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Spiderman One Shot: You Don’t Want Me.

Prompt: Peter confesses his feelings for you, and you return them, but the next day Peter seems hurt and you don’t understand why.

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You pat your face dry with the towel you had picked up before entering the training room, realising you should have chosen a larger one; you must have underestimated the amount of sweat you produce in a workout. The sweat sticks on your body, and although you’re quite tired and physically drained, you imagine yourself scrubbing down your body in the shower for hours. You hate that you sweat so easily, and what you hate even more is that Peter sees, and probably smells, you quite often since you both live in the Avengers Headquarters now.

You’re thankful that you get to spend more time with him. Since you both attend different high schools, you only ever saw Peter when you have missions or smaller tasks together. Now however, it just means that you completely embarrass yourself in front of him a lot more, and you’re quite close to thinking that that is worse than not seeing him often.

You ditch the towel and continue with your training, mainly just focusing on building your strength up rather than learning new fighting combos or self-defence techniques. You get consumed in fighting so often that you feel you need to balance out your actual strength more. Suddenly, as you lower yourself from the chin up bar, the doors swing open with a loud echoing swing; and in walks Peter. His brown eyes flickering around the room nervously, and his usual neat hair a messy brown mop on his head.

You bite the inside of cheek, knowing that of course Peter would find you right as you’re stinking and sweating, but nevertheless, you wipe your face down again before meeting him in the centre of the room. You smile warmly, “Hey Pete, just get back?”

Peter swallows, his hand scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah… had to catch up on a class I missed yesterday.”

You raise your eyebrows, “Ditching school again?”

He shrugs, “Couldn’t help it, I saw someone in need of ‘friendly neighbourhood’ Spiderman.”

You smile again, punching him playfully in the arm, “Next time give me a heads up, I’d rather join you in crime fighting rather than sit in on another History lecture.”

He laughs, and the nervous, fidgeting hand travels from his neck to his hair; clearly Peter has something on his mind. Maybe there’s a new mission you’re both assigned to coming up? You suddenly feel excited, missions with Peter are always a lot of fun. Not only do you two work well together as a team, and actually get the job done, but you also manage to laugh and joke around – just like two casual teenagers.

“I actually came looking for you to uh… tell you something.” He looks away for a moment, his eyes on the floor; before they dart back up to yours, a pink blush filling his cheeks. “Something I’ve been meaning to say for a while…”

You nervously fix your ponytail before saying, “Sure, Pete, go right ahead.”

“I…” He tries to hold your eyes but something in him seems to press him into self-doubt, and you wonder what possibly he has so important to tell you. “I need help with my… uh… history homework, actually.” He looks away as if he’s angry or frustrated, but he makes eye contact again and whatever it was that made him seem cloudy vanishes. You know when Peter is lying, and it’s not so hard to tell especially when he’s just asked for help with schoolwork – Peter never needs help with homework. He’s way too smart for that.

You raise an eyebrow, “You need help with your homework?” You shake your head, “I highly doubt that Peter Parker needs help with his homework.”

Peter frowns, “But I do!”

You sigh, “There’s no point in lying to me,” you pause, watching his eyes shift, “I may not have spider-senses but you’re easy to read, Pete. And I don’t think that you needing my help with history homework is the thing you’ve been wanting to tell me for a while now.”

He huffs out of frustration, his eyes becoming nervous again, “Well…” Then he sighs, his shoulders drooping, “You’re right.”

You take a step closer to him, your hand resting on his shoulder, “So what is it, then? What do you want to tell me?”

He takes in a breath, and you think he’s actually about to tell you, but suddenly he becomes too frustrated with himself and shakes your hand off from his shoulder before turning towards the exit, “I’ve got to go,” a mumble of words escaping his lips.

“Peter?” You watch him go; he doesn’t even turn back to look at you.

That night you spend curled up in your quarters, a cocoon of blankets enveloping you providing a much needed warmth and comfort. You turn the page in the book that you’re curled up reading when you realise the words you’re reading aren’t really entering your mind. You sigh, ditching the book to the end of your bed.

Peter.

You just don’t get him sometimes, or at least since you moved into Headquarters. He can be one way and then the other in just a moment, and lately he seems either distant or nervous around you, and it’s not fair. Today you thought he was finally going to confide in you about whatever is going on, but apparently you’re not trustworthy enough.

You sit up in your bed and pout, these mixed emotions and thoughts not leaving you.

But suddenly there’s a knock on your door, so you pick up your book and set it down on your bedside table, and make sure your hair isn’t in knots, before telling whoever it is to come inside. The door swings open, slowly at first, and then once it’s all the way open Peter walks in dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. His hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, his face looking all sleepy and droopy.

And something else… emotional.

You go to say something to him, maybe tell him to get out or not even bother but he cuts in first. “I just wanted to apologise for today, I didn’t mean to confuse you.” He walks over to your bed and sits on the edge towards the end, “You probably think I’m a nutcase or something.”

You try to hide the budding smile you feel tugging at your lips, “I don’t think you’re a nutcase Peter, I just think you’ve got something going on and you’re conflicted about telling me.” This time he looks into your eyes instead of avoiding you, and you make sure to smile so he knows you’re not mad at him, because how could you be? Maybe you are sometimes, but not for long, Peter is too sweet to stay mad at. Especially when half of the things he does he doesn’t really mean to do. “But you don’t need to feel conflicted because you can trust me, Peter. You can tell me what’s wrong.”

He chuckles nervously, “It’s not exactly… that simple. I know I can trust you, Y/N, I trust you with my life.” He sighs his Peter Parker sigh, looks around the room as if trying to drag on this moment forever, before his brown eyes settle on you again, “I have feelings for you.” A bright hue of pink flushes his cheeks instantly, and in reply, your eyes grow wide. “I like you… kind of a lot… and it’s just had me so confused lately and guilty that I figured I just needed to tell you instead of keeping it a secret.”

You frown, not out of anger but rather curiosity, “Why would you feel guilty?”

He breathes slowly, careful to choose his words, “Because we’re friends, good friends, and I didn’t want to ruin that or keep something like that from you.”

“Well,” you start, feeling rather nervous yourself. It’s not like you’ve not ever told someone you like them before, but with Peter its different. He’s been your closest friend for a while now, so you don’t want to mess it up and say the wrong thing; you suddenly realise why Peter was so conflicted over telling you. “Well, it’s a good thing I like you too, then.”

Peter raises his eyebrows, “You do?”

You giggle out of nerves, “Of course I do! How could I not?” You reach over, your hand resting on his arm, feeling the softness of his jumper and the warmth that he emits. “You’re brave… caring, strong, and you always want to help others. You’re… amazing, Peter.”

For a moment you catch a look of uncertainty in his eyes, and he freezes up as if you’ve said something you shouldn’t have but its soon covered up by a strong smile. “Thanks Y/N…” He gets up from the edge of your bed, “I should… probably go.” He heads towards the door and turns around only for a moment to wave you goodbye, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You wave back, your hand falling limp beside you as he leaves, and you’re left with something… different. Like something is not completely right. And even after tossing and turning restlessly, you can’t quite pin down what is making you feel this way.

You see Peter at breakfast the next day, and even though things might seem a little different now that you both have been quite honest with each other, you’re determined to not let that make things awkward between you two. If you like each other, shouldn’t that soon strengthen your friendship?

Once you’ve gotten your cereal, you take a seat next to the brown haired boy, who seems to be deeply engrossed in a comic book. You dive into your cereal and watch him as he continues to read, his eyes scanning the pages delicately as he sips his juice or takes a bite out of his toast occasionally.

Half way through eating your cereal though, Peter pushes his chair back, folds his comic under his arm and then takes his dishes over towards the kitchen area. You watch after him, frowning, wondering why he seems even more distant than before.

He heads back this way, and as he passes your table you reach out to him, “Peter?”

But he doesn’t even acknowledge you at all.

And just like that, the day goes on. It being Saturday, he can’t escape headquarters and vanish off to school, however he skips your combined morning training session and doesn’t meet your eyes when you sit by him in the living room.

“Peter, you skipped training today.”

You see he bites his lip, holding his stare way too firmly on the screen in front of him.

“You never skip training. What’s going on?”

He seems to shift, uncomfortable under your hot stare and borderline angry tone of voice.

“Did I do something wrong? Last night? To upset you?” You think back as you say this, that being the last time Peter even looked at you. You knew there was something wrong, but you thought over it after he left and you couldn’t quite grasp what it was, and then sleep overtook you instead. You confessed your feelings towards him, how could he get offended by that?

He glances over at you and then gets up from the couch, “It’s whatever,” and soon you watch him disappear, heading back to his own quarters. The door shuts and you’re left alone with your thoughts, and the constant nagging feeling that you’ve done something to hurt him. You just don’t know what.

Later that day you take yourself to your last training session scheduled, knowing that Peter is supposed to show himself but expecting that he’ll just stay cooped up inside his quarters again. When you arrive, you find Natasha already waiting; a look of concern on her face. She must know something is wrong.

You throw down your sweatshirt, leaving you dressed in a tank-top and shorts, and then you make your way over to where Natasha stands waiting for you. You avoid looking in her eyes.

“No Peter again?”

You shrug, and continue staring at the floor, “I don’t know.”

Suddenly the doors burst open, and you’re surprised to see Peter walking through them. He wears the usual, a shirt and a pair of sport shorts along with sandshoes, his hair slicked back this time instead of left in messy ruffles. “Sorry I’m late!”

Once he reaches you and Natasha, you acknowledge his presence but he simply looks away, and you know nothing has changed from this morning. Your heart breaks a little.

Natasha looks between you two but chooses to ignore whatever minor feud you have going on, “Okay, well, you know how this is done so I want you to jump straight into it. You’ve got a lot to make up for, for missing out on this morning’s session.”

You and Peter find yourselves standing in a ring, a rubber padded floor underneath your feet. You take in a breath, and watch Peter as he side-steps casually to get his blood pumping; readying himself for the session.

You try to compartmentalize all the negative feelings you’ve felt today, like anger, frustration and sadness, even self-pity, but it must be too much to handle as you feel them seeping through; your blood boiling. Peter has hurt you for no reason, and that’s not fair.

You take the first lunge at him, hoping to smack him square in the chest, but he dodges it with ease. That only adds to your frustration. You swing at him again, and again, but his quick side-steps or manoeuvres helps him escape your attacks each time.

You let out an angry cry and go for his left side, knowing you’ll miss, and when he leans to his right you quickly kick out your leg, knocking his hip; sending him stumbling a few steps backwards. You let out a proud huff, smiling at your small victory before wiping the sweat from your face.

Peter lunges at you this time, and you manage to move away, but when he turns towards you again he’s got you in his grip. You fight your way out of it by twisting, but you’re not out of it for long, and soon he’s got you trapped underneath him; your back pushed into the floor.

You push and squirm but the strength this kid has will always overpower yours, “So you’ll ignore me all day but pay attention to me when you wanna give me a smack down, huh?”

At first he looks taken aback, his brown eyes blinking in reply, but then a flash of irritation crosses his face. He pushes himself off you and goes to exit the wrestling circle, but you grab his shoulder and pull him back towards you in one swift movement.

“Don’t walk away from me!”

He only stares at you.

“Talk to me, won’t you?” You breathe in and out quicker than ever before, and having just fought Peter doesn’t help calm you down, “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you practically pretending I don’t exist!?”

His eyes find the floor, and you’ve had enough.

You push him, he stumbles back. You shove him, again and again, but he doesn’t do anything in response. He lets you pound at him, it’s like he doesn’t even care what you do anymore. You shove him one last time and scream at him, “Why would you tell me you like me, and then shut me out for no damn reason!?”

Finally, he looks at you. His brown eyes dark, a frown on his face. He seems hurt and disappointed, and the look he gives you sends shudders through your body. “Because when you told me that you liked me too… you didn’t mean me.”

You frown, huffing from being out of breath, confusion clinging to your whole being, “What?”

“You don’t like me, Y/N. You don’t have feelings for me. You’re… it’s for Spiderman, isn’t it?”

“I don’t get—

Suddenly his voice raises, his hands moving with his frustration, “You don’t want Peter Parker, Y/N, you want the masked superhero. The cool, brave, strong guy who saves everybody! You don’t want me, you want Spiderman!” He backs away from you, his voice quietening down as he turns to leave, “You don’t want me.”

After the training session, you spent dinner time locked up inside your bedroom. Natasha and Wanda both knocked on your doors multiple times, begging you to come out and eat something but every time you refused.

Until Natasha told you that Peter was inside his own quarters, and won’t be coming out for a while.

You leave your room even though you look like a wreck, your hair messy and your eyes red. You find some of the other Avengers who are staying in tonight in the living area, and when you walk in, Natasha makes you sit down immediately.

“He… really said that?” Wanda says, sitting across from you on the other couch.

You nod, clasping the cup of tea that Natasha made for you soon after she ushered you towards the couch. “He really thinks I don’t want his true self, and I guess I can sort of see why he thinks that…”

“Why?”

You take a sip of your tea and then look down at your hands, “Because of what I said, about him. I was just listing the first things I thought about him when I told him how I felt, the things I like, and I guess they are what drives a lot of his Spiderman self… but I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Young love,” Tony says, walking into the room, “is way too complicated for a Saturday evening.”

You pout, and Wanda and Natasha only look at each other in concern.

“Maybe… maybe there is a way that you can explain this all to him?” Wanda suggests, drinking from her own mug as she finishes.

“Or maybe you can just let the boy figure it out himself, I mean, it’s worked before.” Tony says, falling onto the couch beside Wanda, “I mean, you kids are so young, you shouldn’t be feeling so bad over something like this.”

You swallow, “But I really like him…”

Natasha looks away from you for a moment, and then back to you, her eyes indifferent but her voice still laced with emotion, “Why?”

“Because, he’s Peter. I know I said I liked all these qualities about him that seemed to only belong to his Spiderman-self but… that’s not true. Peter is Spiderman. Spiderman exists because of Peter, and its Peter who wants to help people. It’s Peter who is strong and brave. It’s Peter who is smart and funny and caring. Spiderman is… is just a mere suit. Peter is so much more than that.”

“Really?” A familiar voice says.

You blink, slowly, and turn towards the entry of the living area. Peter, red-eyed, messy haired, and exhausted stares back at you with something close to hope in his eyes. You breathe quickly as you realise what he’s just heard but you don’t choose now to shy away from him, “Of course, Peter.” You get up from the couch and walk over to him, noticing how distressed and untidy he looks. “I don’t want Spiderman… I want you.”

Peter instantly pulls you into a hug, “I’m so sorry,” he mumbles into your shoulder as he buries himself closer to you, “I’m so sorry I misunderstood you. I’m so sorry I was so insecure about you knowing me as Spiderman and Peter that I thought you only liked me because I was an Avenger.”

You shake your head, “No, no, don’t be, I’m sorry I didn’t say the right things, or explain myself properly.” You pull back and take his face into your hands, “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Peter wipes the recently formed tears from your eyes, “I’m sorry I hurt you, too.” His arms wrap around your back as he pulls you in for a kiss, and you forever hope to remember how sweet and gentle your first kiss was with him.

“Alright, alright,” Tony’s unmistakable voice breaks the silence hanging in the air, “The boy gets the girl like always, can we move on?”

You don’t leave Peter’s arms until the very last second, when Tony threatens to split dormitories into a girls’ side and a boys’ side, although you know Tony could never be bothered to actually enforce that upon you and the other Avengers in training.

You hang in the doorway of his quarters just one moment longer, “Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

A/N: Thank you to the anonymous who requested! Hope you enjoyed this!

#spiderman #spiderman: homecoming #spiderman imagine #spiderman one shot #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker one shot #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #tom holland

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Bless this post, and the person who made this art!

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Nicknames Tony Stark gives people

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A Film by Peter Parker

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Stop dreaming over something that will never happen.

My dad, when I said I want to marry Tom Holland

#Spiderman #Spiderman: homecoming #Peter Parker #Tom Holland #Marvel

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They’re so cute when they’re asleep

Request: Can you do Drabble 6 & 14 combined like maybe in the avengers tower 😉😉

Okay I know I’m requesting imagines like crazy, but could I request 11, 12, and 14 with Peter Parker? Something where the Avengers tease the reader and Peter (but especially the reader) because they have crushes on each other? Thank you so, so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A/N: Okay so this is me attempting to use the prompts “I need a place to stay”, “they’re so cute when they’re alseep,” , “ this is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in,” , “ the way you flirt is shameful,” , “ it’s just rain you aren’t gonna melt,”………. lets see how this goes

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“Mr Stark, I-I was wondering if you could help me with something,”

“Is it your Spanish homework? ‘cause you’d have better luck talking to a wall than asking me for help,”

“No no, it’s not that, I asked this girl out on a date and-”

Tony dropped everything, and finally looked at Peter fully attentive, and interrupted his spiel, “Please tell me it was y/n you asked,” he appealed. Peter scrunched his eyebrows, confused at how Mr. Stark easily guessed who. He stuttered over his words, unable to reply, “Friday, tell Nat that she owes me $10″

Peter’s confusion morphed into shock, “Were you guys betting on us?” he asked in disbelief, as the computer system replied to his request,

“I was, Natasha not so much,” Tony answered nonchalantly, “she figured you’d never work up the courage. As per-usual, I was right,”

Peter was at a loss for words. Although, he did feel a little sense of reassurance that Mr. Stark had some faith in him,

“Anyways, continue,” Tony pushed,

“Okay, so, I’m taking her out tonight, and I’m really nervous-”

“Predictable,”

“and I just don’t want to mess this up, so I was hoping you’d be willing to help me out by kind of being my, wing-man,”

“your wing-man?”

“Yeah,”

There was a pause between the two, as Tony blinked at the young boy,

“That was a little on the vague side, so right now my answer is no, I’m not chaperoning two school kids’ date,” He said turning away from Peter, and returning to his work,

“Where is it you’re taking her?” Peter heard a feminine voice ask behind him. He jumped slightly and looked to find Natasha strutting her way towards the two. He hesitated before answering her, “I don’t know, I was thinking, dinner then a movie?” he said, more as a question than a statement.

“Boring!” Tony exclaimed, not bothering to face them.

Peter sighed and slouched, “Well y/n’s never been on a date before. If you do it right, then it’d be the perfect night,” Nat pointed out,

“Exactly, so I was hoping that, if I wore an earpiece, then Mr. Stark could kind of coach me through it,” Peter suggested warily.

Nat shook her head, “You want Tony Stark as you’re wing-man?” she asked pointing to the man. Peter nodded his head, “This is, by far, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” she deadpanned.

Tony swirled around in his chair, with a mischievous smirk, “And with me, being an intellectual, of course I’m in,”

You couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Some of it was happiness that Peter Parker has finally asked you out, which was followed by nervousness because of the fact that you’d be going on a date with him. A part of you felt sick, and horrible because the possibility of this date ending terribly and therefore ruining a perfectly good friendship was looming above you.

You and Peter had been friends for years, having gone to the same school together and sharing some of the same assignments that Tony gives you. You were always called in on the less extreme tasks,due to having no superpowers but mad combat skills.

You huffed yet again as you stood in front of your mirror, and smoothed down your outfit. Screw it, you thought, and waited out in your living room for Peter.

Peter took deep breathes as he approached your door. A sweat began to break out on his forehead, “Have you reached the door yet?” Tony asked in his ear. Peter sighed, this was the fourth time he’s asked, “Yes,” Peter snapped in a hushed tone,

“About time. Now knock,”

“I figured that much out for myself actually,”

“Don’t get snippy with me, you asked for my help,”

“I’m beginning to regret it,” Peter groaned, before knocking on your door.

Your head shot to the direction of the door, before getting up and slowly opening it.

Peter stood with a wide smile, cherry red cheeks and a bunched bouquet of pink roses. Your cheeks flushed to match his, as you gasped, “Peter,” you drew out. This made his smile beam a little more. You smiled along with him and giggled from his kind gesture, “Come in,” you welcomed him, opening your door wider.

You turned away, and buried your nose in the flower pedals.

“Did she like the flowers?” Tony asked Peter,

“I-I think,” Peter quickly whispered under his breath, making sure you wouldn’t notice.

You place the bouquet in a vase and made your way back to Peter, “Ready to go?” he smiled at you.

“Tell her she looks nice,” Peter’s wing-man pestered,

“You-” he began, but was cut of,

“Unless she doesn’t, then scratch that. Wait maybe you should tell her anyway,”

Looking at Peter confusingly, you cocked an eyebrow. He gave you a reassuring smile, and placed a hand on your lower back, “You look good tonight,” he complimented, “you always look good,” he emphasized more for Tony to take a hint,

“smooth, spidey,” you commented, letting him lead you out of your place,

“That compliment was more for me. I’m taking it.”

It felt unusual, to be on a date with Peter Parker. A date that didn’t involve studying with an old friend, but more so, a night with a different unusual feeling between you two with formal clothes and flattery.

Your heart pounded a little harder and breath hitched when Peter showed off his goofy smile. You weren’t sure if you had ever felt that way before, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re feeling it now with Peter.

You had finished eating and were now relaxing at the table.

“Have I already told you how amazing you look tonight?” Peter asked you, eyes glazed over in a daze,

“This is the third time probably,” you answered with a sweet smile and rosey cheeks,

“The way you flirt is shameful. She’s already sick of it,” Peter heard Tony.

He pursed his lips, “Who taught you? You’re just repeating the same things. Was it May?”

“Oh wow look at it pour outside,” Peter spoke distracting himself from Tony,

“Nice try, I’m still here,”

“Do you want to wait in here till it stops?” Peter offered you,

“It’s just rain, you aren’t going to melt,”

“Tony!”

Swinging your head around from the window to Peter, you repeated, “Tony?”

Peter’s mouth bobbed, his eyes grew to saucers. You gave him a side glance, “Is he here?” you pondered suspiciously.

“um-uh-n-no”

“Think of something quick, underoos,”

“I just- uh- just remembered that Tony, offered for us to watch a movie at the tower…..tonight,” Peter squeaked

“No I didn’t,”

“He did?”

“Y-yeah, he figured that that would be better than us spending money at the theater, or just me spending money, and you fighting me to pay your way in,” Peter explained uncomfortably, unsure if what he said came out right.

“That’s a little uncharacteristic of him,” you pointed out,

He searched and searched his brain to quickly produce a reasonable explanation for “Tony’s proposal”. An unusually sly smirk skipped across Peter’s lips as he thought back to how outraged he felt when discovering that the two Avengers betting on and against him and his crush,

“Yeah well, he owes us one,”

“Be ready for ridicule,”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Accidental Flirting

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 950

Warnings: Spider-Man: Homecoming spoilers!!

Summary: You’re working at your dad’s deli shop, just like any other day after school, when a certain boy walks in and strikes up an interesting conversation with your father.

A/N: I love this so much, it was so much fun to write!! Part 2??? Yes, no, maybe so?

It was like any other day for you. After school, you dropped your books off at your apartment and grabbed a quick snack before heading down the block to the deli. Seeing as your dad was the owner, you were kind of obligated to help out there when you had free time. You didn’t mind, though, working the register wasn’t really all that bad. You were just lucky that you didn’t have to be the one actually making the sandwiches.

Today, in particular, you had completed most of your homework in study hall, so you weren’t worried about rushing home to finish it. It was still early in the afternoon, though, so the small shop was still empty. You were seated on the stool behind the counter, scrolling through your phone and keeping one earbud out so you could listen for the familiar ring of the door when a customer walked in.

After about fifteen minutes of doing this, you eventually grew extremely bored. Placing your phone down on the counter and pulling out the single earbud, you turned to your dad, who was busy stocking shelves. “Is there anything I can do? This is boring.” You complained, standing up.

Your dad shook his head slowly, chuckling, before picking up one of the cardboard boxes and shoving it towards you. “Here, chica, go help in the back. Put these away, you know where they go.”

Nodding contently with the moderately heavy box in your arms, you turned on your heel and walked into the back area of the store. Just as you entered, you heard the ding of the doorbell. Figures, as soon as you leave, a customer comes in.

Placing the box down, you began taking the packages of condiments and utensils out. From the main area, you were able to hear the conversation happening between your dad and the person. You recognized the second voice as belonging to none other than Peter Parker. He was in your grade, and you shared a few classes, but you’d never really had a solid conversation. He was a regular customer here, though.

Tuning most of it out, you quickly put the items in their respective containers. You only started listening intently when you could hear your father start speaking in Spanish.

“Ella es una mujer italiana bellísima.” You heard him say, visibly cringing at how strange the sentence sounded. Wondering who on earth he could possibly be talking about, you knew for sure it wasn’t your own mother, you stopped restocking and headed back out into the main area.

“¿Y cómo está tu hija, eh?”

You stopped dead in your tracks, but you’d made it far enough out into the room that you could see who the voice belonged to. And damn, he looked cute today. Peter was wearing a light blue sweater with a collar popping out of the top. His brown hair curled around his ears, and his dark brown eyes crinkled up at the sides as he lightly laughed.

A million thoughts were running through your head. He hadn’t even noticed you were there, he couldn’t have been talking about you. He did know that you were your father’s daughter, though, right?

Before you could tell yourself otherwise, using a sudden wave of confidence that had washed over you at the sight of how good he looked, you stepped further into view of the two of them. “Hmm, estoy bien, ¿y tú?”

The words flew out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop them, but for some reason saying them aloud gave you even more confidence. You met Peter’s eyes as you said them, and watched as a deep crimson blush arose on his pale cheeks. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to respond. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but your dad came rushing over to you and gave you a stern look.

“(Y/N), don’t you have shelves to be restocking? Off you go, adiós.” He shook his head, placing his hand on your shoulder and guiding you to the back area.

“Wait, Peter didn’t answer my question!” Smirking, you squirmed out of his grasp and walked behind the counter, now even closer to the incredibly flustered boy.

He was a mumbling, incoherent mess. It gave you a funny feeling in your stomach, knowing that you made him so nervous. This was the literal smartest kid in your whole grade, and here he was, tripping over his words just because you had flirted back at him.

Peter cleared his throat, placing the sandwich and bag of candy on the register in front of you along with a ten dollar bill. You put his stuff into a plastic bag, before putting the money in the register and carefully counting out his change.

When you handed the few singles and coins back to him, your hands brushed against each other. It was only for a split second, but it was enough for both of you to now be blushing. Peter’s eyes widened, before shoving the money into the pocket of his jeans and grabbing the bag of food. He was on his way out, you watching as you bit your lip to hide a smile.

Pushing open the door, he was almost fully out of the store before he turned around and looked at you. “I’m great, actually. I mean, my crush just totally flirted with me, so of course I’m good.”

Your jaw dropped, face flushing an even brighter shade of red before the door clanged shut behind him and Peter was gone.

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