door.

“Good luck!” She yelled as she heard the front door close.

Peter texted you, asking if it was ok for him to come over. He didn’t want to just barge in, especially without you knowing.

Once he got your apartment, your mom let him in, making him aware that you were in your room.

As Peter opened the door to your room, he caught sight of you. You hair slightly blowing in wind, the hoodie you had on (that was definitely Peter’s), and how you shivered in the cold as you sat on your fire escape. He wasted no time going over to the fire escape, sitting down next to you.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in” you told him, your eyes never leaving his.

Peter chuckles at your obliviousness.

“It’s fine, I just got here anyway” at that, you smiled. Dang was he cute in his Midtown High sweatshirt.

“Hey so I wanted to talk to you about something,” he started, the nerves in his stomach becoming more evident by the second. Peter came here for one reason, and if he was going to accomplish it, he had to do it (even if he was petrified).

“What’s up?” You asked as you shifted so you could face him.

“Ok—” he took a deep breath. “I don’t really know how to say this, and for the record I’m really nervous—” you cut him off.

“Hey, you can tell me anything, there’s no reason to be scared. You know I’m always hear for you. Just breath.” You told him as you gently grabbed his hands, taking them in your own as you gave them a reassuring squeeze.

You knew Peter pretty well, which meant that you could tell when he was really nervous about something. Therefore, you were able to tell right away that whatever this was, even though you had a pretty good idea of what it was, it was really important to him.

Peter took one last deep breath before going with his gut and kissing you, and he was glad he did. All of Peter‘s nerves washed away when your lips touched, almost like magic.

You froze when Peter’s lips touched yours, but once over the initial shock, you kissed him back.

When you pulled away from each other, an silence fell over the two of you. But it wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. You had a smile on your face, and so did Peter.

“That was, um, not what I was expecting” you explained, breaking the silence. You had a huge smile on your face, letting Peter know it was a good unexpected moment.

“I love you” he finally said, only making your smile grow bigger. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but it was so worth it.

“I love you too”

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Angsty peter x reader like enemies to lovers

I have nothing to say for how long this got besides I just like angst lol

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2,542

Warnings: Angst, mentions of a sprained ankle, mention of blood and a scraped knee, fluff

Back in high school, you and Peter were really good friends, practically inseparable. You shared a lot of similar interests and you both balanced each other out really well. There was never really a time that you and Peter were ever even angry with each other. Not a fight had ever happened until one night. The night you found out he was Spider-Man.

Peter had bailed on you again and it wasn’t sitting right with you. Despite being a good friend, Peter did have quite the habit of canceling last minute which got a little annoying but you always let it go. But not this time because it was your birthday. He missed it and you were pissed so as any other completely rational teenager would do, you stormed over to Peter’s apartment after your party.

You were kind to May when she opened the door, of course, but the kindness washed away as you thought of everything you were gonna start yelling at Peter for while you walked to his room. Your fists balled at your sides, just knowing you were really going to go off on Peter for the first time. But something in you also knew that he would look at you with those big puppy-dog eyes and you’d shut up. You would let it go because he’s Peter. But, then, you reached Peter’s room and there he was, the blue and red Spider-Man suit is pulled down to his waist as he’s sat on his bed.

“What the fuck?” Your voice is a whisper as you look at Peter, sitting on his bed with a cut on his cheek and the first aid kit open on his bed.

“Y/n…” Peter’s eyes shoot open while his jaw drops. He looks down, seeing the suit and back to you and you’re just stood there. Tears swelled in the back of your eyes as you shook your head.

You’re his best friend and he couldn’t tell you he was Spider-Man? Does he really not trust you?

“Unbelievable.” You scoff before turning away, Peter is quick to get up from his bed, trying his best to follow you as he trips.

“Wait, y/n!” Peter yells, stripping the rest of the suit away from him and grabbing a pair of sweatpants.

You ignore him though and keep walking, trying to keep tears from falling down your face until you’re actually outside of the building. Your hurt and pissed. Friends don’t hide those kinds of things from each other. Not when they trust them and Peter’s always said he trusted you but now you’re finding out he’s been lying to you for three years. He missed your birthday to help strangers and a part of you wants to be so selfish about it because he chose strangers over you. You understand that saving people should come first but right now, that is not where your head is. He could have told you.

“Let me explain.” Peter’s voice is exasperated behind as you walk down the sidewalk, heading back towards your own place.

“Leave me alone, Peter.” You mumble, arms crossed over yourself, head looking towards the ground.

A sigh leaves Peter’s lips but he’s keeping up with you now. “I wanted to tell you--”

You come to an abrupt stop, turning to face him. “Then why didn’t you?” You yell at him.

Peter jerks back, almost losing everything he was going to say. You’ve never yelled at him before. “I…I don’t…I don’t know! I was--”

“Because you don’t trust me, right?” You snap, letting everything out as you hold back tears. “That’s the only reason for you not to tell me! You don’t trust me enough and then you’re just out there, getting hurt and it’s my birthday! You were supposed to be there and you just…what? Saved a cat from a tree or something?”

“That’s not it.” Peter groans, getting frustrated. He didn’t think this would be a big deal. He knew it was but he never knew it was like…this. “I trust you--”

“Then why didn’t you tell me, Peter? Is that why MJ and Ned were telling me to leave you alone when I said I was coming here? Do they know?”

Peter freezes and that’s when he knew he had fucked up. They knew not on purpose. Both of them found out by accident but maybe he should have told you when MJ figured it out. Now you were the last to know and only because he missed your birthday. Truthfully, Peter doesn’t know why he never told you, maybe to protect you? You worry a lot and if you knew, you’d only ever worry about him.

“Wow.” You nod and a single tear falls down your cheek. “Okay, then. Awesome.”

“Y/n, please--” Peter tried to beg but you hold a hand up, shaking your head.

“I…don’t wanna hear it.” It’s a dry and painful laugh that leaves your lips. “Have a nice life, Peter Parker.” You turn away from him, leaving Peter standing there.

“T-that’s it?” He asks and you can hear the heartbreak in his voice. It sends a knife through your heart but clearly,  you were never as close as you thought you were.

“Yeah,” You look over your shoulder. “I trusted you and you lied to me. And you…told everyone else.” You turn back around and Peter stands there, watching you. 

Peter thought maybe you just needed to cool down and in a few days, he could try to smooth it over. But, those days turned into weeks and then months and now it’s been three years. He tried to talk to you but you told him that you hated him and didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. The betrayal he put you through was excruciating and something you didn’t feel you could ever forgive. So, from there, you went from best friends to these enemies. He even started to hate you a little for it, resentful of you even because in those first few months he could barely concentrate on Spider-Man. There were small snide remarks made either to each other or about each other. Nothing that was ever actually cruel or something either of you had confided in with each other because despite your dislike for each other now, neither of you would cross that line. But there were remarks anyway on both sides until after high school.

You ended up going to the same college and had a few classes together but both of you kept your distance from each other. Instead of the snide remarks and nasty glares that could kill, you didn’t even look at each other. You lived your separate lives and that was okay with the both of you.

So, now both of you are going through your usual routines. You’re walking back to your dorm after having dinner with a friend and Peter is patrolling. You see him around as Spider-Man sometimes and you pretend he doesn’t exist even if sometimes you still worry about the person you used to call your best friend. Peter worries about everyone but on this occasion, he’s swinging right near you and he spots you trip and fall over a lip in the sidewalk, completely face-planting on the concrete. Peter winces at the sight while you let out a pained yell.

“Are you okay?” Peter swings down to you, standing right above you before squatting beside you.

You look up to him, rolling your eyes. “I’m fine.” You scoff, moving from your front and onto your butt. Your ankle is in agony. It doesn’t feel broke but something isn’t quite right.

“You’re hurt, let me help.” Peter offers, his voice clearer through the mask than you expected and it’s like a rush comes back over you for the person you used to know and how much you cared for him once. But, you’re sure he still hates you and this is his moral responsibility thing.

“I said, I’m fine.” Your voice is stern as you pull your leg up to see if your ankle is bleeding or if anything looks dislocated.

Peter takes a seat beside you while letting out a sigh. He pulls his legs up to his chest, watching you examine your ankle, completely ignoring the blood on your knee from the fall. You glance over at him through the corner of your eye, wondering why he’s just sitting there.

“Can I help you?” You snark, looking back to him fully.

“I’m not gonna leave you. It’s probably sprained, you didn’t even notice the scrape on your knee.” Peter points to the scrape.

Your brows furrow before you slowly look to your knee and see the scrape. Your nose scrunches at the sight. “So? I’ll be fine. Go on, protect the stray cats from the menacing trees.”

“Seriously? Why do you do that? I lied one time--”

“Several, actually.” You correct him.

Peter shakes his head. It was several times but it was about one thing. It's not like he lied about everything. He did trust you with everything. This whole thing got so blown up and even though he went into hating you, there’s a part of him that really wishes he could have done something and asked why that’s what ended your friendship. You were never an angry person and you always let people explain themselves why not him? And maybe that’s part of why he hated you, because you wouldn’t hear him out but you hear everyone else out.

“Well, thanks for that so I’m gonna keep walking.” You try to stand up but your ankle shoots lighting pain up your leg.

“Can I take you at least?” Peter asks, his voice a bit flat.

“No.” You mutter, slowly and finally getting to your feet before you start limping away.

“It’s going to take you an hour. Just let me take you and you can continue to hate me.”

You pause for a second, looking in front of you before you roll your eyes. “Whatever.” You groan. You don’t really want to walk on a sprained ankle and it would take you a long time. So, while he offers, you might as well take it.

Peter holds onto you with one arm, directing you to hold onto his neck with your arms and wrap your legs around him. You hold him tight while he swings a web above you. As you’re swinging through the air, you get a glimpse of the city and it’s pretty cool from where you are. This is what Peter gets to see every night? It’s nice and you can’t help but admire it.

“You okay?” Peter asks through a yell.

“Yep.” You answer shortly and maybe you feel a little guilty.

Maybe you should have heard him out, listened. But you were scared and hurt and maybe it was always easier to run away from it. However, Peter is still here and he’s holding onto you, despite the fact that he hates you. You know he won't let you fall and you knew down on that sidewalk, he’d never have left you. Even if you turned him down, you know, somewhere in your heart, he would have just followed you to make sure you got back okay.

“Thanks.” You mumble, letting go of Peter once you’re outside your dorm and on solid ground.

“You’re welcome.” Peter answers and you wish you could see his face. The eyes of the mask are reactive but it’s not the same as seeing Peter’s eyes. Peter never had a good poker face and you wanna know what he’s thinking. “See ya around, then.” Peter raises his arm but your words are quick.

“I don’t hate you.” The words are a rush but Peter hears them and drops his arm. “Anymore.”

The eyes of the mask narrow as he looks at you. “S-seems like you do?”

You shrug. “Well, it’s easier to hate someone who hates you, too, I guess.”

“I d-don’t hate you.” Peter scoffs. “I did but that was…when it was fresh.”

You nod with understanding. “Yeah…”

Peter sucks in a breath and maybe he can tell you everything he always wanted to be before because you aren’t friends and haven’t been. What’s the worst you’re going to do now? He knows you’ll never tell anyone about Spider-Man and you’ve already hated him. He has nothing to lose here.

“You know,” Peter swallows thickly. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d worry too much.” 

Your brows furrow. “What?”

“I wanted to tell you but I knew you’d be worried about me being out there. Most stuff is pretty easy, um, but sometimes there are bigger things and you’d be worried.”

You take a seat on the steps that lead inside the door, figuring this is more of a discussion than you intended. “I still worry about you. Always have.”

“Exactly.” He shakes his head. “I-if I know that then…what if I make a mistake and people die or I…” He trails off.

“You won’t.” You look around to make sure no one else is around. “You’re Peter Parker.” There’s a light huff coming from Peter, one you knew meant he was smiling under his mask. “I’m sorry I got so mad at you. I think, it was easier for me to hate you. I think I always liked you and finding out you were Spider-Man on my birthday and that you couldn’t just tell me, hurt. And I could have gotten over that but finding out MJ knew, too…” You shrug your shoulders. “I always thought you liked her so I felt that kind of confirmed it a little.” You pause but immediately start talking when you realize it sounds like you were only friends with him because you had a crush on him. “Not that I was only friends with you to try and date you or something. I just mean that it hurt more because of that. It felt like a deeper betrayal kind of. So, yeah maybe it was just easier for me to hate you instead of watch you get hurt and shove my crush to the back of my head.”

“I didn’t like MJ.” Peter walks over to you and sits beside you. “I, uh, I-I always liked you. Um, when you said you hated me, I decided to join you on that because it was easier than fighting to get you to hear me out.”

You laugh softly, looking up at the sky. “Well, we really could have just hashed that out three years ago. Maybe everything would be different.” You look back to Peter and he can see the sadness in your eyes.

“C-could be different now, if you want.”

“What are you talking about, Parker?”

Peter shrugs. “D-do you wanna try this? Like…go on a date…with me?”

“After all this?” You ask and Peter just nods, you can’t see it but his eyes are hopeful and he’s got a nervous smile across his face. “Okay, by the state of my ankle,” You point down. “Might have to just be a movie night here.”

“I’ll bring food.” Peter’s voice is cheery and it’s a voice you’ve missed more than you’ve ever admitted.

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It’s MJ’s birthday, and as usual, something is wrong.

She’s a girl who usually never allows herself to be happy. But she thought she had really made progress the last year since getting admitted to MIT. She thought she had let herself have fun and all. Even when it was doing stuff she would once lightly tease Ned for liking like Battle Beasts.

She tried to smile if she could. Smiling had a better effect on people, and it took less muscles to smile than frown, after all. But this birthday, her smile felt forced. Even when she went with Ned, Flash, and several friends to a bar/arcade place for her birthday.

Admittedly, she didn’t really want to invite Harry. He’d been one of her latest suitors, making eyes at her thighs, even while trying to convince another girl to go on vacation with him just to assuredly get her in bed with them at some point. She knew how he eyed her. She didn’t really like it, but he was a fairly decent friend otherwise? So she tolerated his presence.

That changed when during the group pic they took, she felt him slide his arm around her waist, and angle his legs a little too close to her ass.

After the picture she threw him a dirty look, and knew not to invite him to anything again. Something about Harry’s action particularly enraged her. Something inside her wanted to snap at him, “I’m taken”.

But by who? She was single. Nobody at MIT even came close to piquing her interest. Sure there were some pretty people, but nobody she would even come close to consider dating. Least of all Harry. But why? Why did she feel particularly disgusted? Yes, Harry was breaching a boundary, but resetting the boundary was one thing. This weird sense that she was off limits was another.

She got back to her and Ned’s apartment that night, unsatisfied and bitter. The latter because she felt unsatisfied, and the former because she felt bitter. And she didn’t know why.

Something was missing, and she felt like tearing through a hallway of Dark Troopers Luke Skywalker style. But while Luke was saving good people, MJ just wanted to rage against something if it meant finding what she was missing.

For now, all she could do was sigh and try to muzzle her way to sleep, wondering if she could find what she was missing in dreams. Because out of dreams, she had to admit to herself what she didn’t want to:

That she wasn’t happy.

****

In his apartment, Peter once again had a slice of cake from the bakery he wished he could see MJ at again. While he didn’t sing happy birthday, he did take a moment with a single candle.

“Happy birthday, my baby,” he mumbled before blowing it out.

Hours of trying to distract himself with his phone in between staring at the ceiling and the walls later, Peter sucked in a short bit of air. And he took the plunge of checking MJ’s Instagram.

On her story, he saw something that made him feel revulsion and sorrow all the same.

Some guy had his arm around MJ’s waist - Peter ached as he remembered what it was like to wrap his firm arms around her small, lithe waist in the tightest of hugs he could must. And he had his legs positioned to where her bottom was close to his crotch.

His brain began putting things together, and it hurt him. It HURT him.

While she had never posted any indication she had found someone, Peter’s already unhappy mindset took him to a dark place.

“She found someone.”

Peter would come back and check again and again, maybe to see a post saying thanks to her friends for attending her party, something that would rule out this guy from being her new boyfriend.

But she didn’t. And whoever he was, what if he made her happy? How could he ever wish for her to not be happy with someone?

It was selfish. But Peter just couldn’t lie to himself as he tried desperately to go to sleep, hoping he’d see her and never have to see such a horrific sight like on her Story again.

He was hurting. And he wasn’t happy.

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