#marvel peter parker

[pixiexdusts-world]

Your camera roll if you dated Peter Parker

[kierancaz]

Ok I’m watching itsv again, this time with my dad, and I’m just thinking

You know how every universe has a Spiderman? And there yk was talk when atsv first came out like “haha wouldn’t it be funny if our Spiderman was spider-plush or spider-popsicle” well I don’t think that’s true.

Spider-plush comes from a universe of plushies, spider-popsicle comes from a universe of poorly made popsicles. I think our Spiderman is the one that we currently have. The fictional one.

Because I mean, how many people has he saved just by existing as fictional ??? How many people found Spiderman at a really difficult time in their life and he was the only reason they were able to keep going?? Like some people were saying stuff like “our dimension is the only one without Spiderman,” but no that’s really only earth 42 because even we have a Spiderman in the form of the fictional character.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

It‘s you, I love you

Peter Parker (TASM) x fem! Reader

summary: Peter and you have been in a situationship for quite a long time now.. What happens when he accidentally confesses how he feels about you when you two are arguing?

warning: none

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Peter swung between the skyscrapers of New York City, his senses alert as he patrolled the city.

Meanwhile, you strolled the streets below, oblivious to the secret he carried. The two of you shared a connection that hovered between friendship and something more, a delicate balance neither dared to disrupt. Maybe the two of you were too scared to take a further step.

One evening, You, frustrated and concerned, questioned his priorities, not knowing the weight he carried as Spider-Man. Peter, usually quick with quips, found himself fumbling for words.

"I just can't stand seeing you put yourself in harm's way all the time. Why do you always get involved into school fights anyway? I thought nobody really knew you?" you exclaimed, unaware of the truth.

"It's not like I do it for fun, you know?" Peter retorted, his frustration mirroring yours. "I have responsibilities, things I can't just ignore."

The tension hung thick in the air until Peter, in a moment of vulnerability, blurted out, "You don't get it, do you? It’s not about the "fights" Y/N. I didn’t call you so we can argue about such a small thing. It's about you. I... I care about you more than you realize. That is why I called you. It’s you, I love you. And everytime you act up because I got hurt again wants me make you my girlfriend. Because you care and I love your hands helping me heal."

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. "What do you mean, Peter?"

He hesitated. In a desperate attempt to prove a point, Peter quickly shot a web to catch your falling phone before it hit the ground.

Gasping, you stared at the webbing, your mind racing to comprehend the impossible. "What the...?PETER?"

Taking a deep breath, peter tried to make you calm down and finally agree to be your boyfriend. "It's me, Peter. I'm Spider-Man. And potentially your boyfriend?"

Your jaw dropped as the realization hit you. "You... you're Spider-Man? PETER WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? AND BOYFRIEND?"

He nodded, vulnerability etched across his features. "I never wanted you to find out like this, but you needed to know. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you without you knowing the truth."

The revelation left you speechless, emotions swirling within. Peter, sensing your internal struggle, took a step closer. "It's you. It's always been you. I love you, and that's why I do what I do. I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

His words hung in the air, and the weight of the confession lingered between you. The truth was overwhelming, but so was the depth of his feelings.

"I had no idea," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I never knew you felt that way."

Peter reached for your hand, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I didn't plan to tell you like this, but I couldn't keep it from you any longer. I needed you to know everything. Because I can’t help but get jealous whenever you mention another male person that isn’t me."

As the reality of the situation sunk in, you felt a mix of emotions — astonishment, gratitude, and a newfound connection that transcended the boundaries of friendship. With a gentle smile, you squeezed Peter's hand, finally understanding the sacrifices he made for both you and the city.

"Oh Peter… I love you too," you admitted, the truth bringing a sense of clarity to the tangled web of emotions that had bound you both for so long.

And finally, after many failed attempts, you kiss him. Passionately.

[that-headcanon-girl]

tony: y/n, pete...

y/n: yeah?

peter: yeah?

tony: sometimes, you don't get everything you want in life

y/n: then why do you literally give us everything we want in life

peter: that's what I was thinking

tony: because you're my kids and I'm obviously gonna spoil the shit out of you

morgan: what about me dad

tony: like I said, you don't get everything you want in life

y/n and peter: *in unison* OOOOOHHHHHH

morgan: love you 3000?

tony: no

y/n and peter: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo

[oh-bennyboo]

this era marvel has taken on is so traumatizing i’m gonna start reverting back to my 2012 wattpad tooth rotting fluff avengers compound fix it fics where clint hides in vents peter and shuri play pranks and make vine references and thor absolutely devours poptarts

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 12:-“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?”

Fandom: Marvel Spider-Man

Character: Peter Parker

Naughty or Nice

A/n: This should have came out yesterday 😩 also ab Au where no one died

It seemed like another normal day in New York, normal enough for you and Peter at least. It was the day after Thanksgiving which meant that you had to bring out the Christmas decorations it just sucked that you couldn't reach certain areas of the apartment that you shared.

Sticking out your tongue, you tried to toss the lights on the hook only for them to fall flat to the ground as a whine escaped your lips.

“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?”

Biting back a scream, you turned around to see Peter standing there with a sheepish smile. "Peter! I do not have a spider sense."

"Spidey."

"Huh?"

Grabbing the lights, Peter placed a kiss to your cheek as he started to crawl on the wall. "It's a spidey sense, and I know. I find it cute when you get startled."

Rolling your eyes, you reached into the box grabbing a few more decorations. "Whatever, just make sure they look good Peter. I want this place to look decent for your Aunt."

Gently hooking the lights, Peter gave you a grin as hr moved to the next spot grabbing the lights. "She already loves you so you're fine."

"Peter!"

Once done, he landed next to you as he placed a kiss to your cheek tugging you to his side. "But I will do anything to make you happy."

Shaking your head, you rested your head on his shoulder. "It does look nice."

"See what did I tell you!" Peter beamed until the light's started to flicker until they all went out in the apartment.

"Peter!"

"Mr.Stark is going to kill me."

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Peter Parker aka Spider-Man

[happypeachsludgeflower]

You know that cliche where a celebrity enters a look alike contest and looses? Peter Parker would defiantly join a Spider-Man look alike contest trying to win reward money for groceries and loose.

[izzylovesyou2022]

End Of The World~ Peter Parker

A/N: this story takes place after The War (Infinity War + End Game)

Pairing: Peter Parker x OC

TW: ptsd, panic attacks, fear, swearing

He hadn't lost her. He hadn't lost her. That had been Peter's one reassurance since the events of the horrible Wars and losing his mentor, Tony Stark.

He hadn't lost his crush and childhood best friend, Luna. She had been spared from the dusting and spared from being killed.

He paced the sidewalk in front of May's house, waiting for Luna to arrive. His fingers tore at his hair, something he'd always done but did more often now. His therapist had explained this was one "side-effect" of the PTSD he suffered. That his hands could never stay still.

Peter took in a large gulp of air and glanced in the direction of the street. He hadn't seen Luna since he'd left for battle and fresh tears, which he thought had run dry, filled his eyes at the sight of her rushing towards him.

"PETER," her high-pitched voice screamed, matching his choked out "Luna" as her body slammed into his. Her arms squeezed around his neck, nearly choking him but he didn't care, he couldn't bring himself to care.

He hugged her for all he was worth and collapsed onto the sidewalk, sitting up so she didn't scrape her knees.

"God, Pete, I thought I'd lost you. I thought I'd fucking lost you," Luna cried, pushing her head away from his shoulder and tugging a hand through his hair. That her own curly black hair hung in her face didn't bother her.

Peter shakily pushed the hair out of Luna's eyes and took in every inch of her. If possible, the honey color of her eyes had become more beautiful and brighter in the time he'd been gone. There were a few more lines under her eyes, from stress, he knew. She'd also become thinner, but she was still that fierce friend she'd always been.

"I...I thought you...you were....I thought...god, Luna, I thought I'd lost you," Peter yelled out, catching Luna as she threw herself against him once more. One hand rested on the small of her back and the other played with her hair.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt his shirt become wet with Luna's tears. Losing so much, but he hadn't lost her or May. His two girls.

Luna eventually pulled back from Peter's shoulder but neither of them dared to move from their positions.

"I heard about Tony," Luna choked out, her hands moving from Peter's shoulders to his hair, "I'm so sorry, Pete. He meant so much to you."

Peter sniffled and lifted one hand from Luna's waist to swipe hard at his eyes. He was too happy being back with her to yell at her for mentioning Tony's name.

"He died a hero," he said, settling both hands back on Luna's waist, "a fucking hero. I won't forget that."

Silence finally settled between them, too much left unsaid but neither of them willing to talk. Just being in each other's presence was good, solid, and safe. Rewarding after all the madness.

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Peter jerked awake with a loud gasp and clenched the bed-sheets with both hands. Sweat rolled down his cheeks and his breath came out in shaky waves. The nightmare had returned. Reliving Tony's death all over again.

He kicked off the covers and collapsed onto the floor with a loud bang. He began to shake violently and then started screaming.

"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark! Don't die! Don't die!"

His screams caused his Aunt May to burst into the room with her robe on and rush to Peter's side.

"Pete! Pete, hey, hey, honey, I'm right here."

She kept her distance, kneeling on the floor a few feet away, and kept talking to Peter.

"Remember what the doctor told us, honey? Breathe slowly and deeply."

She winced as Peter screamed again but knew she had to stay calm. Freaking out would only make Peter's panic even worse.

"Breathe, Pete, breathe honey. Slowly in, deep breath out."

She watched Peter's chest rise and fall rapidly, then watched as his breathing became slower.

"Good job, Pete, good job. Slowly in, deep out. I'm going to start counting, alright?"

Peter finally locked eyes on May and held out his hands, tears rolling down his cheeks.

May took his hands in hers and squeezed them, encouraging Peter to follow her breathing pattern.

"Good job, honey, good job."

Finally, Peter's breathing stilled, his shoulders relaxed, and he was able to talk.

"I..I had...I had...I had a nightmare, May," he stuttered, slowly standing up with May's help.

May wrapped Peter in a gentle hug and sighed.

"I know, honey, I know. Do you need to talk about it?"

She felt Peter nod his head against her shoulder and pull away from her.

"I just can see him take his last breath," Peter began, sitting on the bed and leaning into May, "he took his last breath like a hero and I...I couldn't save him. He'd saved the world but we couldn't save him."

May knew how much guilt Peter carried and wished she could fix it for him. But she knew only time and therapy would help him...and so would Luna. She'd seen a huge weight lifted off Peter's shoulders when he found out Luna was alive...that she'd been spared.

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Peter couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand the stares behind sent his way any time he walked into a class room. He couldn't stand the whispered "sorries" or the looks he'd get from teachers. If one more person tried asking him about Tony, he was going to snap.

"I have to get out of here," he whispered to Luna at lunch time, shoving down the guilt of disappointing May, but knowing she'd get it, "I can't stand it anymore."

Luna's parents had been encouraging her to go to school since the whole thing began, and for a split second, she thought about telling Peter no. But then, how could she just abandon him? Damn the consequences, she'd missed enough time, she had to leave with Peter.

She grabbed Peter's hand without word and guided him out of the lunchroom. They passed a few teachers on their way, but all they did was give Peter sympathetic smiles and pats on the shoulder. No one tried to stop them, and Luna wondered if they knew were two of their students were going.

They got out the door relatively unseen and sprinted across the parking lot to Luna's Ford-150 truck.

"Your parents might find out," Peter whispered, looking red in the face and biting his lip as he buckled his seat belt.

"Híjole! I've missed enough time with you, Pete, screw what happens. What does schooling matter when the world has gone insane and I nearly lost my best friend?"

Luna's voice shook as she sped out of the parking lot and Peter noticed the anger and the tears in her eyes.

The car ride was a comfortable quiet as Luna drove, but there was nothing quiet in Peter's "every-five-second" glances at Luna.

Her hands gripping the steering wheel with enough force to break it, her honey eyes narrowed as she paid close attention to the road, her black hair blowing carelessly in the wind.

"Luna," he said, "I'm sorry for leaving. I..I should have told....told you where I was going....I should have at least said goodbye....I should have done a lot of things differently...."

He didn't notice the car stopping, the only thing he knew was Luna throwing off her seat-belt and her trembling lips.

"Shut up, Pete. Shut up! You fucking idiot, I'm not stupid! I knew you were off to save the world! You were off to save me and May and all our classmates! Fuck, Pete, you're a hero! A fucking hero, you idiot!"

Peter didn't have time to be shocked or be startled before Luna yanked out the truck door and gestured for Peter to follow.

He obediently left the truck and followed her to an oh-so-familiar place. The fields three miles from their home where they were talk and be kids before the war.

"I came here any time I'd get a chance where you were gone," Luna cried, her hands fluttering from her pockets to her hair, staring at Peter with flashing, tear-filled eyes, "because I had to have some part of you! I'd come here wearing that black rose necklace you got me for my thirteenth birthday and talk to you, hoping and praying that whoever up there was listening would bring me back to you!"

She paused to take a breath as Peter stood there, hands at his side, hanging on to her every word. His eyes locked on her face, flashes of tears and love and whatever other word could be used, rushing through his eyes.

"I thought for sure I'd lost you that night, Pete, I thought I'd fucking lost you! That I'd never seen those chocolate eyes again or listen to your stupid jokes or listen to that laugh or feel your arms around my shoulders, Pete! I thought....I thought I'd never get the chance to tell you that I saw you as more than my best friend, that I'm IN LOVE WITH YOU!"

The screams of those last four words hit Peter like a Cupid hitting him with an arrow and he stepped forward to grab her shaking arms. He held them gently, softly, in his own then, lifted her wobbling chin up to meet his.

They started at each other, chocolate eyes meeting honey, best friend meeting best friend, as hearts thumped wildly in their chests. Both of them lost in the moment until finally.....

Luna had her arms around his neck and sparks and fire and pent-up feelings exploded between them as lips connected and tears flowed. Peter wrapped his hands around her back and held her as tightly as he dared.

When their lips disconnected, Luna rested her forehead on Peter's and heaved out a long sigh.

"The world nearly ended, Pete, but..."

"...ours is just beginning," Peter finished as he pulled her in for another kiss.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect Quote

Store Worker: Would a “Tony” please come to the front desk?

Tony, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker, pointing to Peter and Y/n: I believe they belong to you?

Peter and Y/n, simultaneously: We got lost.

Tony: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me—

[kirbyfigure]

[sivyera]

Made for Kill.

PAIRING: Peter Parker x hydra!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of killing,abuse, knife, gun, blood, swearing, bad grammar

CONTAINS: angst

SONG: All For Us - Labrinth

gif is not mine

The night breeze blew your hair off your face. You sigh. Black mask on your mouth let out a quiet rattle.

You were running on roofs of some buildings. You had black suit with many pockets on your legs. You had a gun attached on your right thigh. And one knife attached on your hip.

You didn't need much for this mission. Your target was a young boy so you didn't expect he would fight back. Especially at night. You had to kill him in his sleep.

While you were running you tried remember something. But your head was empty. Just like your eyes.

You didn't even remember your name. But something inside you told you that this isn't the first time you were brainwashed. And that this isn't the first time you have to kill someone.

Everything you know was seven and Hydra. Maybe that was how they named you. Seven.

You jump on the building. Here should be the boy. You looked down of the roof on his window. It was open. You stuck your hook on the windowsill and started to lower yourself down.

You look to his room. Lights were off and no one seemed to be awake. So you quietly crept into his room.

You looked on the floor if there isn't anything that could wake him up. You slowly and quietly come to him. He was turn to the wall so you saw his back.

You wipe off a trickle of blood from your forehead so the blood wouldn't drop on him and wake him up. Before you came here you were fighting some people at Hydra basement, probably. So you were little beat up.

You also had a bloodshot eye because a vein in your eye burst. But it doesn't matter now.

You pull out your gun and put muffler on it. You aimed at his head and wanted to pull the trigger. But you couldn't. Why?

Why you couldn't? He was just a target, just a mission. Your hand start shaking a little. You had a million thoughts in your head.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and aim him again.

You frowned. He wasn't anyone to you, you didn't know him, right? Or maybe he was but you don't remember.

'Fuck!' you cursed. You can't shoot him. Something inside you tell you that he was important. He was important to you, before you got completely brainwashed.

You start getting anxious and you wasn't supposed feel anxious. You have no emotions. You were made for killing not loving.

You couldn't take it anymore. You ran out of his room to the night. You can't go back to Hydra because they would probably kill you after you tell them you didn't kill him.

You were just running as fast as you could anywhere your legs take you.

Little you didn't know that Peter wasn't asleep and he felt everything. Everything you felt, he felt too. He was spider-man so he have spider sense.

But you forgot it. He even heard the sound of the gun you pointed at him. He start shaking and sobbing. He cried all night because of you.

He felt horrible. He wasn't mad at you, he was mad at himself that he couldn't protect you. He couldn't protect the love of his life.

[mrsstarkey1]

nice to meet you - peter parker

SUMMARY: after doctor strange wipes everyones memories of peter parker, he meets a girl in a coffee shop

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: none

You absolutely hated living in the city. There was so much crime and violence, there were so many people everywhere. And it smelled disgusting. You were much more of a small town girl, and you missed your hometown more than anything.

You moved to New York for your first year in college at Columbia. If it wasn’t for the scholarship you received, you would have never considered moving to the grimy city. You could admit that it grew on you, slowly. You especially could tolerate it during this time of year.

Christmas in New York was truly magical. The snow, the lights, the music. It so easily became your favorite time of the year.

You also loved Christmas break. No school and plenty of time to yourself. Plenty of time to dedicate to your writing that you put off throughout the school year.

You sat in your usual seat and your favorite cafe, just outside campus. It was the least crowded cafe in the area, and it was the most relaxing. You sipped on your  hot chocolate in between typing paragraphs of your short story. You smiled a little at the progress you’d made in the couple hours you’d been sitting there. It was the most you’d written in weeks.

“Going well, hm?” A familiar voice said from behind you, and you tilted your head to see your friend Sarah.

You nodded, “so well,” you said with a happy sigh, leaning back in your chair. “I’m nearly finished.”

Sarah smiled, patting you on the shoulder, “I’m very proud. I’ll grab you a celebratory muffin, on the house.”

You let out a small chuckle at her offer, “I’d love that, thank you.”

Sarah disappeared behind the counter, and you placed your fingers back over the keys, desperate to finish this story before you lost inspiration. 

Minutes passed as you typed away, the Christmas tunes in the background playing softly in your ears. Once you typed the last word, you let yourself slump back in the chair with a relieved sigh. You noted the time, and wondered where Sarah was with your celebratory muffin. You were starving.

Your eyes traveled up to the counter where Sarah was helping a customer. You could just see the backside of the man, but once your eyes landed on him you couldn’t tear them away. He was decently tall, dressed in dark jeans and a heavy jacket. His hair, brown and curly sat at the top of his head, pieces of snow and ice mixed in.

After moments of ogling, you made eye contact with Sarah, and your cheeks turned red thinking about how long she had seen you staring at the mystery man. Sarah’s eyes twinkled with an idea, and she looked back and forth between you and the man in front of her.

Your eyes widened as Sarah hit the guys shoulder lightly to get his attention, then pointed over to your table. He turned swiftly, and you directed your gaze to back to your computer, trying to hide from him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back over toward him, and you prayed that if you clicked your heels together 3 times you’d be back in your apartment.

After a couple moments, you assumed he’d gone away, or at least forgotten about whatever Sarah said about you. You brought your eyes up from your computer, and at the exact same moment, a chocolate chip muffin was laid down right in front of you.

You examined the hand next to the muffin. It was… masculine. Definitely not Sarah’s.

Your heart literally skipped a beat when you forced yourself to look up at the owner of the hand, and the giver of the muffin. If there was any word to describe the man you were looking at, you’d have to say it was handsome.

Handsome enough to literally take every word you knew from your brain, leaving you speechless.

“The girl up there, um-” he turned slightly to point to where Sarah had been standing, “told me to bring this over to you?” he said, as if unsure of his own words, and his nervousness made you a little more relaxed. “She also um,” he cleared his throat, “said I should ask if I could join you,” he said quietly with a bashful smile.

You couldn’t stop the smile from playing on your lips at his words and nervous facial expression. His eyes scanned yours, awaiting a response, and you found yourself literally drowning in them. You had never been so lost in someone’s eyes before. You snapped out of it after a few seconds, realizing you hadn’t said a word. “I’m sorry, um, absolutely. Absolutely you can join me,” you breathed out quickly, gesturing to the empty seat across from you.

The mystery man’s face broke into a heartwarming smile, and he gratuitously sat down at the table, shrugging off his jacket. He was wearing a simple gray hooded sweatshirt that fit loosely on his figure. His cheeks were red from the cold, making him impossibly cuter.

You finally forced yourself to tear your eyes away from his, knowing that if you kept the eye contact you wouldn’t be able to form any thoughts.

“Thanks for bringing me my muffin,” you said eventually with a smile, tearing off the wrapper.

“No problem. Um, I’m Peter, by the way,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

Peter. He looked like a Peter.

You pulled your hand from the muffin and reached out to shake his, “y/n,” you introduced yourself with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you. Do you live in the city?” hopefulness was laced in your voice. With your luck with men, he would be here on business from a far-away country.

He nodded, “yeah, not too far from here. You?”

You took a bite of your muffin and nodded, “I live in an apartment just off campus,” he looked confused for a quick second, so you added, “I go to Columbia.”

Peter’s eyes twinkled with admiration, “Wow, that’s really impressive. Columbia’s a great school. What’s your major?” He leaned forward on the table, resting elbows on the edge.

“Journalism,” you said with a smile. “They have a really great program. I’m really lucky to even be in it,” you shrugged a little.

“I’ve always wished I was good at writing. I’m much more of a math and science guy.”

You chuckled a little, and shook your head profusely, “not me. I’m awful at anything that involves numbers. Maybe you could help me with my statistics homework,” you said, a joking tone in your voice.

Peter smiled, “I’m happy to help if you’ll let me,” he said sincerely.

You let your smile grow, thrown by his real offer. “Yeah?”

Peter nodded, “yeah,” he confirmed.

Peter spent an hour trying to explain the unit you were learning in stats, and with every passing moment you became more embarrassed about your lack of understanding. But Peter was so patient, and so sweet.

He would admit, it was like teaching inferential statistics to a toddler, but he loved every moment of it. He loved the way your eyes twinkled when you found something you understood, and the way you put your head in your hands with a angelic laugh every time you didn’t understand. He would sit in that cafe and teach you anything you wanted for hours upon hours if he could.

Unfortunately for Peter, you glanced at the time on your computer and let out a sigh. “It’s getting late,” you breathed out, followed by an involuntary yawn.

Peters lips twitched into a small frown, but he covered it up quickly with a laugh,“I didn’t even realize it was dark out.”

As you packed up your school things, Peter mentally debated whether or not to ask you for your phone number. In the moment, he wanted nothing more than to see you again.

But a big part of him didn’t want to let anyone know him. He felt like every person that he let in got hurt in some way. Even just knowing Peter Parker, not even Spider-Man, was like a curse.

You were the first person he’d had more than a 2 minute conversation with since Doctor Strange erased his existence. You were the first person he let himself talk to. Now that he thought about it, you may be the only person in the world to know his name.

Peter stared at you shamelessly as you backed your bag up, and slid on your winter coat. He went against every single part of his brain telling him to just leave the cafe and never look back and said, “could I get your phone number?”

You met his eyes with a surprised smile, and you nodded after a second, taking a small step toward him. “Hand me your phone,” you said simply, a smile still playing at your lips.

He did as you instructed, and you typed your number in, sending yourself a quick text so you had his number. You handed it back to him, your fingers grazing along his for a split second.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, his brain effected by the small moment of contact.

You nodded curtly with a smile, and let out a sigh. “I should, um,” you gestured toward the door subtly, mentally slapping yourself in the face. You didn’t want to go, but you didn’t know if Peter wanted to do anything more than teach you statistics. “I should get going. I’m exhausted,” you said with a small chuckle.

Peter nodded understandably, “It was nice to meet you, y/n. I’ll see you again sometime, yeah?”

“Absolutely. It was nice to meet you too, Peter.”

You turned on your heel, walking away from him. He found himself wishing, begging internally that you’d turn back around. You glanced at him one more time through the window of the cafe, sending him one more of your gorgeous smiles. His heart skipped a beat, and he smiled to himself.

He stood in the cafe for a couple moments, reminiscing in the last 3 hours. It was the longest that he hadn’t been completely and utterly alone in nearly a year, so those hours meant everything to him.

He spent the walk back to his apartment, thinking of you. Your laugh played in his head on repeat, never ceasing to bring a smile to his face. He knew how pathetic it seemed that you, a woman he just met in a cafe a few hours ago, were on constant repeat in his head. But you were the only good thing that had come into his life in what felt like a lifetime.

The sound of his creaky apartment door opening is what finally took you from his mind, and he was reminded of what his life really was. He brought his finger up to the light switch, turning it on. The light flickered off much quicker than it flickered on, and Peter let out a scoff.

Peter changed into his pajamas in the corner of his dark apartment. He nearly flinched at the coldness he felt without his jacket and thick jeans. The heat had gone out at his apartment weeks ago, and it was starting to get unbearable. He kicked on his personal heater at the foot of his bed, and got under the many blankets he had piled on his mattress.

He pulled the blankets up to his chin, trying to cover every part of his freezing body. Turning on his side, he closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep before the night air got too cold for comfort. Peter fell asleep with the image of you in his mind, the only thing that kept his soul warm.

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[msforbiddenforest]

peter: so you guys really love me, right?

y/n: yes

tony: yes

peter: and you would do anything for me, right?

y/n: um...yes

tony: yeah

peter: so, um...

y/n: ugh you're making me nervous pete! just spit it out, goddamn!

peter: well now I am not saying it!! :(

[breakingb4tz]

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Gwen Stacy aka Spider-Gwen