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RED (and blue) + p.parker series

+ chapter five

→ Y/N, a swiftie, jokingly reposts the “Red (Taylor’s Version) boyfriend application form” on her instagram story.

The details are as follows: Looking for a boyfriend for the last week of August to the month of November- right before RED (Taylor’s version) drops to be exact. Applicant needs to make me fall in love with you immensely and you are required to break me like a promise before the deadline.

And somehow Peter Parker finds himself as the top candidate.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: some swearing, bad ex boyfriends, have yet to proof read!

word count: 6.6k

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four | five

It was true; you weren't a forgetful drunk.

You didn't know if you should feel relieved or worried when you recalled the memories from last night. You weighed out the possibilities of what's going to happen next.

Peter was nothing but sweet to you as you recalled. He helped find Cindy, who surprisingly volunteered to be your group's designated driver for the night, when your eyes started to droop. He even put your seatbelt on.

Your cheeks warmed at this and you covered your face with your hands. If this is what he was like before officially doing the boyfriend thing, what more would he be like once the first date is done?

The first date.

You remembered Peter profusely declining your statement saying that the party was your date and his promise to take you out for real. Your cheeks warmed again but you quickly shook your head. Another memory from last night crept into your mind. You said his name.

Looking back, you remember the rush it brought. The way you incorporated his name into an insult was exhilarating in a sense. Now, it just feels odd without the buzz of alcohol running through your veins. Would you do it again? Who knows. It didn't feel wrong, but it quite doesn't feel right either.

You got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen for a glass of water to clear your head. As you opened the wrong cupboard, you realized you still haven't restocked your tea. The image of Spider-man popped up in your mind but you pushed it away. You had way too much to think about right now than your encounter-s? with the superhero.

As you sat there on the dining table in silence, the urge to pick up the phone and talk to Peter loomed over your shoulder. It was still early in the morning and you found yourself feeling thankful that you didn't have a hangover. You decided to reach out later just in case Peter was in bed, nursing a headache.

It was probably a stupid choice, but you went into your bedroom to pick up your phone and opened Instagram. You had to manually type in the username since you unfollowed a long time ago.

harryosborn. There's a blue checkmark next to his name. Typical.

You tried your best to avoid looking at his icon. Your thumb hovered over your phone screen for a moment. In your thoughts, there's a debate whether you should scroll down or exit the page as quickly as you could. The former won. Curiosity killed the cat but hey, it has nine lives anyways.

The latest photo he had posted was some new piece of tech at OSCORP. The location was in London. You gulped at this for several reasons. Flashbacks started to play in your mind, it overwhelmed you how quickly the memories came flooding back, everything was spinning even faster than the plane that took him away from you. But was he really taken away or did he leave on his own?

His hand on your leg was his attempt to not capture your attention. Unfortunately for him, it did quite the opposite.

Harry looked handsome like this, an expensive fountain pen in his hand, and tousled hair. But he didn't look at peace.

"What'cha doing?" You asked, trying to cuddle into his side. He let you, but you still felt the tension on his arm that was draped over your lower back. You chose to ignore the pang in your gut.

"Not much." He answered, the notebook in front of him was on the receiving side of his intense stare.

It did not look not much. The intricate lines, scribbled annotations, and words underlined with red ink told you everything you needed to know.

"New tech?" You asked again. You weren't expecting an answer, but maybe not receiving anything at all would've been better.

"Why? You going to tell Peter about it?"

Tension quickly filled the living room. The two of you were in his expensive Upper East Side apartment, where Harry lived by himself. There are the occasional cleaners and butlers, but nevertheless, he liked to live in solitude. He rarely invited you over and most of the time, the moments you two spent together were at your place.

The place was always clean, despite you thinking otherwise during the rare moments he said you can stay. Every time, you would think tools and similar materials would be scattered around the area considering how much time he spent talking about them. But you were always proven wrong. Your only guess was that it's probably unsafe to leave such important items laying out in the open.

You were about to ask him "what?" but you already knew what he meant by his statement.

You sighed, "I already told you I'm not taking up the offer at Stark Industries."

The words hung heavy in the air. For who, you didn't know. There was still the feeling of regret clawing at your heart as Peter told you he went through the process of canceling the intern spot meant for you.

You would have settled-- preferred silence. Let the sound of the busy street and taxi cabs outside fill in the place to avoid the sting of his scoff. It had way too many implications; like how it made it feel like he didn't believe. Like he did not trust you.

But, like a fool, you further pressed on.

"Peter is your friend! He'd never try to 'use me as a spy' for Stark Industries!" You exclaimed, using air quotations as you used Harry's words.

"There's a lot of things Peter would do even if you didn't think so." He shrugged, not bothering to look you in the eye. But you could tell that there was a hint of frustration in his voice. The idea of you being able to get his cold demeanor to crack made you feel powerful. You should have known better.

"That's your takeaway?" You mimicked his scoff from earlier. "I know you have lots of reasons to be distrustful, but I cannot believe it extended to your girlfriend and best friend."

You didn't know why you felt so defensive on Peter Parker's behalf. You didn't know him very well. You two were civil, friends in a way there was occasional laughter shared but not close enough for you two to create inside jokes. Even if the two of you were sharing smiles, it was never only just you together. Harry was always there, as the bridge with his own stories to tell. You always thought if you would be friends with Peter in different circumstances. A reality in which you two would bond without being Harry's girlfriend. You didn't ponder on it a lot when Harry was around.

And as if he was able to connect with the weather, thunder struck out in the sky outside as you saw the anger start to flare in his crystal blue eyes. Rain poured in heavy drops and you could only hope the sound of it would drown out whatever words would come out next from Harry's mouth.

Somehow, your silent prayer worked and he didn't say anything else. All he did was sigh as he pulled away from you to pack up the scattered papers and pens on the coffee table.

You sat there in silence, watching Harry move around. He took his time pacing back and forth, entering his bedroom and back to most likely put his notebook in a secured place. When he did return, he didn't speak a word. All he did was put his hand out towards you, silently asking for you to take it. You knew it was his way of reconciling.

Harry's a very social person, always knows what to say depending on the situation, but when it comes to relationships, he admitted that he struggles. Whether it was with you or his father. He tries to make up for his lack of words his actions. You take his hand.

The elevator ride was eerily quiet. The only thing you could focus your attention on was the gold intricate details lining the surface since there's no music playing. Some of the tension inside you melted away when Harry ran his thumb over your interlaced hands.

Shame on you for believing that the tranquility that settled between you and him was going to last.

Harry pulled away when the two of you got into his Range Rover. The driver wasn't surprised when he ordered not to turn on the radio. Norman was calling him.

Looking out at the rainy streets of New York City, the sound of raindrops couldn't tune out Harry's frustrated sighs and explanations. You settled for grabbing your phone and earphones out of your bag. Attending a science high school meant tons of talks surrounding anything science-y and you loved it. But with Harry, it was overwhelming and a little too much for you. He liked to say to people that he didn't involve himself with OSCORP that much, but behind closed doors, he completely immerses himself in the research.

Hoping to get out of this melancholic mood, you put on a song that you and Harry slow danced to at homecoming. The familiar opening notes of the song seemed to calm your heart down. You remembered how it felt to be held close as you swayed with Harry under the twinkling lights.

By the bridge of the song, there was a smile on your face; small but evident. A shake on your shoulder gave you false hope.

"Can you lower your volume? I can hear it through your earphones," Harry said, nonchalant. Either oblivious to your frown on purpose or he simply didn't care. "I don't get why you listen to that song so much."

This time, you let the twist in your gut dig deeper.

Ping!

It was too late to compose yourself and you felt the sting on your cheek as your phone collided with it.

Rubbing your face, you expected a message from Flash's bitches, but you didn't know whether to feel excited or dreadful when you saw it was a text message from an unsaved number. You didn't need to guess who it was though.

- Hi, Y/N! It's Peter :) I wanted to ask how are you feeling?

To be honest, you couldn't find an exact word to serve as an answer to his question. Obviously, he was talking about how you feel physically and not after slipping back into some memories from the past.

Your thumb hovered over the screen, similar to your position a few minutes ago. Except this time, there wasn't a feeling of unease brewing in your chest.

A message saying that you're fine was already typed out but in a spur of the moment decision, you pressed call.

Peter woke with a start. Probably because he slept for only three hours.

The last thing he saw before slipping on his mask to play hero before sunrise was your goofy smile after he helped you settle in the backseat of Cindy's car.

Peter was supposed to head home after that, but he received an alert from KAREN of a robbery downtown. While he swung through the night, giddiness and flashes from your conversation consumed him. Though, he had to push it to the back of his mind when he arrived at the scene.

The crime scene was easy enough to shut down. After webbing all the criminals perfectly lined up against a wall, Peter left when the NYPD arrived a few minutes later.

Even though the robbery barely took up his time, Peter still arrived home exhausted. All the events from the night caught up with him. Still, he couldn't go to sleep for a reason.

Thankfully, Cindy kept to her word and texted him almost an hour later to tell him that you got home safe. After that, he tried to stay awake even more to ponder over what your conversation at Flash's party meant. Unfortunately, sleep won the battle.

Still, he woke with a start because he dreamt of you.

Well, not just you. Harry was in it too. In the dream, it felt like Freshman year all over again. Except the you in it looked like the you now. You have definitely matured, and had a happier glow to your look. Before, even when he kept his distance, he noticed the weariness on your face. Peter was glad it was gone now. Relief flooded through him when you said Harry's name last night to tell Tyler Corbyn off.

The dream felt more like a memory with a few alterations. Almost like a hallucination.

The three of you were by the bleachers near the track and field course. Harry's arm was slung over your shoulder and your hand was linked with Harry's other hand. Peter sat on a level below the two of you. Harry was telling a story and Peter couldn't help but sneak a joke of his own in. In response, you also told your own joke and you laughed with Peter. In the corner of his eye though, he could see the frown that settled on Harry's face.

Your laughter prolonged and this seemed to irk your boyfriend off.

"Babe, it's not even that funny, calm down." Harry's words immediately stunned you into silence and Peter felt like he had to remedy the solemn look on your face.

"It was funny, Y/N. Who knows, SNL might recruit you one of these days." Peter said, wanting nothing but to meet you in this dream in warm conversation.

At that, you gave him the same look you did back in the school cafeteria with the tulips in hand, and in Flash's kitchen where you asked him if he was really going to take you out on a date.

That's why he woke up. Deja vu for multiple reasons. One, the dream felt like a distant memory, two, the way you gazed into his eyes, and three, Harry.

It's been a few years when everything went down. The way you carry yourself now was different from before. Lighter, dare he say, free of heartbreak. But doubts and worries are ever-present in Peter's mind, usually saved for his crime-fighting persona, but right now all those thoughts are starring you.

Peter knows his worth and he won't let himself be used as a form of escapism. But Peter also knows that you, sweetest Y/N, would not do such a thing. Amongst his peers, most usually would go down a path of throwing one's self in relationship to relationship after a breakup.

A pang of guilt hit him as he remembers how much the people in school loved to gossip about you. You were already deemed popular the moment you entered the school grounds freshmen year but all hell broke loose when you and Harry got together. Everybody was surprised to see that no one had copied a page straight out of Gossip Girl's book and create an anonymous account to spy on the popular students. Then again, they weren't in a private school uptown, everybody was too busy with their science projects and creations.

No matter what grade they were in, some students always seemed to be curious about what happened between "power couple Harry and Y/N." But nothing factual was ever disclosed. Rumors were put out quicker than they were concocted. You kept to yourself after everything but still maintained to capture the attention of the student body. It was obvious you threw yourself into participating in as many student events and advocacies as a coping mechanism instead of going out to party and making out with other teenagers. Peter hit himself for even thinking that you'll use him as a rebound.

As the sunlight filtered through his curtains, he could smell the breakfast May was cooking up in the kitchen. The scent was appetizing but Peter remained laying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He contemplated whether to reach out to you. The thought made him nervous but it was better than to repeat his mistake of letting the days pass by without clearing things up with you.

"Peter? You up?" May knocking on his door broke him out of his trance.

Peter's face scrunched up, not ready to deal with his aunt just yet. He knows that she knows he arrived very late last night. He had yet to explain that it was the crime scene that prolonged his stay outside.

Peter gave up on the debate whether he should fake sleep or not, instead, he walked up to the door and greeted May with a sleepy smile.

"Got breakfast. Figured the smell woke you up with your Peter t-"

"May!"

Even though Peter was obviously exhausted, a small smile was playing on his lips as he chewed on a pancake. The happy feeling in the air was evident to his Aunt May. Though, she didn't push.

As she was doing the dishes, Peter decided to say screw it and take a leap of faith by texting the number Cindy gave him.

Peter's heart was thumping his chest as he pondered on what to say to you. In the end, he settled for a simple message asking how you are with a smiley face as the cherry on top.

He wasn't expecting much. Honestly, he hoped you were still asleep to get some rest after last night. You had way too much to drink and despite his superhuman tolerance towards alcohol, he knew the amount you had taken its toll on you.

As he heard Aunt May's humming with the dishes clanking as some sort of backup instrument, Peter decided to get up and help her with cleaning up. The two got into a familiar rhythm with Peter cleaning up the plates then handing them to his aunt to dry. They were working in harmony, that is until the boy's phone started ringing with a familiar name flashing on the screen.

"Ooh! Is that the same Y/N from before?" May cooed as she watched her nephew, an actual superhero, fumble with his phone and struggle with drying his hands.

"Hi."

It was common courtesy for the person who called to greet first, but you didn't have the guts for common courtesy right now. The lack of negative emotions in Peter's voice soothed you.

"Hi, Peter," You started. "Uhm, I'm doing good, thanks for asking. How about you?"

You had to fight the urge to scream at your awkwardness. You literally challenged him to break your heart last night and now you were struggling to ask him something as simple as "how are you?"

"I'm good!" His enthusiasm caught you off guard and probably him too so you heard Peter clear his throat, "Yeah, I'm good also. Uhm- I'm glad to hear you're okay. Did you get home safe?"

What the fuck. You physically put a hand over your stomach to calm down the metaphorical butterflies taking flight.

"I did! Cindy drove me-- but you already knew that didn't you?" You teased. "Thanks, by the way, for helping me not fall face-first into a bush somewhere in Flash's garden."

Peter's sweet laugh echoed in the call. Thank god you two were talking over the phone or else he'll see the stupid grin on your face.

"All in a day's work." He teased back.

"Hmm. Spider-man better watch out or else you'll take his job." You replied. The silence on the other end made you gulp in nervousness. Did you say something wrong?

"Oh, yeah, he better," Peter chuckled. "And speaking of better.. we should- uh.."

"Talk about last night?" You finished his sentence for him, despite you probably feeling the same amount of anxiousness.

Peter made a humming sound to let you know that he agreed with you. There was silence for a moment, nobody on both ends speaking until,

"So, do you like sandwiches?"

You'd been at Delmar's before, for a brief moment. Cindy was hungry and it was the first store the two of you encountered after a morning stroll. She had groaned and praised how the meat and tomatoes complemented each other. You didn't get anything since you weren't hungry that day and now you wish you had.

Peter was looking at you, waiting, while you squinted your eyes at the menu. In the end, you settled for saying that you'll have whatever Peter was having. Wasn't that good of a decision because of the pickles, but the way Peter passionately talked about the importance of having the bread smushed down real flat made up for it.

On the train ride to Queens, all you thought about was how to break the ice and address what had happened last night. Turns out, the script laid out in your head need not be used when Peter cleared his throat.

"I'm-- I--" You gave him an encouraging smile as he tried to find the right words to say. "Do you remember last night?"

"I told you I'm not a forgetful drunk." You winked. The flush that immediately spread over Peter's freckled cheeks gave you a sense of pride.

"So, we're official?" Peter may be Spider-man, excelling in different skills, but saying the right thing is something he needs to furnish.

Peter was way too nervous on his own to concentrate on your heartbeat. Good thing for you though, he didn't need to hear how it sped up at his words. Still, you opted for light hearted banter, not really wanting to turn the conversation into something way too serious.

"Hmm, I was promised a date," You playfully tapped your fingers against your chin. "I guess I first have to evaluate who I hired before they get the 'boyfriend' title."

The way you were speaking with such ease put a smile on Peter's face. Good, you think. You've had enough of brooding boys.

"Well, I hope he passes," Peter shrugged, then pretended to be deep in thought. "Does next Saturday work for the boss?"

You giggled at the words, but you caught a glimpse of Peter's phone that was on the table. Now, in your fully sober state, you welcome the feeling of deja vu.

You didn't want to be pessimistic, but you didn't want to blame yourself in the long run if you chose to be a stupid girl. Before you let Peter take you on a date, you had to make sure if he was still somewhat connected with Harry.

Peter most likely went through the same feelings that you experienced when it comes to losing someone. He lost a friend, a best friend, and you know how people say that sometimes that kind of loss is worse than a breakup. But earlier, you didn't miss the way Peter's username was on the list of the people who followed the Osborn heir's Instagram.

Love was definitely not on the table, at least not now. But you were decisive on restricting yourself from going through it again. It's a ruthless game that will break and burn anything that stands in its way.

But as you glimpsed at the boy with the soft curls you'd gladly run your fingers through if given the opportunity and warm brown eyes that are a far cry from the clear sea blues you're used to, you'd gladly tear your walls down.

There was a cloudy feeling of doubt scratching at your heart, but even after everything, you knew to yourself that you're willing to know more about this delicate, beginning rush.

"Saturday sounds perfect."

The school week dragged on. Though classes ended early, decathlon practice and extra decathlon practice kept you at school and took up most of your time.

You thought you were being sly as you exchanged secret smiles with Peter from across the room, but Cindy Moon's watchful eye wouldn't let anything like that slip.

The sun was starting to set in the horizon when the students held back because of extracurricular activities exited the school grounds. The decathlon members exchanged goodbyes before parting ways.

Peter waved at you and said his farewell. You stiffened when Cindy's grip on your arm tensed but you still returned the sentiment. You figured the exchange was also witnessed by Ned when you heard his enthusiastic voice ring in the air when they thought they had gotten far from where you were standing.

"Okay, what's going on?" Cindy asked. You already had a feeling on what she was hinting at but you feigned innocence.

"Don't give me that," She pressed on. You noticed her leg already bouncing up and down as you two waited for Flash in his car to turn the corner. "I've seen it since Monday. What's with you and Peter?"

Knowing you, Cindy asked for a specific explanation before you could quip a vague answer to her question.

"I-" Suddenly your shoes were of much interest to you when you felt the warmth on your cheeks. "We're going on a date."

"WHAT?!"

"Who?!"

The moment you admitted to Cindy what's been consuming your thoughts for the past few days, Flash pulled up in front of you with his car windows rolled down.

"Get in, losers," He said and you heard the click of the door locks. "And explain."

You and Cindy pushed at each other because, in your friend group, the front seat was dubbed as the assigned place for the person who has something to tell. You gave up when Cindy opened the door with one hand and kept you in place with the other. How was she this strong?

You slumped into the front seat with a defeated sigh.

"I'm not a loser, Eugene, but you will be." Cindy then cleared her throat, prompting you to say more about your predicament.

"What's that supposed to-"

"I'm going on a date with Peter."

You shrieked when the car suddenly came to a halt. The initial thought was that Flash had hit something, but thankfully you were just at a red light.

"Parker? Peter? Peter Parker?" Flash rambled.

Cindy was having the time of her life in the backseat, cackling as she taunted Flash about how he owed her 20 dollars.

"Is this with, like, the RED application form?" Flash continued. You knew you had to answer as concisely as to not freak out Flash who was driving.

All you could do was nod. He was still frantically fumbling with the steering wheel and radio controls which left you contemplating on choosing the right words to explain.

"I guess?" So much for the right words.

"I told you she'll choose Peter," Cindy piped in.

You heard Flash take a deep breath and you knew what that meant so you cut him off before he could start speaking.

"I know that Brad is all cool or whatever your standards are," You started to explain. "But c'mon, he said us going together to your party was a date."

Cindy made a sound that resembled an "eww" which somehow relaxed the tension in the car. Flash was laughing and shaking his head along with you. You were a sucker for old-school romantic gestures and your friends knew that.

"Where's he taking you?" Cindy asked out of pure curiosity.

Huh, you haven't even thought about that. Not that you think Peter would do bad or anything, but he didn't really bring anything up about the date. The date this Saturday. And oh my god, it's already Thursday.

"Fuck!" You whisper-shouted to yourself as you're reminded that you haven't found anything to wear yet.

"Well, that's not reassuring for Parker." Cindy quipped again.

"No, it's not-- it's stupid.." You sighed. "I don't know what to wear because I don't know where we're going."

"You don't?" Flash asked, a bewildered expression on his face. "You should so we can follow and we can beat him up if he does something wrong."

"Again, Flash, I'd like to see you try," You smirk, remembering how agile Peter was during that beer pong game. "And it's Peter Parker we're talking about, he can probably do no wrong."

"Yeah, except befriend he who shall not be named." Cindy was on a roll with her comebacks today.

But as she spoke, your blood ran cold. It was the effect Harry had on you. Not because of what you two shared in the past but it's simply because he's Harry Osborn. Oh, the stark contrast between the blonde and brunette best friends. Or ex-best friends.

It was as if the lovestruck cloud in your head cleared and you remembered the promise you made when you met up with Peter last Sunday. You felt guilty everytime you doubted Peter, but you have every right to protect yourself. It's ironic since all of this started because of a form that's supposed to guarantee heartbreak, but you felt this mutual agreement that it won't end that way. That the two of you will just go see whatever will come out of this and hopefully by and after November 19, Peter had kept to his promise of not breaking your heart.

Whatever was between you and Peter was different. Most of your life things happened through deliberate calculations, but here you are, anticipating a first date with the feeling of knowing so much yet knowing nothing at all. Maybe the only thing you really do know was that you trusted Peter with his word.

Saturday came and you woke up elated. A good morning text from Peter was at the top of your notifications. He also said that he'll meet you by your apartment by 4. You were about to ask how'd he know where you lived but he quickly backed up his text saying that Cindy told him. You chuckled when you remembered Flash begrudgingly handing a 20 dollar bill to her the other day. What made it funnier was that it wasn't even about the money but more of who gets the bragging rights.

Yesterday, Flash was more than happy to help check if Peter and Harry are still in contact. You knew it gave Flash an ego boost when you told him you needed his 'network' and 'expertise' to help clear your head. Fortunately, nothing came up. A photo of them at homecoming freshman year was still up on Harry's account but that was about it.

Now here you were, applying one last coat of lipgloss as you waited for the clock to strike four. You still have no idea where you were going so you opted for the safe option; a nice long sleeve dress paired with tights considering the September chill creeping up on New York City.

You plopped down on the couch in your living room, hoping to catch an episode on the TV. It was already 3:30 but you knew you'll be restless unless you do something about it.

An old episode of Modern Family was playing and that's when you heard the steady knocks. You glanced at the time on your phone screen. 3:55. You turned to look at the little mirror perched on the wall and took a deep breath in.

Peter was standing there, a nervous smile hanging on his lips and lavender colored roses in his hands. He waved.

"Hi."

"You're early." You can't help but say in admiration. You weren't used to somebody being punctual for a date.

Peter initially got nervous at your words but there it was again. That gaze. The one that met him in his dreams.

"Is that okay?" Peter still asked to make sure. He hoped he weren't squeezing the life out of the roses May helped him buy.

"No-I mean yeah! It means a lot," This boy leaves you breathless every damn time. "Let me go grab my purse."

There was silence five minutes into your walk until,

"I'm sorry." Peter suddenly said.

"For what?" Your brows furrowed at his sudden apology.

"That we're walking because I don't have a car." He whispered the last bit it was almost inaudible but you heard it.

In an instant, you grabbed his hand— not like you were thinking about it the entire day anyways– with your free one. The other was holding the lavender colored roses he gave you. It still left you in awe.

"Peter, I don't care about that, okay?" You squeezed his hand gently. "I love walking in the city. It's home."

Peter's heart nearly melted at the spot. The adoration in your voice when you continued to talk about your favorite places to walk by in New York left him relying on his spidey senses because he was too busy looking at you. He knows you were rambling to ease his nervousness and he was utterly grateful.

The wind picked up and you grasped his hand tighter. You hadn't let go and Peter didn't insinuate in any way that you should. A voice in your head was telling you that he was even enjoying it.

Your hand was starting to get cold so Peter knew he had to walk you two quicker to avoid the chilly weather. Eventually you two stopped in front of a bookshop.

It was a store owned by a French couple that had it's own independent café inside so people could shop for books and stop for a coffee at the same time. The sign was painted in a rich emerald green color with the name of the store written in golden cursive. The warm light inside gave off a cozy feeling and there you were again, with that dreamy gaze on your face.

"Shall we?" Peter put on the voice whenever he pretended that you were his superior that was about to evaluate his performance. It made you giggle every time so he knows he won't stop doing it for a while.

You let Peter lead the way into the entrance before he stopped to ask you if you wanted to browse the store or eat first. You opted for the first option and you two switched as you led the way towards the fiction section with Peter trailing behind you.

You two spent thirty minutes browsing and reading book summaries to each other. The enticing aroma of the freshly baked bread and coffee made your stomach rumble and unfortunately for you, Peter heard it. But all he did was give a giddy smile and walked side by side with you towards the tables.

Peter pulled the chair out to help you in and your breath hitched. Has he always been this much of a gentleman? Does he know how nice he is?

He sat opposite you. After you two ordered, another moment of silence hung in the air until the both of you started to laugh at the unintentional staring contest you just had. Maybe eye contact would be your thing from now on.

The coffee you ordered was served quickly and Peter started to talk about the one time he drank so much coffee, his Aunt May had to literally put on earplugs because of how loud and fast he was ranting about the latest Star Wars movie.

You softly laughed along to his stories and urged him to talk more about his Aunt May since she sounded really cool. You didn't know if it was appropriate to talk about your family because you never really talk about them to anyone. The last person you were with had to tell you that he was uncomfortable about family talk, whether it was about his or yours.

Your sudden shy demeanor caught Peter off guard but he didn't question it. The best he can do was make sure you have a nice time and judging by the twinkle in your eye under the warm lighting, he likes to think that you are.

After you finished your food, the both of you decided to go for one last walk around the store in the hope of finding a book good enough to purchase.

As you two drifted towards the autobiography section you saw a pastel green hardbound book and showed the cover to Peter.

"He's quite cute, isn't he?" You said while wiggling your eyebrows.

"Dr. Banner?" Peter laughed. "I guess, but he's more of a shy type."

You shrugged as you put the book back on the shelf, "I quite like shy guys."

The two of you exited the store with shy grins on each other's faces. You felt Peter inch closer to you as you walked and his hand not so subtly brushing against yours. You let him take it.

The sun was beginning to set, a mix of blue, purple, and pink blending in the sky. You turned around to look at the shop's sign one more time with a sigh of contentment leaving your lips.

"It's familiar. I just can't seem to put my finger on it." You said. Maybe you've heard Timothée Chalamet talk about it in an interview?

"Oh," Peter replied, looking at the sign too. "It's one of the bookshops that partnered with the school in that book campaign you hosted Sophomore year."

You froze. You couldn't seem to speak. How? Had Peter taken the time to memorize something like this? Nobody has ever made a gesture like this for you and there was no stopping the flutter in your heart. It was taking flight and you almost felt lightheaded—

"Are you okay?" Peter asked in concern. Unbeknownst to you, your heartbeat was so quick that it alarmed an actual hero.

"I'm—" You turned to look away from the sign and towards him. "I'm perfectly fine. Thank you for today, Peter."

"No problem, boss," Peter grinned. You giggled again. "But we're not done yet. Fancy a walk home while watching the sunset?"

This boy's smile was probably the most contagious in the world.

"This applicant has really outdone himself." You played along as you started the walk going back to your place.

"I'm glad to hear that." Peter said, finding the courage to start swinging your interlaced hands back and forth.

The rest of the walk home consisted of talk about some memories from school and you finally plucked the courage to talk about your family. After that, personal stories were exchanged and you couldn't stop laughing about the story on how frustrated Peter felt when he tried to skip rocks into the ocean one summer.

Your heart sank when your apartment came into view. You didn't want for this date to end, especially not when the sun had finally set and a blanket of starlight had perched itself on the sky.

Peter's hand started to feel clammy in yours and you wondered why. But realization hits you and yours started to sweat too. Will there be a kiss at the end of this night?

You've haven't kissed anyone in so long and you have never kissed anybody after a first date. You can tell Peter that, right? He'll be more than understanding, you reassured yourself.

You were put at ease when you two stopped walking and when Peter faced you and he wasn't leaning in or anything of the sort.

"Good night, Y/N." He squeezed your hand.

You had to think fast but your mind was going haywire at his action.

"Good night, Peter." You smiled and he squeezed your hand again.

Closing your eyes for a brief moment to gather some courage on your own, you opened them and leaned in to give Peter a kiss on the cheek. He gave your hand one final squeeze before he skipped away with an adorable wave of his hand.

The feeling of your lips that lingered on his cheek felt like a good luck kiss; because lord knows he'll need it as he slipped on his mask and asked his A.I to tell him more about the crime scene she's been alerting him about for the past two hours.

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