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SPIDER-MAN 2099′S CINEMATIC DEBUT IS LOOKING GOOD SO FAR
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stoney053 · 7 months
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“It’s canon, you can’t fight it.”
- Miguel x Spiderwoman! reader
- Warnings: None really? Angst, fluffy, death, some spoilers but not really, Miguel is so fine.
Summary!
Y/n has to witness the worst canon event as a spiderman. Miguel gets soft for her and comforts her pretty much.
- Authors note!
This is my first time posting any of my work! Its pretty short, fast, and cute heehe. Feel free to like/share it means a lot 🫶🏻. Hope you enjoy!!
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“Shit.” Y/n whispered to herself looking at her phone mid swing, seeing all the texts from her Dad made her head hurt before even hearing him. She frantically swung home preparing herself for the lecture she was about to endure. As soon as she got through the window she threw on sweats and a hoodie to conceal her spider-suit. She swung around the building with her mask still concealing her identity. After sneakily entering her apartment through the front door she was met by the wall of raft standing infront of her. “I know, I’m sorry. I just lost track of time..” She gently said as nicely as she was capable of.
“You’re grounded. A month.” Her dad spoke sternly with authority in his voice. Probably not the best thing about having a cop for a dad.. Y/n couldn’t protest the punishment, but she could work around it. She nodded and walked to her bedroom, an expression of defeat plastered on her face trying to show some type of guilt to her dad. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay trapped in her room for a month even if she wanted too. Yet alone a whole day.
The next night consisted of fighting an ancient villain from some other dimension. It was stronger than her and the constant hollering from the NYPD was not helping. She attempted to web the creature, and attacking him while he was off guard. It wasn’t enough though. Then a familiar voice threw her off completely, one she hadn’t heard in years. Y/n lost all attention in the creature as she searched for the source, but couldn’t find it. The search was interrupted by the villain shooting stone blades at her. She dogged the hits nearly in time as she watched them collide with webs? The webs were followed by an exhausted looking Peter B. Parker. “Hey, kid. Been a while” He greeted her with a smile and open arms. She ran into his arms she almost knocked him over. The hug was cut short by the monster coming to attack the pair. They quickly took him down and Peter put him in some sort of red cage that made him stop glitching and trapped him.
After Peter explained everything to Y/n she was confused, but excited knowing that there were so many more people just like her. “You have to take me with you, please! That sounds amazing!” She exclaimed, practically begging him. He sighed with a half smile. How can one trip for the kid hurt? Peter thought to himself. Sure Miguel might flip his shit but he’ll get over it.
“Oh God I’m gonna be sick” She groaned holding her stomach as she stepped out the portal into a huge dark room with a floating platform. A tall man leaned over the side already looking furious. She met his eyes and immediately stopped feeling nauseous, she was to consumed by the fear caused by the intimidating man above her.
Peter broke the silence first. “Oh Miguel! I brought a friend back… This is Y/n, you know the spider woman I’ve told you about” He tried to sound casual even though anyone could hear the regret and nervousness in his voice. All Miguel did was raise an eyebrow and look back at her. He was already at their level and he stepped closer to her, his face a bit calm now. Peter looked at him dumbfounded, why wasn’t he furious?
He held his stare on her till he was about two feet away from her then he finally spoke. “You aren’t supposed to take anyone here without my permission. No exceptions.” His gaze shifted to Peter, she sighed in relief when his eyes left hers, he was beautiful but God. If looks could kill she would’ve dropped. The conversation between the two Spidermen arguing over her presence carried on. All she could do was watch. She wasn’t even listening just observing Miguel. He looked like a God, she had to hold back as hard as she could from whispering “gyatt” to herself.
Now they were both staring at her while she had her eyes glued on his biceps. Once she realized a few seconds later she looked at Peter as she spoke. “I can just leave it’s no big deal, I don’t want to create any problems” She glanced between the two and Miguel let out a sigh. There was something about her that flipped something in him. Miguel couldn’t figure out if it was the innocence radiating off of her or her whole demeanor.
“Fine. Only today and she better not show up here again.” He finished his statement with that serious expression, almost inches away from Peters face like a scolding father. Peters face lit up and thanked him with a pat on the shoulder. Miguel walked up to Y/n and took her wrist into his hand before placing the wristband on her to prevent her from glitching in the foreign universe.
She smiled looking up at him and watched as he put the band on her. “Thank you so much! You won’t regret it promise!” She followed quickly behind Peter as they left Miguels office both of them gleaming with excitement. Peter couldn’t wait to show his old friend around. While Miguel couldn’t take his eyes off of the security cameras, watching her every move.
Once Y/n was back in her dimension she went home and acted as if she had been there all day. Having two parents that work all day made it a lot easier. Her dad should’ve been home by now though. Then almost on cue she heard sirens going past her apartment and a tingle went through her body. Something was wrong, very wrong. She put her suit on and took off out the window following the police cars. A gasp left her mouth as she watched a building beginning to collapse with her father standing directly below it. She swung faster than ever to her dad, then she was hit by something. Miguel. He grabbed her and swung away from the scene. “What are you doing!? I have to get my dad!” She screamed at him trying to get out of his grip. “Miguel let me go!” She continued to yell and hit his chest, tears now streaming down her face beneath her mask. She wasn’t going to make it to him.
He held her against himself not budging. “You can’t save him! You’re putting this whole world at risk!” She didn’t care. His words meant nothing. She kept trying to get away, never taking her eyes off her father. “It’s a canon event if you interfere you could kill everyone.” His voice was ignored. She finally got out of his grip and lunged to her father as the building collapsed on top of him and a few other officers. It was too late. Her crying never stopped as she dug through the debris. She begged and yelled for him but got to him too late. Once she had her father in her arms she sobbed watching as he took his final breath.
Y/n hugged him tightly sobbing against the top of his head. “Dad please.. W-We need you.” She begged through her sobs holding him for the last time before he was taken away by the paramedics. A warm hand was pressed onto her shoulder, startling her slightly. She looked up and met eyes with Miguel. Her sadness was taken over by the rage she felt for him. “You! This is your fault! I could’ve saved him!” She yelled as she stood up and hit his chest. “My dad is dead because of you!” Every word was met with a fist to his chest. He sighed taking every hit, letting her scream at him.
Once she had stopped yelling he attempted to comfort her. He knew she was furious but couldn’t leave her like that. Her body was engulfed in a hug against his chest. She didn’t move, she just cried against him. They had to leave though, he swung away holding her in his firm grasp. “I’m so sorry, cariño. It had to happen.. I’ll explain when we get back” His voice was soft as he set her down on the top of the building he landed on. Her sobs had settled slightly and she held onto him tightly. The only response he got was a small nod. She barely comprehended what he said just knew she needed his explanation about why she had to let her father die.
Miguel threw down a portal and stepped in still holding her. When they arrived at Nueva York they were met with Peter who had been waiting since Miguel left. Once Y/n caught sight of him she hugged him tightly after leaving Miguels arms. She didn’t know how to feel. All she could feel was guilt and rage. If she was capable of it she would kill Miguel right now. Her father was dead because of him. The more these thoughts flooded her head the more furious she grew. She pulled herself out of Peters grasp and faced Miguel, she stared into his slender eyes that looked somewhat sympathetic. “Why would you stop me.. why did you let him die!?” Her words would switch between the saddened and fury. She did her best to hold her tears back but couldn’t hold them very long.
A long sigh was all that left his mouth, his hand flying up to hold his head almost preparing himself for his speech. “It had to happen. It’s part of every spiders story, you couldn’t save him because it would’ve destroyed your entire Earth.” He explained as calmly as he could. “We all had to lose someone..” His words continued as the holograms of many spidermen holding a loved one flashed infront of her view. She observed the scenes playing as confusion washed over her.
Her gaze went back to Miguel, slightly calmer. “Why? Why can’t we stop it? How do you know that would’ve happened?!” The calmness washed away as she flooded him with questions. He didn’t respond, he only played a video of himself with a little girl.
He explained what he had done, how he tried to fight the canon event. She listened intently, the most focused she had been in hours. “Theres no way to stop it. You almost destroyed your world thats why I came. It was either him or billions of people..” She nodded slowly with a few tears streaming down her face. “I wouldn’t have done it if there were no consequences. But I can’t allow you to stop a canon event.” He spoke softly but sternly. As if he was trying to comfort her but still have his authority over her known.
“I understand..” She said barely above a whisper as she looked down away from him. “Why did you take me back here though?” She asked confused. She wasn’t supposed to come back here she thought. Her emotions were finally somewhat under control at the moment.
His eyes never left hers, he wanted to hold her so bad. He knew how hurt she was and he knew that so much of her anger was directed to him. “Because.. We needed to make sure you’re okay” He needed to. He needed to know that he was close to her during this. Of course he couldn’t tell her that, not yet at least. Miguel slowly made his way closer to her and softly placed his hand on her cheek. “If you need anything I’m here.. All you have to do is call me and I’m there.” She nodded as a small tear fell down her face. He wiped away her tear and removed his hand. Peter then took her to her temporary room which only a few rooms away from Miguel. He wanted her as close as possible to him at all times. He needed to be near her, to make sure she was safe and he was there if she needed him.
Once Peter left the room she broke down, she silently sobbed into her pillow. She wished she could’ve saved him but knew it was the only correct choice. Her sobs only got worse, hyperventilating into the blanket trying to muffle her yells. The watch Miguel had given her sent him her vitals due to them being so out of control. He quickly left his room and rushed down the hall to hers. Miguel softly knocked on her door and tried hearing through the door. “Y/n? Can I come in?” He received no response, he could only hear the faint muffled cries. Obviously he wasn’t getting an answer so he opened the door slowly and walked in, closing it behind him. “Hey..” He said quietly as he carefully put his hand on her shoulder. He didn’t want to startle her but wasn’t sure what to do in general. Miguel was never like this, he had no idea why he was acting the way he was. Y/n tried her best to stop crying as she slowly looked up at him. Feeling his touch alone helped calm her down a little. He had no idea what to do now, till she broke down again. “Oh no, y/n.. I’m sorry” He sat beside her on the edge of the bed rubbing her back trying to calm her down. Once her sobs started to slow down he gently pulled her into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nearly going limb against his chest. He held her like that, comforting her to his best abilities. Eventually her sobs turned into quiet sniffles getting softer and softer. She felt safe with Miguel, like nothing bad could happen while they were like this.
Y/n slowly looked up at Miguel, her eyes red and puffy from crying so much. “Thank you so much for staying..” She moved her hand up to his face and moved a few stray hairs away from his face and rested her hand on his cheek. She stared at him probably longer than she should have, but couldn’t stop admiring every feature. Her eyes wondered on his lips the longest, they looked so soft and plump, perfect even.
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the slight smirk that was displayed on his lips. “I told you I’m always here hermosa” His large hand kept moving up and down her back, never looking away from her face. He thought she was gorgeous but knew she would be dangerous for him, he didn’t care about that though. Slowly he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. Miguel felt at peace for the first time in years. He let out a long sigh of relief as he pulled her closer against him, practically on his lap.
She smiled hearing his words as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She needed to be close to him. He made her feel so safe and warm. She closed her eyes starting to doze off, till she felt a warm pressure on her lips. It took her a second but quickly realized Miguel had just kissed her.. She kissed back as soon as the realization hit her. Her hand immediately moving to hold his cheek while he hesitantly pulled away. Both of them were met with the other smiling. They both showed genuine happiness for the first time in a long time for both of them. After that, Miguel knew she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
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wincore · 2 years
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deck the halls (with spiderwebs) | ldh
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pairing: spiderman!haechan x fem!reader
synopsis: donghyuck’s short term goal is to finish his bachelor’s degree even if it’s with a 20% attendance, and his long term goal is to be the smoothest, coolest spiderman ever. the latter, however, doesn’t really work out when he’s crashed into a wall thrice in public because of you.
genre: spiderman!au, bff2l, action (??), comedy, fluff
warning(s): injuries (so many), sexual innuendos, language, j*ke gyl*enh*al slander
words: 10.2k 
song rec: sunflower by post malone, swae lee
notes: ok so. pls read this like a movie in your head bc i was thinking of movies instead of actual literature writing this. also thank you miss cat, pun queen and professional title maker, for donating this title to me bc i could never come up with something so good 😩
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There’s a two hundred-foot-tall stone gargoyle in front of Donghyuck’s university. Donghyuck has no idea why there’s a two-hundred-foot-tall stone gargoyle in front of his university. 
It stands proud, eyes trained on the horizon, looking way too lively for marble. In fact, the most disturbing part is probably that the thing is alive. Its face is a little less scary than the actual gargoyle statues at monuments, owing to the rather kind, round shape of its eyes. A stone mustache follows under its nostrils, falling into place (it’s a sculpture) in a way that makes it seem refined. God, why is Donghyuck evaluating a behemoth stone figure obstructing pedestrian traffic? He should get up there and convince it to leave.
“What the fuck is that?” Renjun says from beside him.
“A two-hundred-foot-tall stone gargoyle,” answers Mark Lee, ever so helpful.
“Well, why is it here?” Renjun hisses.
“Uh.” Like Donghyuck mentioned, Mark Lee is ever so helpful with his answers.
You know who’s actually helpful? That’s right—Professor Kim for not kicking Donghyuck out of his classes for the last few weeks. Granted he was only an average of five minutes late and less truck-accident-core than before. The second most helpful person in Donghyuck’s life is obviously Spiderman. If it wasn’t obvious, that’s because he forgot to mention he’s Spiderman.
“When will we get a peaceful walk home?” Jaemin rolls his eyes. “It’s some bullshit every week.”
“It’s not like you have to do anything,” Jeno counters. “Spiderman comes and gets rid of them.”
That’s his cue, and leaving might arouse suspicion but not in this case. Donghyuck knows these guys. They wouldn’t care about finding Spiderman’s identity unless they were rewarded with pizza coupons or chocolate chip cookies. 
“I’m gonna go ahead…” Donghyuck flashes them a pair of finger guns.
“Oh no,” Renjun huffs in annoyance. “You are an asshole but you have to stop leaving us during times of crisis.”
“Ugh. I don’t care about the gargoyle, I care about not getting kicked out of ochem. Spiderman will handle it anyway, right?”
That’s partially true. He does not want to get kicked out of class again but he also doesn’t want an animated gargoyle the size of a Boeing to destroy his campus. He’s going to make this quick. Evading this bunch of idiots isn’t that hard, honestly. 
Just as Donghyuck is about to fasten his pace, he bumps into another unwanted face in front of the engineering hall. 
“Oh, hey, (name).” His voice cracks immediately. 
Donghyuck clears his throat. He’s not trying to impress his best friend since third grade, certainly, but putting on a smoother, deeper, and sexier voice can’t hurt. He needs a rep boost as just Lee Donghyuck. “Hey, (name). Didn’t see you there.”
You cross your arms.
“You are way too relaxed for someone failing ochem,” you chide.
“I’m not failing ochem,” he defends quickly. “I know what aminoethanoic acid is.”
Why would he say that? He's far from smooth now.
“What does glycine have anything to do with that?” You raise an eyebrow. “Weirdo.”
“No… particular reason. God, I’m not arguing with my rich, hot, nerd best friend who tries to act better than everyone else. Resolve your daddy issues first.”
Donghyuck stomps his foot in impatience before attempting to bypass you and your stupidly gorgeous face. (He didn’t say that out loud and he never will.)
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” You grin. “You think I’m hot?”
“That’s why you stopped me?”
“Oh, uh. Right. I need help. You noticed the huge gargoyle outside campus?”
“Huge is an understatement. Either that or you’re really bad at using guesstimating words.”
“Shut up.” Your voice lowers, and Donghyuck hates to admit this, but the sudden spark of concern in your voice tugs at his heart in the most maddening way possible. 
There’s a long pause.
“Well?” 
You mumble out an answer, “That…uh… that may have been my fault.”
“Oh?” Donghyuck straightens. “Is that so?”
“Don’t get cocky.”
“I was born better than everyone else, can’t help it.”
He was better than everyone else till a spider bit him. Now he has to find cats and fight some ridiculous fish monster at 3 a.m (the fish monster was a one-time thing but they get increasingly unbelievable each time) and deal with dark circles as massive as a continent. He thinks he'd make a far better supervillain. Having to be all goody-two-shoes and friendly in public has given him a blow to his dignity. 
But whoever said being a superhero is not fun and games was also a big, fat liar. You get to do sick backflips and gain public praise, you get free churros from old Dominican ladies you happen to help cross the road, and most importantly, you can read all the horrible thirst tweets because everyone has a thing for Spiderman’s voice now. (Donghyuck would wash his brain with bleach to erase those memories.) No, but, really, he might be pretty popular as Lee Donghyuck, but there’s a certain freedom that crimson mask grants him—that he can do anything, and people will still love him. 
And yet, there’s only one person he looks to for love. 
“Look, you know how… aliens and wizards and cyborgs and stuff are totally normal, right? It’s not like I’m putting anyone in mortal danger. Right?” You try to gather your words.
“Uh-huh.”
“I… accidentally… sent a distress signal from one of the pile-of-rocks-looking aliens that visited dad for business last week.”
Donghyuck blinks. “And how… did you send this distress signal?”
“In my defense, it’s really not a thing someone with common sense would suspect.”
“Go on.” A smile is tugging at Donghyuck’s lips, watching you shift your weight from foot to foot. This better be embarrassing enough to tease you till next Halloween.
“I didn’t know singing the lyrics to ‘Last Christmas’ would activate the stupid ring I stole from the aliens, Jesus.”
You hug yourself, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Would you stop being cute? That face of yours has made him swing straight at a building more than once. They even wrote an article on that! It was titled “The baby spider has yet to grasp his powers—find out why!” and they didn’t even get the reason right; pinning it on some crappy conspiracy theory about how glass makes Spiderman weaker. (If only they knew a glance from you is what brings him to his knees.)
“The stupid thing started beeping like crazy and I had to run out of the shower half-naked—don’t picture that, pervert.”
“That’s a terrible accusation, also your terrible singing activated some terrible weird alien device and you never mentioned it to anyone?”
“It’s not terrible, and no! How was I supposed to explain the stealing part to my dad? He’s an intergalactic businessman!”
“It is terrible, it probably sounded like an alien creature wailing for help and hence—activating your little device.”
“Enough with that already! Help me out now.” You huff.
Donghyuck sighs, rolling his eyes at your determined face. Just how capable do you think he is? Sure, he’s your reliable, handsome, popular best friend but it’s not like you know he can shoot webs at stuff and swing around New York City whenever he wants. He’s not letting you shoulder the burden of a secret. (It’s also because you have a loud mouth.)
“And you think I can help because…?”
“You’re Spiderman!”
Donghyuck blinks. What?
“What did you say?”
“You’re Spiderman. What, did you think you could keep a secret from me?” 
Play dumb, he thinks.
“Who’s Spiderman?”
Not that dumb. 
You give him a look, specifically the look that spells ‘Hey, Lee Donghyuck, you’re an idiot and I can see into your soul’. Or maybe, that’s his inner voice talking. Regardless, he’s a little unsure how to respond. Why is it always you ruining his smooth operations?
He breathes out. “No, wait. You don’t understand.”
Donghyuck quickly pulls you into a corner, leaving barely any space between the two of you. He would be uncomfortable like this on any given day, all red in the face and palpitating heart. This is kind of an emergency and though Donghyuck’s job description is handling emergencies, he’s not sure how to react.
“You’re not supposed to say that out loud,” he hisses. “What if someone heard?”
“Oh. Uh… sorry. I didn't think that through.” You flash him an apologetic smile. “Are you actually weak to glass, by the way?”
“No, I’m not. Jesus, has everyone read that theory?”
“Most people in the fanclub.”
“Wait, what?” A surprised chuckle leaves Donghyuck. “Fanclub? You’re in my fanclub?”
“No… not exactly. I heard… from my friends… who are in the fanclub.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“And so are you, if your secret is so easy to figure out.”
“I’m only bad at lying to you.”
“Ugh, whatever,” you groan, throwing your head back. “Can’t argue with you. I only joined it to check up on what cool things you were doing every day. I mean, you fought one of the Aquanoids? So cool.”
“What the fuck is that?”
“You know, eight-foot-tall half-fish with the poison spikes.”
“It has a name? And there’s more of them?”
“Ugh, Hyuck, don’t be boring. You get to swing through skyscrapers and bust some cool moves and save people in times of crisis. I wish I had that kinda superpower. To be free.”
You mumble the last part. He’s come to hate that despondent look on you. But Donghyck knows how to cheer you up. He wasn’t voted class clown from grade six through ten for nothing.
“Wanna go swinging?” He asks.
“What?”
“Through the buildings. Your eyes lit up when you said that. Oh, look, they’re lighting up again. Did you emotionally manipulate me into making this offer?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! You’re the best, Hyuck!”
Donghyuck smiles back at you, the tension growing larger inside his ribcage into a sticky spiderweb of emotions. Then he remembers the two-hundred-foot-tall stone gargoyle. 
“I should- I should deal with your marble mishap first,” he says.
“Is that what you’re calling it? Ooh, do you have secret mission names for each of them?”
He makes a face, an exasperated hand gesture following.
“Right, got it.” 
You walk with Donghyuck side by side, a slight skip to your step.
“So, do you have, like, a secret lair like Batman? Ooh, or a Spidermobile!”
“I don’t even have a driver’s license.”
You laugh, and Donghyuck is grateful for the sound. When the two of you reach the locker room, you still stand outside like a child in front of an ice cream truck. He had no idea you had a thing for superheroes. He might've told you this whole thing earlier.
“Give me some space, creep.” He grabs you by the shoulders to gently push you away, a disapproving look on his face.
“Well, you’re not changing in front of the locker room, are you?”
“No, but it’s so weird having you wait in front like that!”
“Fine, fine.”
You step back until you're pressed to the windowsill and he makes his way inside, quickly closing the door. He's gonna run you through his ‘Do not tell people I'm Spiderman’ manual later in the evening.
Donghyuck has decided to swing out the window of the locker room. It still feels surreal that you know, and he’s not sure if he wants to face you in spandex when you know it’s him. He’s getting a little self-conscious about his butt. 
He shakes his head. 
“Whatever. This’ll be quick.”
Donghyuck climbs out the window, crawling over the wall to the top of the building. He has a great view of the gargoyle from here, and in fact, this stone creature has the greatest set of abs Donghyuck has ever laid eyes on and possibly, will ever lay eyes on. He shoots a web over to the next building, swinging close enough to sling another web at the gargoyle’s shoulder. Thankfully, this did not activate a defense mechanism involving lasers and chainsaws like he anticipated.
Donghyuck lands gracefully, a move he prides himself on, and perches atop the gargoyle’s shoulder. 
“Great abs!” He yells, not sure why he did. “Wait, uh, that’s not the point.”
The creature is still looking over the horizon. He shoots a web at the forehead, hoping it’s not too rude, and lands on its nose. 
“Hello?” He waves his hand in front of its eye. “Anyone in there?”
He follows its vision trained on the horizon. It’s not exactly the horizon, he discovers, but a specific building within the campus. 
Donghyuck groans. He’s gonna have to get you, isn’t he? After a few seconds of contemplating his misery, he swings back over and pretends that was part of his plan. Luck must truly be on your side today.
Donghyuck can’t lie. Your pout gets the best of him. He would’ve rammed straight into the closed window like a fucking bird if he noticed it too late.
“You totally left me!” You huff.
“I did not.” Donghyuck places a hand over his heart. “Anyway, get on.”
“On what? You? Like a bike?”
“Jeez, stop making it sound dirty.”
“Hyuck!” 
He loves the embarrassment in your voice, a grin forcing its way onto his face. You can’t see it, but he gets the feeling you know anyway. How did he not see it coming? That you’d figure it out? Admittedly, it doesn’t feel as awful as he thought it would. A sense of relief washed over him instead. He’s not a terrible liar, but his stomach would always churn trying to keep things from you. Maybe it was because you were always so honest. If you found something interesting, the whole neighborhood would know and if you had a crush, the school would be getting you together with them already. It got on his nerves countless times, but eventually, he found that he loves it’s the way you are.
“You’re choking me, (name),” he says. Your legs are around his waist snug but your arms around his neck are a little too tight.
“Now, who’s being kinky?” You scoff.
“Really not the time, (name). We could fall to our deaths ten storeys below. Just you though. I have lightning-fast reflexes to keep myself alive.”
You groan, your grip on his neck loosening but now your legs tighten. This is going to take a few tries to get right and Donghyuck can only hope you don’t ask for free swing rides around NYC every day. 
Just as Donghyuck is about to swing to the gargoyle’s shoulder, it turns its head in a manner so sudden and unnerving, he almost misses—the web landing near his armpit instead. Donghyuck has never thought of death so soon—not because of the gargoyle but because of your iron grip. Seriously, you could be murdering supervillains left and right if you put this strength to use.
A low whine emits from his throat as he struggles to get up to the shoulder with you on but he does get there.
“Dude, it’s looking directly at us,” you say, getting off him as he falls to the stone beneath immediately, breathing heavily.
“I think God’s looking directly at me.”
“Hello? Hello!” You yell. 
A sudden whirring sound makes the whole unit shake, your hands naturally grabbing onto his arm. It makes him feel strong in a way a prepubescent boy with a first crush would feel so he pays no heed to the rising bloom of emotions in his chest. It’s cool, it’s cool. He’s Spiderman. He’s been bitten by a radioactive spider, and god, he has really sticky hands. He hopes you don’t try to hold them. 
“Greetings.”
An odd smile stretches across the stone structure—odd because it’s freaking cute. 
“Can you, uh, go back to space?” Donghyuck yells.
You smack his chest, eliciting an ‘oof’ from him. “Don’t be rude, Spiderboy.”
You turn back to it.
“What is your purpose here?” You yell.
Donghyuck snickers. “What’s with the fake Thor accent?”
“It’s called a British accent, idiot. And it’s so I sound cool and important.”
He rolls his eyes, although he can’t help the smile.
“I am here to collect an Earth innovation sample as per instructions.” The voice isn't as booming as Donghyuck thought it would be. It's quite friendly, in fact, and the voice emanates from a very specific part of the gargoyle's throat.
“Oh, great, what the hell is that?” Donghyuck asks.
“So you’re not here to destroy Earth and devour its remnants?” You pipe up, frowning. “That’s so boring, man.”
“Shush,” Donghyuck pushes your head down. “You’re not even helping keep earth safe.”
“I’m sorry, say that again? I donate to fighting pollution and global warming every month.”
“What’s an Earth innovation sample?” Donghyuck asks. “Is (name)’s stupid robotics project okay?”
“Hey! I worked for three months on that.”
“And all it does is beep and take photos of street cats.”
“You’re telling me that’s not peak innovation?”
“Maybe if it had a snack dispenser.”
The stone gargoyle seems to be observing your conversation and Donghyuck suddenly feels a little awkward under the hippo-sized eyes.
You clear your throat. “Uh, Mr. Gargoyle, sir? What exactly is an innovation sample?”
“Your latest radiofrequency devices, Miss.”
“Oh, so, like, phones!” You answer, bright-faced and stupidly proud of getting that right. Donghyuck presses his lips together before realizing you can’t see him smile so he might as well.
“Oh, so you won’t answer me but her, Stonehenge? Anyway, I have a great solution. Stay here.”
“It’s not like I’m gonna jump o—”
Donghyuck jumps off the shoulder, a sharp laugh following as he swings around the gargoyle’s arm and then from the knee to finally land in front of a familiar group. If that doesn’t impress someone, they have to be the most boring person in the universe (or multiverse, who knows?)
“Oh my God, it’s Spiderman!” Mark exclaims, lighting up. 
“Don’t make that face, Mark, you’re embarrassing us in front of Spiderman,” Chenle quips.
Donghyuck wonders how disappointed the older boy would be if he learned about Spiderman’s identity. Donghyuck has the urge to tell him just to scandalize him.
“Hey, guys,” Donghyuck greets, “Do you mind if I borrowed your phone? Permanently borrowed, that is.”
“Are you mugging us?” Jaemin asks.
“Well… the two hundred foot stone gargoyle is here to collect data and any phone or computer will do. I mean, I could swing by the labs and get one of those computers that’ve been there since the sixties but I’d feel bad scamming the big guy.”
Donghyuck knows he’s a piece of shit for scamming his friends instead, but he’s serving a higher purpose.
“Oh, well, if it’s really necessary,” Mark responds, shuffling through his bag. Oh, for the love of God, does he have to be the nicest person on earth? Maybe he should’ve been the superhero instead. Or at least his sidekick, because Donghyuck is getting really tired of handling things solo. (Huh, ‘Spiderman and Buggy’ sounds pretty great, he thinks.)
“No, not yours, Android boy,” Donghyuck says, shaking his head. “Give me that.”
He points towards Jaemin’s phone in his hand. Finally. Goodbye to Jaemin’s stupid alarm that wakes up everyone in the whole building but him. (This is a higher purpose, okay? He worships his sleep time.)
“Uh, okay.”
Donghyuck is so glad Jaemin is too tired in the morning to argue. He knows the guy would squabble to death over the smallest things, Spiderman or not. 
“Thanks, guys,” he says, the grin evident in his voice before swinging back.
“Wow. Spiderman.” Mark whispers before getting several elbows from the guys.
Back at the gargoyle’s shoulder, you seem to be engaged in conversation with the thing—Donghyuck isn’t really surprised. After the day he met you and talked your ear off, he learned what it meant to really talk someone’s ear off. And Donghyuck thought he was annoying.
“Here!” Donghyuck yells, waving the phone around.
“We got it!” You tell the gargoyle, smiling brightly.
You’re kind of cute, Donghyuck thinks. You’re a little too cute.
The whirring starts again, the stone structure shaking and Donghyuck is perfectly fine, owing to his sticky feet but that’s when he notices you falling off, a scream dying in your throat. 
He grabs onto your wrist just as you’re about to lose footing and fall backwards to your death.
“Pull me up!” You scream.
“Say please!”
“Fuck you!”
“Do it yourself,” he mutters, pulling you close.
“You- I- You’re- You’re so insufferable, Lee Donghyuck!” You breathe heavily, face steaming from chagrin.
He laughs, the sound resonating in the area and you look like you’re about to pounce on him and beat the shit out of him. The unbeatable Spiderman has only you to fear, after all.
You notice the little door at the neck of the creature, skipping over and peering in.
“Ooh, it’s really dark in here.”
“Just drop the phone, (name).”
“Ugh, fine. Wait, is this Jaemin’s phone?”
“No.”
This ends your whole stone gargoyle ordeal and while Donghyuck’s glad it’s over, he doesn’t enjoy your parting from holding onto him. It’s a weird feeling, like a spider’s woven a web all across his heart and decided to squeeze it into overdrive. Adrenaline doesn't feel this way. No freaky radioactive spider hormone feels this way. 
“See you in ochem,” you whisper, tiptoeing as he sits on the window ledge.
The action, however, catches him off guard and he stumbles backward, falling straight into garbage cans outside the building with a loud, embarrassing cacophony accompanying.
“Are you okay?” You yell, heavily concerned.
Donghyuck can only gesture a thumbs up while he tries to pull his soul back into his body. 
This is bad. This is very bad. Lee Donghyuck has caught feelings in his spiderweb.
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Lee Donghyuck starts classes the next day with two bandaids on his face and a bandaged arm. You think the swelling on his cheek isn’t that bad—the puffiness is honestly making him look cute for once. 
This was before you accidentally flew your drone into his face.
“You’re lucky I didn't get stitches,” he grumbles, holding an ice pack to his forehead, where yet another bandaid has been added.
“I’m so sorry, Hyuck, I got so excited to see you I pressed the controller too hard. Do you want me to hold that for you?”
“Hold the weight of my broken heart. Also my bags and the ice pack, yeah, thanks.”
“Drama queen,” you tease.
“You know, you don’t have to walk me all the way back.”
You ignore his statement. Your curiosity is tugging at the corner of every thought you have, and you add a skip to your steps, smiling. 
“Hey, do you lay eggs?”
“What? No! I’m a dude.”
“Do you spit venom?”
“No.”
“Do you never let me hold your hand because your palms are sticky?”
“...No.”
You give him a look and he groans, before yelping at the pain.
“Sometimes they get sticky when I don’t want them to. It’s mostly under control. Besides, why would I wanna hold your sweaty hands?”
You roll your eyes.
“You have your key?” You ask as your apartment comes into view.
“In my bag. Wait, no. My pockets? Oh no. I left it on the roof!”
The energy seems to drain from his face as his eyes roll up in exasperation. He looks back at you with a pointed look. “I’m very responsible—this was all Mark’s fault.”
“What did he do?” You furrow your brows.
“I don’t know, it’s always his fault.”
You shake your head. “I have my key, let’s go. Where would you be without me, Lee Donghyuck?”
“Suffering fewer injuries.”
“Fine.” 
Somehow, you managed to get him to his room without furthering his injuries—despite how accident-prone you are. Hyuck would call it a miracle but his mouth probably needs a nurse checkup too. He says a nap cures everything and you’d call bullshit but he does miraculously heal after a nap. It all makes sense now. 
You have one evening class and you are so going to grill some answers out of Hyuck after that. Only because you think superheroes are cool. It’s just that Spiderman is the coolest. (You had the thought before you learned it was your lame best friend.) And you’re mixing up some of your feelings because surely, your pulse shouldn’t be rising when you think of him. You gulp.
You’re not in love with Spiderman. You’re not in love with Lee Donghyuck. You’re not in love with your best friend. In eighth grade, you had deemed it scientifically impossible to be attracted to him.
However, however, the loudest your heart has ever beaten in your life was caused by just holding onto him. You’re not afraid of heights—you’ve gone bungee jumping before—so even if you blame it on the adrenaline, the doubt will always eat at your mind.
You jog all the way to class, a bit too in your feelings to notice your surroundings. It’s a short walk anyway. 
“(name)!” Jaemin yells from across the street, a big grin accompanying. “Want me to walk with you?”
“Sure!” You smile back. Walking with you will only delay him by ten minutes and it’s not like Jaemin cares about getting to class on time anymore. He’s the only guy that hasn’t cared about class timings even in freshman year—well, him and Hyuck—and you’ve got to say, he does emanate a very relaxing aura. 
What if that’s some superhero power too? You think before shaking your head. It would be convenient if Jaemin was going to sit the villain down for tea and give them therapy. 
“You’re not gonna believe what happened yesterday,” he says.
“The gargoyle?”
“Yup, he took my phone! Why didn’t I complain earlier?” He furrows his brow, hard at thought.
You laugh, about to respond when a loud crash, a grunt, and an ‘oof’ follow one after the other on the opposite side of the street. 
“Is that… Spiderman?” Jaemin blinks.
“Huh?” Your eyes follow to where he’s focused and an incredulous laugh bubbles up to your throat as you try to hold it in.
Spiderman is lying with his back flat on the pavement, and you’re sure Hyuck needs a checkup at the hospital for sure this time. He doesn’t look like he’s in mortal danger, just horribly exhausted after the accumulation of injuries. You run over, Jaemin following with long strides.
“I’m not following you guys, you have a stalker,” Spiderman informs with a finger raised, voice painfully raspy and bordering on a whine. You’re not sure what height he fell from but his back is definitely not okay.
“Okay, Spiderman,” Jaemin says, raising an eyebrow.
“Not you, twerp,” he snaps, groaning as he gets up and you grab onto his arm to help him stand.
“He’s in a bad mood,” you tell Jaemin, apologetic but not sure why. You’re not Spiderman’s mom.
“Also, I need help with my late assignments,” Donghyuck whispers to you.
“I’m sorry, what?” You whisper through your teeth. “You’re making me miss class for this?”
“There really is someone following you!” He whisper-yells.
“Are you both gonna keep aggressively whispering to each other?” Jaemin asks. “(name), I didn’t know you were so close to Spiderman.”
“I’m- uh- We became friends a few days ago,” you explain. 
“Friends is hardly the word,” Spiderman interrupts, “More like a lucky fan.”
You give him a disgruntled look.
“Oh, that’s great for you, (name)!” Jaemin breaks into a teasing smile. “You’re always—”
“Aah, let’s go, Spiderman! I feel an ominous presence. My spidey senses are tingling.”
Spiderman stares directly at you and you can’t see his face, but you think his lips are curling into a smile just about now.
“Are you gonna swing me back?” You ask, hope twinkling in your eyes, and Jaemin chuckles beside you.
“No, my bac—you know what, sure.” He shrugs. You’re not sure what made him agree so fast but you’re overjoyed, a little bounce on your feet following your ‘yay!’
“You’re so cute, (name),” Jaemin says, laughing, and you flash him a peace sign, sticking out your tongue. You don’t exactly think you’re cute. You just get excited easily. (“Like a dog,” Donghyuck said once before getting whacked in the head.)
Jaemin starts, “You know, we should—” 
“Alright! It’s time to leave. Have fun at class, dude,” Donghyuck says, placing an arm around your waist and flashing Jaemin a peace sign, copying yours.
“That’s so rude—”
You’re swung up alongside your best friend, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms around his neck so he can let go of you and focus on swinging.
“(name). (name). A little loose on the neck—gah! Your hand is on my nose! Why are you so bad at this?”
“I’m trying!”
“I can’t see! You’re covering my eyes now, holy shit.”
Before the two of you can crash through a skyscraper and get tens of thousands of glass cuts, Donghyuck lands safely on the roof of one of the shorter buildings beside. He wobbles forward, tripping and falling with you on him. He pulls off his mask, breathing heavily. The band-aid across his cheeks is coming off, the bright red scratch standing out.
“God, you’re bad at this,” you breathe out.
“Excuse me?! You’re the one getting all handsy over me.”
“You- You insufferable sack of—”
“You cannot resist me, can you?” He grins, dog-tired and yet with still enough nerve.
“I’m resisting a punch right now.”
“You can’t hurt me, I’m Spiderma—ow! Okay, you made your point.”
Your heart is still beating, the pulsing loud in your ears. You’re not sure how long adrenaline stays. All these years and you don’t know when your heart gave up trying to predict him. Behind intelligent eyes and a soft frame of face, you have no idea what he’s about to say or do next. Maybe that’s what makes him so fun. Maybe your heart was always beating this fast around him and you couldn’t hear it over the sound of his voice, warm like liquid sunlight and sweet as honey. You should’ve recognized it behind the mask right away.
“I don’t- I don’t get to chill on a roof much,” he says, “Contrary to popular belief.”
“So, this is nice?” You smile.
“I like swinging better.”
You sit up grinning. “Let’s go!”
“Let an injured man rest a little.”
So, when you do get home, it’s past midnight. Hyuck had to make a few stops between to catch a cat burglar along with a literal cat, but on the whole, you think you’ll never feel the wind on your face like that again. You’re also touched that Lee Donghyuck agreed to swing you around New York after all that he goes through.
He’s just a boy, you think. Why does the city rest so comfortably on his shoulders?
“You know, this is the first time I’ve climbed in through my own window,” you tell him as he steps into your room and closes the window behind him. “Also, it’s so fucking cold. Is your suit heated?”
“Stark product,” he answers proudly, taking off his mask to shoot you a boyish grin.
You smile back at him. 
“Oh, shoot, homework,” Donghyuck realizes out loud, eyes widening as he scuffles around.
“Oh, shoot, Jaemin,” you remember. “You should apologize to him.”
“What, now? I will not tarnish Spiderman’s reputation by breaking and entering just to apologize.”
“It sounds like something he’d do.”
“Shit, you’re right. But I’m not apologizing to him—it’s like middle school again.”
He huffs, crossing his arm.
“What happened in middle school? Oh, was it when Lana dumped your sorry ass for Jaemin?”
“No- Yes- but- gah, why do you remember that?”
“Ooh, are you jealous of Jaemin walking me to class?”
“No, that’s stupid.”
“You’re too busy to walk me home, anyway,” you tease.
He chuckles, pressing his tongue against his cheek, at a loss for words.
Right then, shuffling outside your room puts the two of you on alert. Donghyuck is still in the suit and both of you struggle to get it off as quickly as possible before Jaemin or any of your friends discover Hyuck’s secret and it gets messy.
“Woah, when did you get abs?”
“I was born sexy, why are you asking me now?” He responds. “Pass me a shirt.”
Before you can reach for any of your T-shirts, the door opens with a loud creak and Jaemin stares blankly at you, mouth open but no words come out. That’s when you realize what it looks like—Donghyuck is in his boxers in your room, you’re holding the suit bunched up and the both of you are up in each other’s personal space. 
“The walls are thin,” Jaemin says, “I’ll put on some earphones. You guys better be practicing safe sex.”
“It’s not like that!” You and Donghyuck yell at the same time.
“Then why did you strip Donghyuck in your room, (name)? Aren’t you cold, Hyuck? It’s late December.”
“He was trying on some clothes we ordered,” you answer quickly.
“Yeah, I’m playing Santa for some schoolkids downtown,” Donghyuck follows along.
“Isn’t that Spiderman though?” Jaemin points at the suit in your hands.
“I’m playing… Spiderman Santa…” Donghyuck explains.
Jaemin looks impressed and you’re so glad he doesn’t ask further. 
“You know, you had me scared there for a moment. I thought your obsession finally went too far and you convinced Hyuck to dress up as Spiderman for some kinky shit.”
Your ears burn hot. “That’s- I would never- what- why would you say that?”
“You have a pathetic crush.”
“I do not.”
“She’s totally crushing on Spiderman,” Jaemin informs, turning to Donghyuck. “Like, you don’t even know who he is. What if he’s like a thirty-year-old man? What if he’s Jake Gyllenhaal?”
“That’s not possible because Spiderman is a good guy,” you defend, crossing your arms.
“Ugh, (name), are you going to talk about how hot Spiderman is again or…?” Jaemin throws his head back. “Because he is not in my good books this week. First, he left me hanging in the middle of the street. And yesterday, he took my freaking iPhone and sent it to space! Oh, by the way, could you buy me a new one to cover the damage? I’ll forgive him then.”
“I’m not his PR manager,” you respond, exasperated, desperately avoiding Hyuck’s gaze from beside you.
“But you are his most loyal fangirl. That counts for something.”
“I’m not a Spiderman fangirl! Shut up.”
“By the way, I brought some medicine for Hyuck. I was going to tell you to buy it before Spiderman cut me off mid-sentence—you know, he’s a real asshole. Kind of like Donghyuck but his anonymity pisses me off.”
“Maybe he was in a bad mood and misunderstood,” Donghyuck mumbles.
“I know, I know.” Jaemin waves his hand around. “Guy has it rough. The peace of an entire city shouldn’t be one person’s burden. You think he has a life outside being a superhero? It must be sucky.”
“It’s not that sucky,” Hyuck counters, “Probably. I mean he gets to swing through buildings and stuff.”
Jaemin emits an exaggeratedly long groan. “So tiring.”
Donghyuck chuckles, Jaemin joining in. 
“Wow, thinking about being Spiderman tires me out,” Jaemin says, shaking his head. “Anyway, good night, guys. Remember to attend Karina’s Christmas party this weekend, and bring some alcohol because she never has enough. Also, if you guys decide to fuck—”
“That will never happen,” you say.
“Right,” Jaemin responds, a cheeky spark in his eyes. “I’ll sleep with earbuds on anyway.”
Jaemin turns around and leaves, not even closing the door. It’s like he’s a mother at the tender age of twenty-one because he sure acts like one. Donghyuck closes the door himself, turning around to give you his winning smile—the nerve in this boy is unmatched. He walks closer and your pulse spikes instantly.
“So, were you fangirling about me before you knew I was Spiderman or—”
“Shut up, Donghyuck,” you say, pressing both your hands to his mouth. Evidently, it does not help change his demeanor because he still gazes at you with the cockiest expression.
“Mmmpf- mmmh mmpsph?”
“Ew, did you just lick my palm like a dog? Your saliva isn’t gonna poison me, right?”
“No, stupid.”
You roll your eyes. “What were you saying?”
“How did you figure out I’m Spiderman?”
“You mean you didn’t think anyone could connect your mysterious disappearances with Spiderman’s mysterious appearances? Especially your best friend?”
“Yup, definitely thought I could run with it.”
“I mean, come on, you’ve responded to Spiderman once or twice. Also, you come in through the window sometimes, it’s really weird. And Jaemin said you’ve been leaking reds onto his whites whenever you do laundry.” 
He sighs, throwing his head back. 
“You can’t tell this to anyone, alright?” He says, returning his gaze to you. “Remember what I said about thinking before opening your mouth?”
“I’m not a kid anymore, Hyuck,” you mumble, leaning back and crossing your arms. “Of course I think before opening my mouth. Sometimes.”
He shakes his head. “This is why I’m smarter and have superhero powers.”
“I bet you really wanted to tell everyone.”
There’s a pause, and a smile fights its way onto his face.
“So bad,” he answers, clenching his fist. Your smile grows. 
“You have a cool job, dude.”
“But I don’t get paid. All I get is back pain.”
You laugh. Funny, sweet Lee Donghyuck. Always everyone's favorite and there's good reason to be. But you never saw him beyond your best friend. This whole unmasking thing was easy for you but now you're in a whole new dilemma of your own. You'd suspected it for a while. Were you already falling for him then?
Your eyes travel down and back up to his eyes. You clear your throat. “You should wear some clothes.”
“Why? You’re clearly enjoying this.”
Your face heats up even more. It’s not December anymore if the temperature is like this. You reach for your T-shirt and throw it at him, his laughter flooding your room with sunlight. 
You go through your missed notifications while he changes and you’re a little surprised to see the number of tags you have on Instagram. Apparently, someone caught footage of you on your little outing with NYC’s number one hero.
Donghyuck plops down on your bed, faceplanting into your pillow. “Ugh, do I have to turn in my assignments tomorrow? I’m late anyway, might as well take a whole week.”
“Christmas break starts the day after tomorrow. That means you’ll have to turn them in tomorrow.”
You get a muffled cry in response.
The video is just you holding onto Donghyuck for dear life alongside the gargoyle one from yesterday. It’s no big deal. You’ve been in news articles since you were six years old, owing to your dad’s ambitious business ventures. Ever since the first alien encounter twelve years ago, Earth has slowly been building up cordial intergalactic relations thanks to your very own father. That man has probably spent more time with aliens than he has with you. At the very least, you’ve got considerable pocket change. The tangled webs people weave for themselves are complex and hidden—sometimes you wouldn’t understand the people around you.
You sit down beside Donghyuck and he turns his head, looking up at you. You lie down directly onto him and he grunts, complaining about how heavy you are. Eventually, the two of you fit into the bed just fine.
The boy beside you made it so simple. You don’t have to understand complexities. You can just take them in and share your own till you’re all tangled up with other people. That’s how the world works—through tangles and knots and webs that make a pattern of cooperation. For the first time, you knew you had a little place to fit in. 
You want to hold his hand all of a sudden. They used to be very warm. You’re sure that hasn’t changed.
“Oh? Look, they wrote an article about the two of us,” you tell Donghyuck, tapping on the news notification that popped up. 
“If they’re being mean, let me know. I could really do with some new insults for you.”
“Hush,” you crib. “Spiderman involved with tech giant Nacorp CEO’s daughter…? They don’t even say my name anywhere!” 
A small chuckle leaves you before you can read the next sentence aloud. 
“The relationship is purely speculative at this stage but netizens suspect there may be monetary factors involved—what the fuck, do they think I’m your sugar mommy?”
Donghyuck is beside himself with laughter, snorts supplementing the silences in between. You can’t help but join in, tears pricking at your eyes.
“Whore,” you accuse, when you finally calm down.
Your foreheads are nearly touching and you’re aware friends aren’t supposed to stay at this proximity. Friends aren’t supposed to feel heartache looking at each other. Friends aren’t supposed to lean in.
A sudden rattling outside your window makes you jump away from each other.
“Is that a rat?” He asks, making a face.
The two of you get up to look outside. There’s nothing—just snow and two Italian men yelling on the floor below. But Donghyuck is on high alert, eyes scanning the perimeter and shoulders stiff.
“Something’s coming.”
You don’t like the sound of that.
Suddenly, he pulls you close and opens the window. A blast of air makes you cringe and you wonder how Hyuck is dealing with that in clothing so thin. Do spiders not feel cold? Or is it just a Donghyuck thing to be warm no matter where he is?
“We should spend some time at the ultra secure facility your dad has,” he says.
“What? Why?”
“I think someone has a grudge against you.”
You hold onto him as he climbs to the roof of your apartment building.
“They’re not gonna- They’re not gonna blow up this place, right?”
“They’re probably just after you,” he responds, eyes still on the horizon.
The sudden seriousness in him makes you feel chilly.
“The guy who was tailing you the other day, he was mostly just figuring out your routine. I thought your dad was planning an elaborate surprise party for you but his vibes were so off.”
“Wait, so this radioactive spider gave you a functional vibe checker too?”
“Yes, I am literally better than anyone you know. You don’t have to tell me you feel blessed, I already know.”
You roll your eyes. Even if he looks that serious, no word of his ever will be. 
You're about to open your mouth when a strange whirring fills the air, making you step closer to Hyuck. Why didn't you have a radioactive lion bite you or something? You could’ve been the queen of the concrete jungle. You're definitely making your next project a cool weapon. 
Donghyuck reacts before your eyes can catch the source of the disturbance. He slings a web opposite the direction you’re facing before pushing you down to the floor.
“Is that a man with a chainsaw arm?” You screech before squinting to see more clearly. “Holy shit, that’s kinda cool.”
You can finally see the perpetrator—a large bearded man with a noticeable scar across his pudgy nose, and most importantly, you see the chainsaw arm from which the loud whirring emanates. You really don’t think spiders can win against lawnmowers.
Donghyuck, however, is always ready to prove you wrong. A shot from his web -linger jams the chainsaw first.
“That buys us ninety seconds,” he tells you before shooting more webs at the man’s feet to root him.
Another shot at the man’s face makes him grunt in annoyance and Donghyuck takes the opportunity to drop a kick at the back of his knees, making him fall to the ground.
“Okay, big guy,” Donghyuck starts when he’s immediately met with a punch from the man’s left hand.
It makes you cringe, the blood running from his nose more so but he recovers quickly. He glances at you and signals a thumbs up.
“Focus on the guy,” you yell, exasperated.
“Right!” He yells back.
Donghyuck twists the guy’s chainsaw arm back and sticks it to the ground right when it breaks free, denying the man movement. You’ve gotta say, Donghyuck fights smarter and less flashy than you thought he would. 
“Who’re you working for and can you please turn yourself in? It’s really cold and I forgot my suit,” Donghyuck tells him.
The man snorts. “It’s a kid. It’s a fucking kid. I’ve got a daughter your age.”
“Sorry, I’m not interested. I’m sure she’s lovely but I have someone I like.”
The man groans. “It’s an annoying kid,” he corrects.
“Just tell me what’s going on,” Donghyuck presses.
“And I just want my money.”
“I’m not letting you hurt my friend,” he says, voice low.
“Look, I didn’t know the target was a little girl.”
“I’m an adult!” You yell to clarify.
The man looks conflicted, eyebrows furrowing into frustration.
“Christmas,” he says finally. “He wants to kidnap the daughter and get some money from the father. Not sure about the exact details. This guy is a newbie anyway.”
“Thanks!” Hyuck says brightly. “I’ll tell the police to shorten your sentence. Also, cool arm by the way.”
The man rolls his eyes. “Punk. You’re lucky I’m retiring soon.”
“I knew this guy would be cool, I didn’t sense bloodlust,” Donghyuck tells you, grinning. 
After the ordeal is over and Donghyuck has dropped the man in front of the police station, you can get no word in against staying at your dad’s security locker. Donghyuck won’t listen.
“Hyuck, I know you think it’s inconvenient but what am I supposed to tell my dad?”
“Anything! You just have to be safe till I find this guy.”
“I’ll be fine!”
“No! You won’t!” He sounds genuinely frustrated for once. “You do things before you think—it’s stressing me out.”
You frown. “I… I’m sorry, Hyuck. I just- If I make myself a weapon, am I good? I- I really don’t want to be stuck in a cold, steel room.”
He pauses to think before sighing.
“I’m not gonna say sorry because it feels weird in my mouth but… fine. You can just stay with me. Like within five feet at all times.”
“Jeez, do you want me to sit on your lap while we’re at it?”
Why would you say that? God is certainly frowning upon you.
Donghyuck doesn’t respond, eyes looking directly into yours and a flush shoots up to your neck and face.
“I was kidding. I was kidding! Obviously.”
It makes Donghyuck laugh, finally, albeit it’s a small and short one. It makes you remember Jaemin’s words. He’s just a boy. He shouldn’t be holding the thread an entire city’s peace hangs onto.
“It’s gonna be okay,” you say. “There’s so many other superheroes if this guy proves to be tough.”
He laughs. “I appreciate your attempt at comforting people, sunflower.”
“Hey, it’s not that bad!”
“I just want you to be safe. You’re an idiot so- you’re just accident-prone.”
Your cheeks are hot and you don’t know what to call this feeling. You wish you were closer, even if it was by a few more centimeters. 
“I’ll be fine,” you say finally, almost indignant. “If you underestimate me again, I’m going to make you wear a maid outfit over the suit.”
He blinks before a grin spreads across his face. You love it when you make him smile. Surely, there’s a name for this feeling?
“Alright, princess, let’s get this rat bastard dealt with then. It’s your first mission.”
“I won’t mess up, sir!” You salute, breaking into laughter and suddenly December is warmer and louder.
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“Really? On the birthday of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ? It’s like he died for nothing, dude.”
Donghyuck looks at the man in black disapprovingly. 
This guy did not prove to be tough. Life is full of disappointments like that. It wasn’t that hard to find him, considering he was on your company-owned building’s helipad and looking like an adult emo, embarrassing even you. He has his henchmen with him, who are better dressed in formal suits and some funky patterned ties.
“You’re Spiderman,” the man snarls. 
“And I’m (name)!” You introduce yourself.
“I don’t really care. Men! Take care of the little girl.”
You place your hands on your hip. “You are so rude! Get him, Spidey.”
“Yeah, don’t be mean to my…uh, sugar mommy!” He points an accusatory finger at the guy.
The man is a little disappointing considering you spent an evening researching all the cool villains Spiderman has fought before. This guy just looks like a rat.
You blink.
On closer inspection, he looks uncannily like a rat. 
“Are you like a rat hybrid?” Donghyuck asks, scratching the back of his head. He’s in his suit but even through the mask, his confusion is obvious.
“You have no idea what this trashy billionaire does to his workers,” he growls. “And you’re judging me?”
“Let me guess, you fell into some weird radioactive stuff? You guys have got to stop falling into stuff! Follow some workplace safety guidelines for the love of Jesus,” Donghyuck complains.
The man turns red in the face. Not a humor kind of guy, you guess.
“Look, billionaires are trashy—except Tony Stark—and no offense, (name).” Donghyuck begins.
“None taken.” You shrug.
“But you’ve really got to plan stuff out before you do things. You don’t think cooler villains than you have tried this exact same thing? No offense.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not having a kid lecture me.”
“I’m not a kid!” he retorts quickly.
Instead of a verbal response, you’re met with a net shot right at you, tangling you in ropes as you fall backwards. You kind of expected this. You’ve been kidnapped before. Granted Thor was visiting Earth and it ended up being ten minutes of sitting in a van before getting saved. You also got a sweet autograph out of it.
The rat man—it’s a really inappropriate time to laugh at names—is faster than he looks, pinning Donghyuck down all of a sudden.
However, you’ve come prepared. Your little science project took only two days to make and it’s a mini laser shooter you made with stolen equipment from the company’s R&D department. Not as cool as you wanted, yes, but it serves its purpose. First, you need to have Hyuck distract them.
“Shouldn’t you be more worried about your damsel in distress?” The villain laughs, and Donghyuck shakes his head. How long did the guy practice to make it sound evil?
“First of all, that’s not a damsel in distress. If anything, she’s a rather distressing damsel.”
The villain looks unimpressed.
“Second of all, you should really look out for the Stark drones on your left.”
The man spins to his left, on high alert, and it creates an opening. Donghyuck shoots a web right at his face before landing a clean kick to his stomach. He gets in another sweep at the legs, making his opponent fall to the ground with a miserable thud and Donghyuck isn’t looking for praise, but he really hopes you’re absorbing how cool he is.
“I can’t believe you fell for it, dude! Are you new?” He laughs. In this moment, Donghyuck decides that he would make a great supervillain even if the laugh was a bit on the boyish side. He can work on it.
“Shut up,” the man snarls.
“You know, I hear that a lot.”
The henchmen charge in first and it’s an easy bunch for Donghyuck to handle. A guy with a machete, a guy with a gun, a guy with a—is that a laser beam? Hyuck dodges just in time to kick the guy in the face. Most of them are incapacitated after getting stuck by his web shots. He hopes he doesn’t get a web block any time soon.
A thin arrow pierces his left bicep, making him cry out in pain. 
“It’s poison!” The rat man laughs, a crossbow in hand.
“Seriously?” Donghyuck complains.
Before he can make a move, the villain yelps and drops the crossbow. He turns to see you gesturing a thumbs up with a huge grin, the ropes piling around you. Why are you sitting there casually? He thinks. 
“I just want the girl,” the man snarls, holding his hand. Looks like you got a finger or two. Ouch. 
“What did she do to you?” Donghyuck asks, frustrated. “Just take it up with the dad, you wimp.”
“I will not stand for it. If I take over the lab, the whole city will learn the wonders of genetic modifications.”
“There it is, you selfish plan. It’s like you don’t care about defeating billionaires anymore,” Donghyuck huffs.
“The whole city will be serving me as creatures superior to mankind. You see, rat genes—”
“You’re…telling me… you want to turn the whole of New York into rat people? Because you became one? Not to sound insensitive but isn’t that a bit extreme?”
“Of course, a little bas—”
Donghyuck throws a hard punch at the guy’s face, making him stumble backwards.
“You…”
The man passes out.
“Sorry, what? Were you talking? I genuinely thought it was a ‘punch you in the face’ kind of moment.” Donghyuck cups his ear.
He’s out cold.
“We did it, Hyuck!” You run over to him, jumping onto him to give him a tight hug.
“Whoa! I’m just glad I didn’t get a scratch on my face before tonight’s party.”
Your smile drops. “Wait, he said it was poison.”
You gently take his arm to inspect. He pulls away.
“I’ve dealt with poison before, you know? I still can’t believe it was a rat. What’s next, a lizard?”
You chuckle. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Yeah, also, I’m swinging down so the press can get my good side.”
“What?”
He grabs you by the waist and jumps off the building with no warning, his laughter the only response to your scream. Donghyuck cannot believe he resorted to jumping off a building to avoid talking about his feelings. 
You’re still clinging onto him once he lands. A horde of reporters surround the two of you in a matter of moments. You forgot just how annoying they were. 
“Spiderman, who were you fighting?”
“Will there be more threats to the Nacorp Industries in the future?”
“Are you and (name) dating?”
“(name), any plans to take over the company?”
Donghuck clears his throat and an immediate silence follows.
“I- I was just clearing my throat,” he clarifies.
“Real smooth,” you snort.
“Why don’t you try answering, sunflower?” he whispers through his teeth.
A commotion ensues once again, questions flooding your ears and you swear you’ve never heard this many words at once before.
“Oh! I see Cat!” Donghyuck grabs your hand and makes his way through the crowd.
“Ooh, it’s Spiderman,” the pretty woman, who you assume is Cat, begins in a smooth voice. “What tidbit can we get from you today? You know the randomest fact boosts my salary so go ahead.”
She leans in to whisper the last part.
“Sicheng! Roll the cameras,” she instructs.
The cameraman, who looks terribly sleep deprived but still pretty, hums in response before signaling a go.
“Good afternoon, citizens. We have Spiderman here today with the lovely Ms (name) after they thwarted the attack by an anomaly at Nacorp Tower.”
“She knows me?” You whisper, a hot flush rising at the idea of someone as attractive knowing you.
“You’re, like, famous,” Donghyuck whispers back, clicking his tongue.
“I heard workers are often suffering at work sites but I have also heard that Nacorp CEO has made the decision to install AI worker suits that avoid hazards. Do you think this is a good idea, (name)?”
“Well, we have been working on it for a while and testing results are great! Like over a ninety-nine percent chance of success, and that is so cool. The demo will be out soon.”
Your bright smile makes everyone around smile instinctively.
“And Spiderman, this has been a hot question for a while now.”
She pauses to smile.
“What is your Zodiac sign?”
“Uh… Gemini?”
“Spiderman is a Gemini! You heard it first from Cat at the Daily Bugle, folks,” the reporter announces with a dazzling smile. 
“You two can go play in the snow now, the cameras are off,” she informs you before pulling Sicheng off the streets, “Have fun!”
Of course, you weren’t about to have a snowball fight in the middle of Times Square. So you return to your apartment—you’re getting used to the swinging now though Donghyuck still thinks his windpipe has suffered permanent damage.
“No, no, no, (name), this suit is skintight!”
A girlish scream follows as you manage to pull his suit back and shove a snowball inside, the evilest laugh he’s ever heard ringing through the empty roof. You were the supervillain all along—with your gorgeous laugh and stunning eyes and sincere words. He’s far off the deep end now.
God, why can’t he just spit it out? He’s in love and there’s no way to untangle himself out of these feelings. Tonight, he promises himself.
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“So Spiderman swings by and says ‘Hey, nice phone, I’m gonna chuck it into space’ and now I have no phone,’ Jaemin tells Karina and Winter, both of them giggling at his miserable expression.
“I didn’t know you were a pushover, Jaemin,” Karina snorts. 
“I’m not! I was so sleepy that before I knew it, Spiderman stole my phone.”
“It’s been almost a week, get over it,” Hyuck mutters.
You chuckle at his annoyed expression.
Lana rolls her eyes beside Jaemin. You genuinely can’t believe she’s been with him all these years but you supposed she’d say the same about you and Donghyuck being best friends.
“You’ve lamented about your phone like thrice,” Yeji comments from behind the couch. “Also, (name), help me get some more beer cans. Ugh. I don’t know why you guys have this shit when wine exists.”
“I’m financially stressed, leave me alone,” Jaemin mutters, “And I agree on the wine part, actually.”
Everything is fine for now. You think you’ll stick to the lab instead of fighting—at least until you get more flexible. Epic battles are better suited to comic books, and so are grand gestures.
There’s just one thing unresolved now. Your damn feelings. The festive atmosphere is making you crave proximity, just one chance to tell him. You never knew what longing felt like before.
You follow Yeji outside the house, dragging your feet as you run a few million scenarios. God, why isn’t there AI to fix your love life? Do you have to ask the wizards for help? 
“So… Is it true you’re dating Spiderman?” Yeji asks, raising an eyebrow.
“No,” you answer quickly. 
“Oh good,” she sighs and you tilt your head inquisitively.
“I think you and Donghyuck should be a thing. No pressure though.” She raises her hand in a dismissive gesture.
“He’s… well… I can’t really tell what he’s thinking,” you answer honestly.
She hums. “Just tell him, then. You know him best and communication is key. God, I sound like a mother; Ryujin was right.”
You laugh and she smiles back at you. 
“Also, I bet money on you getting together with Donghyuck,” she says.
You roll your eyes. “Why did I expect that? My friends are all pretty jerks.”
She snorts. “Your choice of best friend gives it away. Oh, by the way, you don’t really have to help me with the beer, I just wanted to make sure you’re kiss kiss falling in love.”
“Huh?”
Instead of answering, she skips away with a cryptic smile. There’s another person you can’t decode but she truly is a fairy godmother.
You shiver at the cold, turning to go back inside when you hear shuffling on the roof. Donghyuck slowly lowers on a web, upside down and brown hair a mess around him.
“Renjun gave me a pep talk on the roof,” he says frankly.
You laugh. “Yeji gave me mine.”
“Our friends are really fed up with us, huh?”
“Are you- uh- are you sure you should be doing this in public?” You look around before stepping in close.
“No one’s getting out in two degree temperature, stupid.”
You don’t realize how close you stepped in till your noses touch and an instant flush floods Donghyuck’s face. Your heart beats so fast and for a moment, you think you can hear his. (It’s even faster than yours.)
You press your lips against his without further thought. The action, however, makes him let go of the web and faceplants onto the snow-covered ground. You hold in your laughter as he simply lies on his stomach there, his ears growing increasingly red.
He gets up, nose and cheeks all red.
“Good evening, Rudolph.” You giggle, unable to hold it in.
“Look, I tripped over Chenle and faceplanted onto a bowl of chili, okay? Who brought a bowl of chili to a Christmas party?” He complains, dusting the snow off.
You laugh, the warmth reaching your stomach.
“You know, we just kissed, right?” You mumble, starting to feel embarrassed.
There’s a silence and you’re not sure how to face him now. How did your confidence drain so easily? Your mother said you’d never run out of obnoxiousness—and she said the same thing about Hyuck. (“So you two better stick together, darling.”)
“Hyuck- okay, I’m sorry- that was uncalled for- I- I- just—”
Your words dissolve in your mouth when his lips meet yours.
“I- I- just- wow, I don’t- god, you made me so mad! Why did you go silent all of a sudden? I—”
He plants his lips on yours again.
“—you asshole… I swear—”
“(name). You’re rambling. Just shut up and kiss me.” He smiles against your mouth and you can’t help it either.
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“You think it was the right thing to do?” You ask, peering down at Donghyuck on your lap.
“What was?”
“Rat man wasn’t exactly wrong. There are working hazards.”
“He was the same kind of wrong, just a different perspective. Turning NYC into rats is a bit much.”
You laugh. 
“Are you gonna get up any time soon?”
“I just fought a weird lizard man trying to turn New York into lizard people, give me a break,” he groans, burying his face against your side.
“I can’t believe you almost died again,” you say distastefully. 
“All’s well that ends well,” he says, shrugging.
“But I’m a new hell every time~” You sing.
He gives you the blankest expression he can muster.
“Okay, fine, but if we’re not singing Taylor Swift, we’re not singing Justin Bieber either.”
“Ugh, fine, Mariah Carey it is. She’s like my mom anyway.”
“You saved her once and your voice cracked when you spoke to her.”
“Never happened. Stop lying, (name).”
“Your cheeks are red.”
“They are not.”
“Like my favorite album.”
“Ugh.”
“And my favorite superhero’s suit color.”
A soft laugh erupts from him as he looks down and back at you. Gosh, he’s pretty. You slip your hand into his and he gives it a squeeze.
“My favorite superhero's Iron Man, by the way,” you say, a cheeky grin accompanying.
“Shut up, you love me.”
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andilovetowrite · 3 years
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Enemies (To) and Girlfriends
NPeter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: Peter and Y/N are at each other’s throats all day. Every minute of every hour of every day. They hate each other. For whatever reason, these two brilliant minds absolutely despise the other one. At least, that’s what everyone believes.
Warnings: Suggestiveness and some bad words. Lots of fluff though
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For as long as anyone can remember, you and Peter had hated each other. Well, hate is a strong word. You both had a mutual dislike for each other, and as years went by, the status of your relationship skyrocketed from people who can’t talk to each other, to people who can’t stop screaming at each other. You two had been friends for years when you were younger. But when Peter was recruited for Spiderman 6 years ago by your dad, you couldn’t help but hate his decision. It was a dangerous life, and you didn’t want him to be on the field. You’d rather have him safely tucked away in his room, where May could keep an eye on him, and he could have sandwiches with Ned.
Unfortunately, he thought the same thing for you. He accepted the job, not only to save and protect Queens but to protect you as well. Just like what you thought of him, he felt the same of you. He believed that a 14-year-old shouldn’t have been fighting every night against drug dealers, mob lords and god damn aliens. You should have been having movie marathons and singing karaoke on Fridays, not trying to stay alive.
You remember the night you both fought vividly enough.
It had just been when Tony had come to Peter’s house to bring him to Germany. You didn’t even know that your dad had gone over to Peters. For all he knew, Peter was just another school friend of yours who was wooed by the fact that you were Y/N Stark.
When your dad had finished talking to Peter, they both called you, Peter from his room, and your dad from the car.
“Y/N, you won’t believe who I just saw-”
“Y/N, I think you’ll be thrilled with who I just met-”
And that was the start of the issue. You had hung up on your dad when you heard Peter’s voice, and boy, were you glad you hung up on Tony. Because he wouldn’t have been delighted to listen to what came out of your mouth.
“What the fuck?”, you had asked, shocked. Running downstairs while still on the call with Peter, you had grabbed your suit, activating it as quick as possible. “What do you mean ‘coming with me to Germany’? You know that it’s just for Avenge-”
“That’s the coolest thing! Your dad just recruited me for the mission. But I think I sounded dumb. I mean, I said something about homewor-”
“Wait, hold up, recruited?!”
Flying next to his house, you saw the opened window. De-activating your metal armour and jumping in. You stood up, dusted off your arms and looked at Peter, tilting your head to ask him what the hell was going on.
Peter nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, he came in, showed me a couple videos and asked me if I wanted to go with him to Germany. Not sure what’s gonna happen thought… “
You shook your head, shocked at the idea. “You are so stupid!”
Peter scratched the back of his head, not understanding what you were saying. “Yeah, I feel like I should know, but I haven’t really been following some media stuff…”
“No! Yo-you can’t go there! You can’t go to Germany!”
Peter looked confused, his lips sucked in. “Why? You’re going, plus… Mr Stark needs me!”
“Peter. You. Can’t. Go. There.” You shook your head, aghast at the idea of putting Peter in harms way. “Do-do you even know who’s gonna be there?! Captain America, Winter Soldier…Hawkeye! They are much more stronger than you…they could kill you!”
Peter looked down, but then glanced back up at you. “What about you then? They will hurt you as well! You are on the same team as me, aren’t you? How do you know they aren’t gonna kill you?”
You crossed your arms, scoffing. “They’ve known me for years Peter! At most, I just gotta keep the opposite team away from my dad and Nat. You? They don’t know you are a 14 year old kid. They will try their be-best to hurt you, because they don’t know what you could do?”
Peter glanced at his suit, then back at you, his face hardened. “Wh-why don’t you want me to do this Y/N?! This- this suit…Spiderman…. It’s the first real thing in my life since Be- his death. Why don’t you want me to pursue this? I-I could protect the city, make sure no one gets hurt.” He looked at you, his face disappointed. “I thought you, of all people, would be happy to work with me…”
You sighed, sitting down on his bed, frustrated. “Peter, this- this hero gig… saving the city… protecting lives. It’s alot of work… guilty and pain. Physical and mental.” You looked at him, worried. “You aren’t gonna be able to save everyone Pete. This comes with alot of hardships. I-I was born into this world, of fighting and crime fighting. Yo-you are just Peter Parker. You could go high places, just stay on the ground.” You looked at him, trying to make him understand.
But it didn’t work. He just laughed unbelievably. “Wha- Y/N, I-I’m not just Peter Parker anymore! I’m also Spiderman. I have been Spiderman for months. And I love it! I love saving people and helping them. Why don’t you think I can do this?!”
You gaped at him. “What-why would you- Peter! I love you helping people, but why don’t you just stay on the ground? Help people find lost cats and walk old ladies down to the grocery store? Why do you want to go fight people who might die any second? Be part of a group that might die any second!”
“Be-because you are part of that group! I have to be able to take care of you Y/N! Now that I finally can!”
You took in a deep breath and walked closer to the window, picking up the small bracelet you wore to change into your suit. “Peter, I can manage myself. You can’t! Leave the big stuff to other people.”
“Like who?!”
“The Avengers!”
Peter opened his mouth to argue but you beat him to it. “You aren’t part of the Avengers Peter! As much as you want to be! I know you have a talent, but why not just stick to being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman for now?”
Peter clenched his jaw, and diverted his eyes. You knew what that meant. He wasn’t budging on his decision. So you said the only thing that came to your mind.
“Peter, if I see you on the battlefield in a few days, th-then don’t bother saying hi, got it?” You both knew what this was implying, but neither of you wanted to back down, both too stubborn. All the 14-year-old-you could do, was hope you wouldn’t see any sign of the red and blue hero when you landed in the airport in Germany.
Sadly, the minute that your father had called out “Underoos!”, you had a sinking feeling in your stomach that things would not be the same any longer.
And it wasn’t. For the rest of your lives…
6 years later (Avenger’s compound)
“Fuck you, Peter Parker.”
“Oh, you wish!”
You laughed comically, glaring at him. “Oh please, I feel so bad for any one who actually does. Well, you know, if you can even fuck someone…”, you said, gagging exasperatedly. Peter’s glare tightened as his adam’s apple moved up and down.
“Hmm, at least I have a girlfriend, who do you have?”
“Please! I have half of New York after me!”
Peter looked hurt for a moment, but then his steel gaze returned. “I didn’t think some one could be as obnoxious as you, but guess once in a while, I’m proven wrong.”
“Really? Because I’m pretty sure everybody proves you wrong. Well… at least they prove your nerdy science theories wrong.” You knew this was crossing the line. You could insult his physique, his bed skills, his flirting skills…but never his academic skills.
You could practically see smoke pouring out from his ears, and so could everyone else.
“Oh shit”, muttered Sam from behind you, poking Bucky’s stomach. “Fight’s gonna go down, for sure.”
Bucky looked indifferent, probably used to us, but when he saw Peter’s red face, he backed up, hands up. “Damn, this is gonna be a bad one. You wanna stay and watch or get out before we both get killed?”
“Well I think-”, Sam began, but was cut off by you and Peter starting to yell at each other.
“You are a complete asshole!”
“At least I’m not a spoilt brat!”
“Oh, you did not just go there!”
“Yeah... I did, what are you gonna do-?” He looked you in the eye and muttered out the next word, almost whispering. “Brat?”
You gave a harsh growl and lunged at him, almost knocking down a vase on the table. He quickly jumped out of the way, arms snapping back at you. You could see Sam and Bucky running out of the room, yelling at other people in the tower to evacuate.
You turned around to see Peter, standing there, a smug smirk appearing on his lips as he pulled his webshooters out of his pocket, shooting them at you before you could react.
“Hmph”, you grunted, being pushed back against the wall. Peter leisurely walked to you, as if he was a tiger pouncing on his prey. His eyes were dark as he smiled at you cruelly.
He was really close to you, and he could have done what ever he wanted if he had reached you… Too bad you were more of the type of predator rather than prey.
You felt your knife spurt out of your wrist as it cut through the webs. Untangling yourself, you jumped with ease, twisting your arms and legs around Peter, as you both tumbled to the ground. Peter groaned, trying to get up, but you just pushed your weight further on him, jumping on his chest, straddling him.
“Can you get off?”, he asked, his voice strained. You smiled, knowing you had won. Coming close to his face, you smirked cheekily, before whispering in his ear. “You think they bought it?”
Peter smiled at you, kissing your neck. “Of course, we are great actors…”
You pulled back, kissing him back, fingers tangling in his curls. “Sorry…. Bout’… the theories thing”, you said between kisses, pulling back to make sure he was fine.
“Yeah, that was a good touch. What about the brat?”
You laughed hotly, moving down. “I loved it…probably more than I should have”, you said against his neck.
“Oh is that it? Well, there was one thing I didn’t agree with.” He flipped you over, pining your arms above your head. “You don’t think I can fuck my girlfriend well?” Just as he was about to reach down to catch your lips, you heard a glass shatter. Looking up, you saw the group, everyone having shocked face and Tony in the front, mouth wide open.
“What the FUCK-”
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Loved writing this one! Always wanted to try Enemies to Lovers, so I hope you enjoyed it! See you next time :)
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poetrusicperry · 3 years
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the poets and their fav marvel characters/movies !!!
ok honestly i have no idea if any of this makes sense lol but i hope it’s comprehendible. also i have not had the time or resources to watch any of the new mcu era, which is why i didn’t include any of it. and if you have any other ideas of which characters and movies the poets would like comment them bc i want to see what you guys think hehe !! <3 sending love and hugs to anyone who needs it (and anyone who doesn’t, too)
neil: neil adores comic books. he used to sneak them when he was younger, taking breaks from his summer school homework to read them (he has a stash in his room that his father still hasn’t found). there is no doubt in my mind that neil wouldn’t be head over heels for spiderman, are you kidding ?? most definitely tried to climb walls or hang upside down when he was little. desperately wishes he could come up with his own chemical equation for web fluid. he’d completely immerse himself in the fact that there are three different eras to depict and analyze, too, having a very heated debate with charlie and meeks about who the best spiderman is. also really wants to reenact the upside down kiss with todd
neil’s fav movies (he can’t pick a fav) would be: the og spiderman, the amazing spiderman, and spiderman: homecoming (likes spiderman: 3 purely for shits and gigs)
todd: i feel like todd really likes comics (would spend his summers collecting them and reading in his room while his parents took jeff to sports camps/summer camps). he’d love scarlet witch because todd really loves to see her character growth through the films (coming to understand her powers and utilizing them accordingly), and also just admires how badass she is (”she’s so powerful and she doesn’t even know it until she faces hardship. oh, i love her so much”). upon hearing this explanation, neil couldn’t contain a smile because todd doesn’t even realize that he’s the exact same way (’: todd also likes bucky because he’s “so cool” and his metal arm is “sick” hehe (and he really loves the bond that bucky and steve have)
todd’s fav movie would probably be captain america: tfa because he likes seeing young steve rogers of course, but also because todd admires his strength (sees himself in pre-serum steve and hopes that one day he will become his own version of post-serum steve (: ). also like avengers: aou bc that’s when he’s really first introduced to scarlet witch (watches the post-credit scene from captain america: tws just to see wanda and pietro)
charlie: charlie never really read comic books, but he loves the mcu !! first of all, charlie can’t decide anything ever, so why would picking his fav superhero be any different; peter quill, iron man, or black widow. he’d like peter quill because “he’s unapologetically himself and completely hilarious,” and would absolutely dress as starlord for halloween at least once (probably more than once). as for iron man, charlie just likes how cool tony stark is and how he invented a suit that could fly (”there are so many likable qualities about him !!” he’d say, to which cameron would reply, “like what, the fact that he’s a womanizer, a pompous ass, or that he’s seemingly too smart for his own good ?” and charlie would just smirk, “all of the above”). for black widow, it’d be pretty simple (“she’s so badass. i can’t tell if i want to do her or be her”). claims his honorary mentions would be korg, rocket, and groot
charlie’s fav movies are guardians of the galaxy vol. 1 and vol. 2 because they’re “fun.” likes thor: ragnarok because it also has fun vibes.
meeks: meeks LOVES comic books to begin with, and collects them avidly, but dr. strange and the entire idea surrounding his powers/strengths ?? the ability to bend time ?? if that doesn't sound right up meeks’ alley, idk what does. there are clearly a lot of things that meeks will geek out over unapologetically, but dr. strange is one of those things that he just will not shut up about, ever (”it’s just so AWESOME”). desperately wishes that sling rings were real. also gushes with todd about bucky’s metal arm, going off on a tangent about the science behind the “rigidity flexibility ratio.” can also go on for hours about the quantum realm (:
therefore, meeks’ favorite mcu film is dr. strange and he would be completely eager and buzzing for dr. strange in the multiverse of madness. also likes antman (:
pitts: also a comic book geek hehe. and i'm sensing that pitts really likes thor. thor is pretty much just a dorky, goofy tall dude (like pitts, just with... a lot bigger biceps LOL). finds a lot of the same things funny in the movies that thor laughs at. getting into thor gets him into norse mythology, where he’d spend hours searching for/reading books on it at the welton library (meeks would have to come find him because he’d been gone for that long). wishes he could grow facial hair that nicely, and even attempted to once, but charlie shut that down real quick HAHA (”i'm not going to stop making fun of how ridiculous you look until you shave”). becomes a huge einstein rosen bridge geek, learning all there is to learn about that (and norse everything).
pitts’ favorite movie is thor: ragnarok (”it’s the best out of the three”), and he really doesn’t enjoy thor: the dark world (almost has a vendetta against it, “why did they feel the need to dye his beard and his eyebrows ??”)
cameron: surprisingly knows a lot about comics and the mcu ? his fav character is captain america due to steve rogers’ unflinching morals and standards (cameron began to to veer a teeny tiny bit away from cap, though, when he began to rebel in captain america: civil war, but he still loves him). really likes the historical aspect behind captain america (wwii and the 1940s). he and pitts absolutely had a meltdown when steve lifted mjolnir and almost got kicked out of the movie theater for their reaction (”NO FUCKING WAY, NO FUCKING WAY !! I KNEW IT. PITTSIE, I KNEW IT !!” which is super uncharacteristic for cameron, but he doesn’t fuck around when it comes to cap). got in an actual argument with charlie after captain america: civil war arguing that tony was in the wrong (”steve was doing the right thing because he was following his moral code !! even if he was breaking rules, it still made sense,” and charlie would just laugh, “you say that, but i was just following my moral code when i made the phone call to god and you didn’t find that funny,” “you’re an idiot, charlie”). also really likes nebula bc he relates to her in the fact that she never felt like she belonged/fit in.
his father served in wwii, so captain america: tfa has a really special place in his heart (he’s seen it so many times he can cite the movie as it goes along)
knox: knox knows the least about superheroes/comics, but still likes to tag along to the movies when the poets go to a premiere. he really likes black widow (”she’s just really pretty, okay?”) and hulk (”he just smashes stuff, HAHA ! how awesome is that ??”). even though he’s not very knowledgable about the mcu or marvel itself, he loves to listen to meeks about everything. almost always asks questions throughout the entirety of the movie (”knox, shut up, we’ll explain after it’s over !!”). thanos really freaked him out tbh; the idea of something like the snap happening dialed his whole “carpe diem” thing to eleven lol. 
knox’s fav movie is the first avengers because the amount of conflict isn’t as bad as the other avengers movies (”i like seeing them work together, it makes me sad when they argue and disagree).
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Traumtänzer (Pt. 9)
Part 8
Part 10
German Translation:
Du sprichst Deutsch - You speak German? Ja - Yes
“ I think we should talk about what Nagel said,” you had a feeling Helmut was speaking Sokovian to butter you up.
You shook your head resolutely, keeping quiet as you stared unblinkingly at your book.
“ I think it’s important that we do,” he insisted, closing his own book and clasping his hands in his lap.
“ He was lying,” you mumbled, still fruitlessly trying to focus on your book.
“ I don’t think he was, Maus,” Helmut sighed, and tried to make eye contact, but you were being stubborn. “ Look at me, Y/N,” he was speaking softly, almost gently, but you didn’t look over until his fingers gripped your chin and turned your head.
“ He can’t have been telling the truth. I would have known if they’d given me the serum,” the topic had you on the verge of tears, but Helmut didn’t let up.
“ And if he was telling the truth? Let’s look at your wounds, shall we?” You blanched. You’d forgotten about the wounds, they didn’t hurt anymore. You pulled down the blanket to expose your thighs and, lo and behold, all that was left was a shiny pink scar and some already dissolving stitches. You gulped.
“ I’ve always had Wolverine-like healing. I just heal fast,” your mouth was dry, but Helmut raised an eyebrow.
“ How do you know about Wolverine?”
“How do you?” You countered.
“ I make it my place to know about powerful mutants,” he shrugged.
“ I met him once when he was in a fight in Berlin. He got a bullet to the skull and it just… popped out and healed,” you shuddered at the mental image.
“ So, what you’re telling me then is that you’re not a super soldier, but a mutant?” he was pushing your buttons, but you wouldn’t get angry.
“ No, I’m not a mutant. But I’m also not a super soldier. I just heal fast,” you were resolute, and Helmut sighed.
“ Come with me,” he held out his hand as he stood, and you took it hesitantly. After throwing some sleeping pants on, Helmut ushered you out of the room and into the great room where the other two men were entertaining themselves.
“We’re going to prove that Maus is not a super soldier,” Helmut announced to the room, and you let go of his hand, backing up and shaking your head. “What, you don’t want to prove that you’re just a regular human?”
“I don’t hate the idea of knowing if you’re a super soldier or not,” Sam commented, and you narrowed your eyes at him. “What? It would be good to have another super soldier with combat training on our side.”
“Fine,” you grumbled. “So, how are we going to do this?”
“You’re going to punch James,” Helmut said matter-of-factly, but you balked at the thought of punching one of your allies. “Fine with me,” James sighed and rolled his shoulders back. “Come at me, kid,” he smirked a little as he stood. You looked back and forth between Helmut and James.
“ Mein Gott, what have I gotten myself into?” you sighed and approached James, who was standing rather relaxed for someone who was about to get hit.
You took on an attacking stance and bounced on the balls of your feet, your limited combat training coming back in pieces.
“If I break my hand, I’m going to kill you,” you directed that at Helmut, who chuckled. Apparently, he was confident you were super strong.
You threw a punch at James, who caught it in his flesh hand.
“You’re not even trying,” James raised an eyebrow. “My grandma hits harder.”
You frowned, rude.
You pulled your arms in, close to your torso, and threw a one-two combo at him, with a little more force.
“I really think it would just be best if you put all of your force behind it. Or else we’ll never know,” James spoke with a smile on his face, though you didn’t share his positive sentiment.
“I feel very weird attacking a man who isn’t attacking me back,” you finally said, and James smirked.
“I can fix that,” he said right before he threw a punch at you, which you thankfully dodged.
“Hey!” you exclaimed, backing up a step as he came at you with another punch. “Rude!” You shouted as he kept throwing punches at you with his flesh arm, always keeping the metal one away from you.
This time, when you dodged his punch, you used your momentum to throw one back at him, which he easily dodged. Fine, you supposed you were just going to spar now. It was a lot of dodging, none of your hits ever met his flesh, but you had a feeling he was having too much fun because he actually surprised you with a punch from his left hand. You knew you weren’t going to be able to dodge it, so you braced yourself and shot out your flat palm and - honestly it was maybe the coolest thing you’ve ever done - you caught his metal fist in your own small hand. There was only a little movement as you adjusted for the weight of his punch.
He gawked at you.
You stared at him with wide eyes.
Everything was quiet.
“Please tell me that was a full-force punch because that was the coolest thing I’ve seen since Spiderman,” Sam finally interrupted, and you let out a nervous giggle.
“Hit me,” James was all serious now. He had put a lot of force behind that punch, and you caught his metal arm with little to no effort.
“I don’t want to hit you,” you countered, and he took on a defensive stance.
“I’m not going to dodge. I want you to hit me in the stomach.”
You bit your lip. You supposed this was all fun and games to them, but it would seriously wreak havoc on your mental state.
You paused, and then with all of the force you could muster, you hit the former Winter Soldier in the stomach. He had rock solid abs, and it hurt, but you were pretty sure it hurt him more than it hurt you because he grunted and stumbled back into the wall behind him.
“Jesus Christ,” he coughed, trying to get his diaphragm to work again after being smashed with a tiny fist.
You froze up, your knees locked and brain whirring a million miles a minute. What if you were a super soldier? What did that mean for you?
“Very interesting,” Helmut commented, and you whirled around to point a finger at him.
“This was your idea,” you accused him, but he stayed infuriatingly calm and raised his hands up in the air placatingly.
“Aren’t you glad you know? You just nearly knocked the Winter Soldier off his feet with one hit,” he looked impressed, but you were sure he was conflicted. He was against super soldiers.
“I think it’s time for us to go look in the city for clues on Karli. Maus would you like to stay here?” Sam finally broke your angry silence and you nodded, you needed some alone time. Maybe you’d be able to sleep.
They left and for a while, you just stood still, unable to move. Finally though, you retreated to the bedroom for a nap. This time when the forest appeared to you, you just wandered amongst the puddles, not going into any of them, and you enjoyed a dreamless sleep.
By the time you woke, the men were still out, so you dressed in some jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt to wander outside and find them.
Unfortunately, you weren’t the only one looking for them.
“Hey,” you greeted as you walked up behind the trio, but there was another voice talking over you. An American.
“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit,” he spat the words, and you stayed behind Helmut as a man in stars and stripes approached.
“Ugh, how’d you find us now?” James asked, and you couldn’t help but ask the same question. You’d stayed under the radar… Unless the men had caused a scene while you were sleeping.
“Come on,” another American spoke this time. “You really think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” Okay, that was valid.
“No more keeping us in the dark,” the first man added. “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,” he pointed at Helmut. “And who the hell that is,” this time he pointed at you, and you tried to shield yourself from his view. You were already in a bit of a frazzled mental state, you did not want to deal with this.
“He did that himself technically,” James muttered, and you had to hold back a giggle.
“Oh this better be an unbelievable explanation,” the man shouted, and you were getting tired of him raising his voice.
“Take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam tried to diffuse the situation.
“Who’s this?” the blonde man finally spoke in a regular voice and you stepped out from behind Helmut.
“I go by Maus ,” you started. “I owed Steven Rogers a favor, so I’m helping his friends,” your accented English gave him pause.
“How did you know him?” The other American asked and you winced.
“He sort of destroyed my country,” you shrugged. “But he helped me out afterwards. It evens out I guess,” he chuckled at your answer.
“I know where Karli is,” Helmut interjected and you cut your eyes to him. What? When had he figured that out?
He started walking and the men started their pissing contest, or you supposed it was just a heated conversation, so you followed behind. It would be a long day.
“I’m Lemar,” the second man walked beside you as the others argued.
“Nice to meet you, Lemar,” you responded, eyes wandering around the beautiful city.
“You’re from Sokovia, then?” You nodded. “Not much of a talker, are you?” “I’ve had quite a long few days,” you chuckled and finally looked over at him. He was handsome, probably around your age. “And my English is very out of practice.”
He nodded understandingly.
“I took French and German in high school, but I’m not very good at them,” he commented.
“ Du sprichst Deutsch? ” You asked with a smile, and he returned it.
“ Ja, ” he responded, though you could tell it took him a bit to think up the word.
“I live in Berlin,” you explained. “So I’ve been getting better at German. Having the Baron around is nice though because I haven’t spoken Sokovian in years,” you sighed sadly and Lemar nodded.
“I could see that being nice, even though he is a fugitive and a criminal,” you nodded sagely. What he would think if he had known the situations you’d gotten into with the Baron.
You tuned back into the conversation when Helmut gestured to his ‘associate,’ a little girl waiting for them up ahead. You sighed, you had a very bad feeling about this.
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Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Fem!Reader (AFAB, no y/n)
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Brief mention of bad(abusive/manipulative) parents, general adult topics, swearing.
Summary: You meet a cute guy at a bar, you date, you fall in love, and oops, it turns out you’ve both been lying about your careers. Classified only stays classified until you get assigned a mission together. (SpecOps&Spies, with Young!Frankie)
A/N: Hey guys, I was bad and started another fic. Whoops. This one is for Triple Frontier because I love that soft boi Francisco. The flavour of this fic, the vibe if you will, is basically the spiderman pointing meme. I’ve vaguely set the timeline to like mid-2000s? so I’ll be trying my best to stay true to technology and aesthetic of the era. There was so much denim. Anyways, that means I’m trying to write for about a 27-33 year old Frankie and a similarly aged reader. I don’t see this series being more than a couple chapters at best, so it’ll be short and sweet. Also, like, very little angst if I can help it; I just want this one to be a good, cute, fun read. Hope y’all enjoy! Xoxo
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“So, you’re coming out tonight, right? You’re not busy or anything?”
“Please don’t say it like that, you know how busy work actually is. And I’m a grown woman; if I didn’t want to go to a shady dive bar with you and your very loud friends from the office, I’d say so,” You loved your best friend, and you missed spending time together, but you really couldn’t say the same for her co-workers.
You had nothing against the women she worked with, and you found that they were all perfectly lovely and usually quite fun to be around… it was just that when the alcohol came out, the volume control and verbal filters disappeared.
You wouldn’t say that barhopping was what you’d prefer to be doing tonight, along with more or less babysitting your friend and her friends, but you didn’t know when you’d next be able to squeeze in a night off to just hang out and have fun, so this was happening. You would laugh and smile and keep the drunk secretaries from going home with questionable people, and then you would look back on your ladies’ night with fond memories until you could eventually attend another.
You had known when you picked your career that it would be an around-the-clock, all-day, every-day sort of thing. You never deluded yourself into thinking you would have much of a social life or long-term relationships. Most partners, hell even most friends, would have a problem with you jetting off for weekends, or disappearing for days at a time under mountains of paperwork and appointments.
It just made your best friend that much more important to you. You’d met as kids, went through years of school beside each other, hung out, did stupid teenager things and then stupid young adult things together. You’d cried and laughed and fought and made up a million times, you’d gone to different colleges and still kept in touch, moved away, moved back, and you were still going strong. She was your ride-or-die, your anchor and your parachute and everything in between, so if you could use some of your precious, hoarded, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it time off to see her, that’s just what you’d do.
“You should take some of that fire, and direct it at your boss. Tell him no for a change. I’d love to see his face at that!” She meant well, always trying to look out for you and your health when it came to your beyond demanding job. You weren’t even allowed to tell her a fraction of what you were doing in your professional life, and she knew it, but that didn’t stop her from being ready to throw fists at your employer at a moment’s notice.
“One does not simply tell the über-rich that they don’t need to fly to Paris, again. Being a PA is a full-time nannying gig, except your charge is an adult who can argue when you say no, and you cannot put them on timeout when they’re being a brat. Where he goes, I go, and unless something drastic happens, it will probably continue on like that for a while.” She laughed at your jokes, and your heart hurt a little less at her glee. You knew she would never give up on you or blame you for your work being unpredictable, but that didn’t make the sting of last-minute cancels and missed outings hurt any less, for either of you.
“But it must be nice, just getting on a plane and going somewhere amazing at the drop of a hat. Travelling the world like a superstar, meeting people, having amazing adventures with mysterious strangers…”
“Easy there, Mamma Mia, your wanderlust is showing. And I’d take you with me in a heartbeat if I could. You were born to be a jetsetter, not to be stuck in this town with nothing but the office cubicle beside you to stare at. And I still think you should apply for one of those immersive culture grants you keep mooning over. They’d be fools not to fund your writing expedition!” She was an incredible person, three full degrees to her name in the time it took a normal student to get one, and a brain that could run miles around the rest of the professionals in her field. But she was tethered to this quiet backwater town, and she wasn’t free to fly like she deserved.
“You know I can’t just… go, like you can. My mom, it’d just break her heart… I don’t want to leave her alone, not after Dad,” You honestly doubted that you’d ever meet a woman more horrible and undeserving of her own daughter’s kindness. Helen was a parasite full of lies and manipulations and greed, and she had attached herself like a bad rash to your friend after she’d chased away the rest of her family members.
Your friend searched for the good in everyone, but you wished she’d stop looking for it at that home.
“You deserve your own happiness and freedom, and she should be encouraging you to spread your wings if and when you’re ready.” Politicking your friend was never something you enjoyed. She was the last person you wanted to use your negotiating credentials and sly subterfuge tactics against, but you wanted, needed, her safety and health more. You considered it almost bribery; dangling her dream future in front of her in exchange of being rid of the garbage in her life.
“Hey now, we’re getting way too deep into sad-drunk night conversations, and this is strictly a happy-fun-drunk night. Please leave all baggage and woes at the door, thank you!” You admitted your defeat and surrendered your verbal power point on Why Helen Needs to Disappear. You would get her next time for sure, give her the accelerant to burn down that bridge. “Anyways, the reason I called was to remind you of our haunt for the night. One of the girls, Kelly, you remember Kelly, found this adorable little hole in the wall. A total boys’ club apparently: darts, pool, sports games on the TV, but Kelly’s sister’s friend’s brother Tyler said the place was a favourite of the local army guys. So, if nothing else, we’ll at least have some hunks to look at for a while. It’ll be great!”
You jotted down the directions to the bar as she listed them, and the time you were expected to arrive there.
“Oh! And wear that cute little blue number you bought last spring; I know you still have it so don’t you dare lie. It makes your ass and legs look divine, and I think you could stand to make a new acquaintance tonight.” That Little Blue Number was buried in the back of your closet where you had hoped it would remain forever, but luck was not on your side tonight it seemed. But it did make you look, and feel, fantastic.  It was just so… breezy. “And heels! Real ones, not your cute little personal assistant kitten heels. Those black strappy ones would work like a dream!” You just sighed dramatically into the receiver and agreed to her demands.
“I’ll let you go now, and yes, I suppose I can be presentable tonight, dress and all. See-ya later!”
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Hole in the wall was right. This place was basically underground it was so on the D.L. It was warm inside though, and in the middle of autumn with so much skin on display, you could not be more pleased to get away from the chilled outside air.
You would describe the interior as comfortable with a hint of rustic; lots of warm dark wood and low lights, mixed with the soft Latin music crooning in the background and the few patrons’ conversations adding to the ambience.
All in all, it was probably the nicest dive bar you’d been to in your hometown.
Your party was easy to spot where they had claimed a group of pushed together tables towards the far side of the establishment, and you carefully made your way over to them in your tricky high heels.
You said your hellos to returning faces and introduced yourself to the new additions, and accepted the chair you were pointed to and the drink pressed into your hand.
And so, the hours rolled.
You had enjoyed two fruity cocktails and a flaming shot before you called it quits on the alcohol for the night. You still had a few hours to sober up enough to drive home safely, and you would be able to help the girls get to their rides and ways home too. You appreciated having a social drink or two, but you didn’t care for hangovers and would happily take slightly tipsy over party-hard drunk anytime. Plus, your contract stated you were on-call, always, and you could be required to navigate high-stress negotiations at the drop of a hat. It was just better to cut yourself off, then reap the consequences of your actions later.
You tapped your friend’s shoulder as you walked past and leaned over to talk into her ear. “I’m getting some water for the table; do you want anything else?”
“Mmmm, no I think we’re good for now, thanks!” She was plastered already, but she had a huge grin on her face and was laughing at her co-workers’ stories, so you considered it a win of a night. You gave her a pat goodbye and swayed your way to the bar.
But you just were not accounting for the uneven floorboards, or how much your heels affected your currently less than steady equilibrium, and before you could blink you were teetering over into a nasty fall.
“Whoa there, easy does it, muñequita” Arms wrapped around you and pulled you back into a warm chest. “Careful now, don’t go twisting an ankle in those fancy shoes.”
You certainly did not account for the man you turned around to face. Wow.
His hands glided respectfully from where he had caught you around the waist to your still bent and held out elbows, steadying you as you swayed dangerously again.
Warm brown eyes, soft brown curls, and the sweetest smile you’d ever seen. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and you knew that it wasn’t left over adrenaline from your near wipeout. He was gorgeous and handling you so gently, and you wanted to spend forever in that moment.
“Hey there, palomita, I’m Frankie, can I buy you a drink?”
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(Which Spider-Man?) Mary-Jane takes Miles under her wing instead or Peter has to kill Beck
(set after into the spiderverse)
1.
defeating kingpin and sending the other spider... well, men off to their own worlds felt great, but once it’s over miles has to face the fact that he’s still starting out on his own here and this world’s peter parker, his spiderman, is still fresh in the city’s memory. it means he gets some weird and mixed reactions from people during his first few swing-throughs of the city, but he tries to take them in his stride.
he reminds himself that he has people to go to for advice and support and an entire, whaddayacallit, spider cave to peruse if he wants to. there’s fresh and advanced webshooters, web fluid, costume changes, tracking and recording equipment, and besides, may parker is badass. there’s no reason why he shouldn’t be hanging out there all the time.
except--
there’s this way may’s eyes soften and get watery when she’s looking at him and thinks he isn’t noticing, her entire body cratering at the centre after being upright for so long. it’s awkward when she once asks him to call her ‘aunt may’ then stops herself, looking stricken, then never brings it up again. sitting in her house sipping hot chocolate means remembering the first time he was sitting in that hall; looking at the fading scorch marks on the wall; thinking uncle aaron i miss you and realising for probably the hundredth time that week that he’s never going to see his uncle again. it’s like he’s surrounded by a thousand invisible emotional tripwires, and he’s always walking into them and falling into some memory.
so, yeah. he doesn’t really go to may’s much, unless it’s for an emergency, or he’s running low on web fluid, or needs to repair his costume. it’s during one such trip that he finds mary jane watson sitting in the spidercave.
2.
mj (because of course she wants him to call her mj) is… nice. she’s nice. there’s not a whole lot more miles can say at first because again: peter parker is this sort of insurmountable wall between them, and as much as he bonded with other (his) pete, he isn’t quite sure what this (not his peter but technically his universe’s, so, well. shit. this is all very confusing) peter was really like. he was very kind to miles when he first saw him (and quicker to put two and two together) but did he have that same exhausted dad energy? was he scarily competent and an absolute slob at the same time? did he get that soft, wondering look in his eyes, like he’d received a gift he never expected to get, whenever he thought nobody was looking at him? did he ask his famous-in-her-own-right journalist girlfriend to help him be spider-man, or was that part of him mostly a mystery to her too?
miles could ask said-girlfriend, but… it’s too soon. too raw. too awkward. too miles-has-schoolwork-and-vigilantism-consuming-every-second-of-his-life-and-he-just-doesn’t-have-any-leftover-energy-to-deal-with-this.
they exchange phone numbers during their second meeting and it continues to be weird at first (what’s miles going to do? send mary jane watson pictures of minecraft memes?), but he quickly discovers that mj isn’t really interested in spiderman related--or even adjacent--conversations either. it’s mostly messages asking him about his day, or about school, or if spiderman’s really taking the subway every other morning (miles’ spider genes apparently don’t allow him to withstand swinging from building to building after a full cheeseburger meal). miles quickly loses his nervousness and it even becomes a sort of comfort.
then: the messages start getting… different. what you’re looking for isn’t there and see attachment and i can get you oscorp’s internal files on this and the nuclear material is coming in from oslo not ohio what the fuck even is this spellcheck
all the tips pan out because of course they do, it’s mary jane watson. miles isn’t entirely sure how she seems to know so often what he’s working on, but he suspects that she watches where he’s been as spiderman closer than he first thought. 
still, he feels awkward enough that it’s a while before he texts her i think i’m stuck on this one.
the reply is almost immediate: i thought you’d never ask.
3.
being spider-man is all fun and games until it suddenly isn’t: when miles realises he’s out there in the middle of an inferno without backup, during every moment he jumps off a building and thinks for a split-second, mid-air: what if i don’t make that next landing. more often than not he makes it out okay at the end of the day, but there are also moments like this: stuck under a wooden beam, hurt just enough that he can’t muster the strength to throw the beam off his back, fire raging in the floors beneath him, the heat wafting up threatening to cook him in his nice superhero suit.
i might not make it is no longer a split-second thought. in fact it’s a thought that occupies a lot of whole seconds strung together.
then: “spiderman!”
the shout is followed a few seconds later by mj herself, her form shimmering and wavering in the heat, handkerchief pressed to her nose and mouth. when she sees him her watering eyes light up.
miles’ jaw hangs open, and something clicks in his head: there’s no way spiderman could’ve existed without this reckless, brave, smart yet so stupid, incredible person. 
he’s a lot less nervous about asking for help after that, and about reminding her that yeah, he can be a little foolish at times, but she was the one who ran alone into a burning building to help somebody with super-strength and super-healing. she never argues that last one, just smiles fondly.
4.
mj becomes fast friends with miles’ mother. miles doesn’t even remember how they met--ran into each other at the grocery store every weekend? something. it isn’t really relevant. what’s important is that now mj and his mom appear to be best friends, and miles isn’t sure how to feel about this. he gets the notion that, despite not being bitten by a radioactive spider, mj is much farther along in this world than he is. boundaries are different. more porous. 
even so, mj is… something else.
sometimes, sitting across from her at the dining table at home, it feels like the world is a little bit warmer, a little more… complete. then she would catch his eye and give him a knowing smile, and miles is in his costume again, poised at the apex of an expansive arc and not knowing where he’s going to land in a world he’s starting to realise he doesn’t really understand after all.
he never tells mj about the multiverse spidermen, though he can tell she is curious about where he disappears to every now and then. truth be told, he’s a bit scared of how she’ll react to the idea of other peters existing.
5.
months after that first meeting, miles and mj visit peter’s grave together. 
it’s probably the first time miles has seen mj be anything but calm and put-together. exhaustion piles in like sand in a tipped hourglass. her shoulders slump and her nails claw into a faded sweatshirt that she’s holding in her hands. and yet… she’s holding back, miles realises. for all that he’s seen of her in the last several months, there’s a layer she’s still reserving for peter and miles… doesn’t resent it exactly, this peter spectre that keeps coming up between him and everything that he wants to know about how to do his job, but he hopes…
he hopes he’ll get to know mj some day.
he walks away to a cafe nearby. mj joins him half an hour later, eyes red and mascara smeared but her face dry. they buy milkshakes and plot their next move against doc ock.
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New Amsterdam Chapter 18
[I have to point out, once again, how very strange it is that he is not running from us, not making an excuse to leave us, and feels safer with us than with the unarmed, clearly sane man.]
{Shut up! Petey-Pie is amazing!}
[I didn’t say I don’t like him, I said he’s strange.]
Wade hummed as Peter put groceries in his cart. When the boy had asked him to go shopping with him, he didn’t think it would be for groceries.
[And medical supplies. He could support an ambulance with what he’s got in there.]
{What does he need those for? Is working for Stark that dangerous?}
“Peter,” said Wade slowly, “I notice that you’ve got a lot of fruit.”
“Ah, well,” said Peter as he pushed up his glasses (he’d put them on before going into the store saying he had eyestrain), “fruit is good. It has vitamins and nutrients, and most fruits also have juice.”
[That’s—oddly specific.]
Wade watched as Peter put some crackers in the cart. “Do you ever—cook food, Petey?” he asked.
“I can,” Peter said defensively. “I just—don’t have a lot of time,” he admitted. Peter slouched over, as if ashamed of himself.
{You FIEND!  Fix it! Fix it NOW!!!}
“All righty Petey-Pie,” said Wade decisively as he started grabbing stuff on his own. “Tonight, I’ll cook.”
An adorable flush crossed Peter’s cheeks. “I can’t ask you to do that,” he protested.
[Buy it with our money Wade. Author knows we have more than enough.]
“True. You’re not asking,” Wade assured Peter. “I’m telling. And I’m a good cook.”
{Remember that chef that taught us how to cook in exchange for not killing him?}
[We still killed him though.]
{Only because he tried to poison us.}
The flush deepened. “Th—thanks Wade,” he said.
Wade looked at him, reached and towards his face, and “Boop!” bopped his nose with a gloved finger. The nose, predictably, twitched in response.
“Stop that,’ protested Peter with no heat from the words.
“You are just too cute. I can’t wait to see you melt over dinner.”
“That sounded wrong,” Peter complained as he followed Wade to the next aisle.
“No, no!” protested Wade as he turned Peter around. “you’re going to be surprised!”
[We’re not. It’s tacos again, isn’t it?]
{Tacos have all the food groups because tomatoes are a fruit!}
“Hey, are the food groups still a pyramid, or did they change again?” asked Wade as he picked ingredients.
{Hate to break it to ya buddy, but rice doesn’t go in tacos.}
“I don’t know. I don’t really keep up with that stuff.” Wade turned to see that Peter was still looking away. He couldn't help but grin under the mask; the boy really did believe in the concept of fair play.
“Kay. Hmm. I’ll Google it later. Oh—fun fact!” Wade announced as they continued to shop. “Did you know the first person to survive going over Niagara Falls in a barrel died after slipping on an orange peel?”
“Did you mention that because I have oranges in the cart?” asked Peter trailing after Wade, still not looking. Wade reached out and gently grabbed his elbow to prevent him from running into a display.
“Nah. It just popped into my head. I think the author was reading Fun Facts of the Day again.”
“Author?”
“Not important, Baby Boy,” said Wade with a dismissive wave of his hand. He looked at the contents of the cart and a thought took hold.
{I saw that! Do it! Do it!}
[An actual good idea. The second one so far.]
Wade hummed. “Okay Pete,” he said with a grin hidden (mostly, partly, okay—not at all since his mask was so emotive) behind his mask. “This next bit’s the secret to a perfect dinner, so I want you to close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?”
Peter didn’t sound thrilled at the idea. “Don’t worry,” Wade said as reassuring as possible. “I’ll keep a hand on you and make sure you don’t run into anything.”
[Are you insane? Like he’s really going to trust a sword-wielding—he’s doing it. I can’t believe he’s doing it.]
{I want to keep him! Hold him tight and never let go!}
Peter had closed his eyes and was trustingly holding out a hand to Wade. A hand that Wade gently, reverently took. It wasn’t often anyone gave him trust.
[Or ever.]
{Spidey trusts us!}
[And how are you going to manage this next part, genius?]
Wade kept up a stream of babble that was just loud enough to cover the beeping at the checkout. He had no idea what the clerk thought—
[Probably that he doesn’t get paid enough to care.]
—but the young man didn’t say anything to ruin the deception until he gave the total. Peter’s eyes snapped open and his mouth dropped as Wade quickly paid for the food. All of the food. And the first aid supplies.
{Seriously; what does he need those for?}
“Wade!” spluttered Peter, face flushed, and staring in shock.
“Aw,” crooned Wade. “Boop.” He gently bopped Peter’s nose and, like always, it twitched like a little rabbit.
“Wade, this is serious!”
“What was that? I can’t hear you!” Wade quickly gathered the bags on and in his arms.
“Wade!”
“CAN’T HEAR YOU!” The mercenary danced out of the door.
Peter quickly caught up. “Wait—at least let me carry some of them!”
“Well—since I’m cooking,” admitted Wade. He paused and let Peter shift about half the weight of the bags to himself.
[Did you notice he took the heavy half?]
“I can carry it all,” Wade said.
“No,” said Peter firmly. His glasses began to slide down his nose. He used his forearm to push them back up again. “You paid for the groceries. You said you’d be cooking dinner. The least I can do is carry them.”
{Aw! He’s such a sweetie}
[I’m taking this moment to point out that he’s not even breathing hard.]
Wade ignored the voices in his head for the moment. “Well,” he said salaciously, “you are just going to—”
“Peter!” The two of them turned to see two beautiful redheads, one male and one female, coming up to them.
Peter’s face lit up. “Harry! MJ!” he called back as the two approached them. Wade watched them warily, not sure how to respond to the two new people. Especially not two people that Peter actually seemed happy to see.
[Doesn’t it strike you odd? All day long he’s only been happy to see three people, and we’re one of them.]
“Peter,” the young man said warily as he regarded Wade. “Who’s this?”
“Oh!” said Peter. “I’m sorry. Wade, this is Harry,” the male nodded, “and MJ,” the female waved. “They’ve been my best friends since—well, almost forever. Harry, MJ,  this is Wade. He’s—um, a friend.”
“Oh.” The girl’s vibrant green eyes looked the costumed man up and down. “An ‘um friend.’ When did you get one of those? Huh?” she nudged Peter in the side with an elbow while wearing a smirk.
Peter squirmed. “MJ!” he protested.
The guy simply grinned and stuck his hands in his pockets. “So, Wade, was it? Has Peter shown you his scrapbooks yet?”
Wade hadn’t thought it was possible for Peter to get any redder. He’d been wrong. “Harry!” protested Peter in a voice that was half yelp, half yell.
MJ simply giggled before absconding with half the bags in Peter’s arms. “Let’s get your groceries put up Peter,” she said. “It’s been forever.”
[Why aren’t they screaming, running away, or telling us to leave?]
{Who cares?}
“You know,” said Harry, “I can help with—”
Both MJ and Peter whirled, identical expressions of anger on their faces. “NO!” they said firmly, in unison.
“Wow,” said Wade looking at Harry. “They agree! It must be important.”
“They’re just overprotective,” said Harry fondly. “On another note; you should really look at Peter’s scrapbooks. There’s at least one picture I know you’ll be thrilled with.” He smirked.
Wade wanted to punch him in the nose. He wasn’t sure why. “Peter doesn’t seem okay with it,” he said slowly.
Harry frowned. “That’s Dad’s fault,” he said viciously. “And the world doesn’t bow to Dad, no matter what the bastard thinks.”
{That’s a lot of anger.}
“There’s nothing wrong with scrapbooking.”
“Nothing at all,” agreed Wade. He wasn’t sure why, except that seeing Harry upset might upset Peter and he didn’t want to upset Peter.
“And Peter took all the pictures himself,” Harry added. There was an odd note of pride in his voice.
“I’ve seen his pictures in the Bugle,” Wade admitted.
[You mean, you’ve cut out pictures he’s taken of Spiderman and glued them to the wall of the bathroom.]
As the four of them made their way to Peter’s apartment, Wade noticed something. There was always someone touching Peter—MJ his arm, Harry his shoulder, or Wade just leaning against him randomly as they walked. Peter took it all in stride.
[Maybe it’s not so strange that he likes us. Maybe he’s just one of those people that needs to be touched.]
{In that case—we’re perfect for each other!}
[We are not, you idiot.]
Once they’re in the apartment all four of them help put up groceries. To Wade’s slight surprise, the redheads know where everything is supposed to go. When they were done MJ slung an arm around Peter’s shoulder. “Come on, Tiger,” she told him. “Time to get the scrapbook.”
“But—” Peter didn’t have a chance as MJ towed him towards a room.
“So,” said Harry amiably as the two of them waited on the couch. “You and Peter, huh? How did that happen?”
“I launched a sword into the alarm in his lab and his only comment was to ask if he could borrow the blade to finish cutting something.”
Harry chuckled. “Sounds like Peter,” he said fondly.
[He should sound more worried.]
“You don’t sound surprised,” Wade admitted.
Harry looked at Wade with a half smile and a raised eyebrow. “When we were five a guy in a dirty white van came up to the school. He said he’d hit a puppy and begged us to get the teacher for help.”
Sounded like a stranger danger scenario, the kind used to frighten small children. “What happened?” he asked.
“Peter climbed into the van. Turns out, there really was an injured puppy in the thing. The man had been telling the truth.” Harry was silent for a moment. “I asked Peter how he knew and he said he just did. So, if Peter feels comfortable around you, that means you’re a good person for him.”
Wade scoffed. “I’m not a good person,” he argued.
“Good,” said Harry, sounding satisfied.
Before Wade could interrogate Harry on that odd comment, MJ came out with a frantic Peter trailing behind her. “Got it,” said MJ smugly.
Peter was flushed, and looked a little panicked. “It—it’s not that great,” he said hurriedly as MJ smugly handed Wade a three-ring binder.
Wade looked at Peter. “I won’t open if it you’re not okay with that.” He noticed MJ and Harry exchange smiles, but kept his eyes on Peter.
Who slumped, defeated. “You can look,” he said. “They’re just—just not that great,” he continued lamely.
{He looks sad. We need to hug him!}
[We need to find out why this is so important.]
Wade opened the book and stared. It wasn’t a scrapbook so much as it was a photo album—and the photos were amazing. They were nothing the Bugle, borderline tabloid that it was, would ever print, but amazing nonetheless. They showed the city of New Amsterdam, and its heroes, in a way that Wade had never seen before. There was a picture of Captain America, clearly helping a cat down out of a tree, getting scratched in the face by said cat. There was a picture of a blue balloon among the pink petals of the cherry trees in the park. A group of girls in prom dresses eating pizza and laughing while one of them tried to scoop the pizza off her dress.
The one that made his breath catch, though, was the picture of him. Standing at the edge of a rooftop, katanas in each hand, a light shining on him highlighting features of the costume even as the rising sun behind him outlined the mercenary in view.
{We look amazing! That should be a poster!}
[There’s something odd about that picture…]
“These are wonderful,” said Wade in awe as he turned the page. He looked up at Peter. “Did you take all these?”
Peter flushed and shuffled his feet. “Well, yes,” he admitted.
“You should share them,” Wade said. They were way too good to be condemned to life merely in a notebook.
“No one wants them,” muttered Peter.
{LIES!!}
“Have you tried putting them up on Instagram?” asked Wade. “You know, showing people what you have?”
“I—I never really thought about it much,” admitted Peter as he pushed his glasses back into place with the heel of his hand.
“We’ll have to do that. After dinner. Or while it’s cooking.” He turned to MJ and Harry. “You want to join us?” he asked, politely. “I’m making a lot of food.”
MJ just chuckled. “The two of you are made for each other—he can eat a lot of food.”
Harry pushed himself up off the couch. “You two have fun,” he said gently. “We’ve got to go.” He walked up to Peter and tousled the smaller man’s hair. “Don’t let Dad run you ragged,” he advised.
Peter instantly looked troubled. “Harry—” he said worriedly.
“After all,” continued Harry, “he won’t always be in control.”
The worried look vanished and Peter grinned. “That’s right!” he said happily.
[What’s that about?]
{Eh, he’ll tell us when he’s ready.}
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This was requested by so, so many people I lost count. After the last Tom Holland Fluff alphabet, you all wanted one about Peter, so here it is! I hope you like it, it’s been quite hard to do.
Affection (PDA, how they are in private…)
Peter isn’t too shy, neither a fan of PDA. At the beginning, he’s hesitant in what boundaries you have and what do you feel comfortable with, so he would let you start any kind of physical contact like taking hands or hugging in public.
He loves brushing his fingers against yours, not really touching but playing this game of who will give up first and take the others hand. If you’re on a date or just walking around, sometimes he just grabs it to pull you closer to him or farther from the driveway, and keeps them that way. He isn’t a huge fan of wrapping his arm around your shoulders, mainly because he isn’t that tall and it’s uncomfortable. Your waist feels too possessive to him, so he is happy with taking your hand.
In private, Peter has conflicted feelings. While in public he always enjoys having you around, because it gives him a sense of comfort, sometimes in private he needs his own space. Maybe that day you’re wearing too much perfume, or your sweater is too itchy on the outside. His senses dial up to eleven some days, and you know to give him his space.
You sit each other on one side of the bed, Peter with his earphones and his eyes closed. You entertain yourself with homework or some show until Peter feels better, trying to do as little noise as you can. Then, when he feels good enough, he’ll crawl closer until laying his head on your lap and burying his face on your stomach, hugging you close. You’ll run your fingers through his hair and, usually, he falls asleep for a while.
Baby (do they want a family?)
On the contrary of popular belief, Peter is mostly against having a family. He knows being Spiderman is hard, and from the relationship he had created with Tony knows that Pepper is constantly in danger.
The part that he hates the most about himself is the one he loves too; being Spiderman. If by any chance it puts you in danger, he will beat himself at night because of it, and will even try to break up with you for your own good.
So, when kids are on the table, he thinks he has his answer pretty clear. He loves you more than anything though, and if you ever bring up the conversation, he would present his hesitation about children as just an opinion, not something definitive. Peter is all about getting settled with you, and he’s not sure if once he has his life sorted out things won’t look different, so as a definitive answer, Peter isn’t sure about kids.
But family is not only about kids, right? Peter Parker likes to imagine himself with you for the long run, in a small but cozy apartment with maybe a cat and a big window to watch sunset together. When he talks about it with you, his eyes light up and his hands move around to motion his excitement.
He guesses he would like any kind of family, as long as you’re with him.
Cuddles (how and when)
Peter is really shy at the beginning, because he’s not sure you want to cuddle as much as he does. He’s kind of touch starved, and not by any means is May’s fault. She hugs him as much as he can – but she works a lot and for a long time, so sometimes he gets lonely and needs physical contact.
You notice how much he loves cuddles when he’s hugging you and rubs his nose in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you for a long time. Or when he doesn’t hesitate to tangle around you when you’re standing close. Then, one day you’re making homework together and he’s so sleepy that he can barely hold his own head up. You’re both sitting on your bed, your back to the wall and him in front of you. When you notice his eyes dropping, you propose laying for a bit. And Peter doesn’t have self-control when he’s tired, so he just lays his head on your chest and snuggle you.
Since then, cuddles is a must do. Lazy make out sessions are his favourite part of you, when you’re just laying on him, lips locked together, and his arms around your waist. His favourite position is when he’s tired from patrolling or life in general and he lays on top with you, face hidden on your neck and one of his legs trapping yours.
Dates (what are dates with him like?)
Dates with Peter aren’t ‘couple dates’, as much as you try. He wants to make it romantic for you, to take you to fancy restaurants or strolls around the parks. But for such a smart boy, he’s sure clueless when it comes to date planning. It’s up to you to plan some cute, romantic dates, because the one he chooses are the chaotic.
One time, he took you to Central Park to eat ice cream, watch people fall with their skateboards and feed the ducks. He chose his cleanest white shirt and some trousers, wanting to impress you but also be comfortable. It went well, for the most part – until one of the ducks got too sassy with him and he decided to chase him away, which only got another ten ducks chasing him around the park. His shirt got ripped from one sleeve and one of the ducks actually rammed its beak on his forehead, which ended in you sitting with him in the hospital waiting room as May laughed from afar.
That’s why he lets you do all the planning, and won’t complain with anything. He loves to try new things – like couple workshop or a new sport. As long as you’re together and there aren’t any ducks around, he’s happy.
Entertainment (how do you spend your free time)
Memes.
There is no other way to describe how you spend your free time, because that’s the only thing you do. Besides doing what any teenager does – homework, endless time of phone and hanging around with his friends – Peter and you spend a lot of time watching shows and films that are interesting for, as Tony would have said, the pop culture.
Peter likes to listen to music while playing board games, and that turned out to be a game of your own. You put a random track on your phone and, just saying the decade of the song and letting him hear the first seconds, he has to guess. You’ll try to beat each other records all the time.
You’re used to doing your homework together. Actually, you have a schedule for it. After leaving high-school, you go to one of your apartments to do your homework or just make out in bed lazily while forgetting about last day assignments. If you’re hooked up to some show, you’ll see a few chapters and then, he’ll walk you home or walk around your apartment for a while, to clear your heads.
It’s not hard to entertain yourselves because Peter is always trying his best to make you happy.
Feelings (when did they know they loved you?) + Love (who says it first, how many times) + Romantic (little details or non-verbal ways of saying I love you)
Peter being Peter, he probably knew from the first moment he met you. He’s a boy who feels too much and too quickly, so he was sure he was in love with him as soon as the first word left your mouth. That didn’t mean he said it out loud, but he could always show you.
It started by simple things, like he waiting for you at the end of the day to walk you to your house, then walking back to his. His apartment was on the other side of Queens, but still he refused to let you walk alone and not hear of how your day had been. On your way, he makes sure you walk on the farther spot from the driveway and lets you talk about whatever you want to.
Peter is not the type of boyfriend who gets mad easily, but as everyone else, there are sometimes where misunderstanding happens and you argue. His only real rule about your relationship is that he won’t go to sleep until you’ve solved everything, even if it means walking to your apartment when you argue at night. He doesn’t have any problems apologising, so usually your arguments aren’t long.
Another little thing he does is to give you flowers every now and then. May raised no granted-idiot, so he’s always making sure you feel appreciated. Once in a month, on Ben’s anniversary, he’ll pick a rose from the flower shop and give it to you or leave it in your locket, with a cute note or just a heart.
So, when did Peter know he loved you? He hasn’t always been good with admitting things, but from the moment he looked into your eyes, he knew he had fallen for you.
Gentle (kind or rough)
So this is about to get a bit sexual, just a fair warning.
Peter Parker is the definition of kind and gentle, always making sure he’s holding back with you and treating you as if you were made of gold. He wouldn’t, by any means, try anything rough with you in bed, because he isn’t sure how good he can measure himself in bed.
But
But
He might not want to try it with you, but with him it’s a different story. It’s hard for him to say it out loud at first, because he has always heard that men are supposed to be the dominant ones and take control in bed. Besides, he’s a superhero; so he thought it would just be wrong to be a sub, because that’s what society tells him.
You learn it one day when you’re making out in the couch and, by pure chance, you grab the back of his hair – which you had been talking about before that was a bit too long – and pull it so that he get his face out of your neck and you can meet his lips again. The sound that leaves Peter’s lips shouldn’t be qualified as human, more like divine.
Since then, Peter is more open about it with you. He likes when you’re kind of rough with him, like straddling his hips and pinning his hands, or grabbing his hair when he’s eating you out. He feels like it’s from having so many responsibilities all the time; Spiderman, the avengers, the patrolling and living with just his aunt. That, sometimes, it’s fine to let someone carry the weight of the things.
But truth is Peter Parker is totally a sub. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.
Holidays (favourite place)
Peter doesn’t have much money to go on expensive holidays, but he’s a simple guy when it comes to destinations. To him, wherever you can be together is fine; but if he can choose, he’s a montain type of person.
A cabin in the woods, a walk hearing the animals, or just laying in the middle of nowhere looking at the stars. The beach is great, but most of the times it means overcrowding and too much heat. Peter doesn’t do well with neither of those things, because he overwhelms easily and doesn’t like too much the heat. The mountain holidays are quiet and not too hot, and with the possibility of using a river or a pond.
That’s where his favourite part is. Your first holidays together were to a snowed mountain, where you spent a whole week. You skied together, made some snowmen, and drank hot chocolate. One day, you decided to explore on your own and discovered some thermal waters in a private property. After looking around for a bit, you discovered the place was empty and – for the first time in his life, he swears – you jumped over the fence and decided to try the thermal waters.
Since you were in the snow, you didn’t have any swimsuit with you, and when Peter realized he was ready to walk back to the hotel; but then, he looked behind him and saw you strapping off your bra, and he flew out of his clothes. You stayed there until your fingers wrinkled, your back against his chest and his arms around you. The memory was so good that he always forgot the part when the owner of the place appeared and you had to grab your clothes and run naked through the snow.
From that moment, Peter likes to make sure that wherever you’re going has close some safe river or pond to spend a few good hours relaxing there.
Impression (first impression)
Short imagine ahead!
Peter shifted, once more, in his seat. The coffee shop he had chosen to finish his essay was the less crowded in queens, and he knew well enough because it was the sixth coffee shop he tried that afternoon. The place, decorated as if you were in the fifties, wasn’t too big, just ten desks around the counter, which was in the middle of the room. When he had entered, he had thought the best place to concentrate was the corner of the coffee shop, just besides the window and behind the wall, so that no one would disturb him.
He had been working just fine, happy with his decision and with the result of his work; until, of course, he had finally looked away from the 10 pages essay to the lower bar on the screen, and discovered that he could barely see the white bar of the battery. He had blinked, trying to see where it had gone, and when he looked at the clock, he kind of understood.
For more than two hours, he had been camping there, with his creamed coffee and two brownie cookies. As much as he had carefully picked up the place, he hadn’t picked up a seat with a socket. That left him with short two minutes to find one before the computer shut down completely.
Panic rose to his throat when he discovered the coffee shop wasn’t empty anymore, but quite full. Peter emitted a small whine and gripped the end of his plug harder, trying to find a solution to his problem.
So, when he saw one, he didn’t stop to think; just grabbed his bag and ran towards the desk by the other window, where a socket peeked out. He almost crashed against a waitress and stumbled over a desk, and when he finally reached his destination, he was sure everyone was staring at him.
2%
Peter all but threw himself to the ground, only being careful of leaving the computer on a steady surface before crawling under the desk and plugging in. He gave it a few tries until it finally clicked, and he heard the comforting noise of his computer charging.
“Uh, that was close”
The voice above him emitted a small chuckle that reminded Peter that he had sprinted across the coffee shop and that was sprawled in the floor, under a table which was occupied. He wondered if staying there forever, or until the stranger left, would only add to his embarrassment. Peter could already feel his cheeks heating up and a lump on his throat that mean stuttering. Gathering every inch of confidence Peter Parker ever held, he got on his knees and crawled back.
“Yeah, I was doing my last Spanish assignment, and I would have lost the whole thing if the computer shut down” Peter explained as he finally got on his knees. “Sorry for –“
The confidence left as a pile of dust in the wind when he finally saw who was sitting on the desk and where his computer had landed. You were already looking up at him with a small, shy smile, while holding his computer hands and trying not to let it touch your lap, which was covered in whatever was in the now turned over cup on the desk.
“I hope you get a good grade” you said when Peter maintained quiet.
Normally, Peter didn’t do good when a girl was in front of him, unless that girl was MJ or May. Even worse if that girl was cute and had a beautiful smile, that was making Peter’s stomach jump in circles and to his throat. If you add that to having thrown her cup on her lap, and having crawled under her table like a possessed demon, it meant that Peter was no longer a working human being but a ball of anxiety and awkwardness.
“I’m so sorry” Peter rushed suddenly, reaching for the box of napkins on the desk. “I’m so – damn, I didn’t look where I was throwing the computer. I thought – I thought there wasn’t, you know, anything there. This is –“
You barely had time to prop up the computer before Peter was shoving the napkins on your lap, bending down between apologies, and pressing them against the wet patch on your lap. It was hard to interrupt him when he looked at the verge of tears, so you decided to save him from a little embarrassment and said nothing as you held up his computer and he attempted to dry your pants.
Eventually, he decided to follow the wet path with the back lack of pressing his open palm to your right breast. You swore he almost stopped breathing, just looking at you with the most panicked eyes you had ever seen. Instead of throwing him off or screaming at him for being a perv, you just chuckled again.
“I’m Y/N”
Jealous (protective or overprotective)
Peter being Spiderman is protective of you, of course. He’s always worried about something happening because he hasn’t been careful enough into keeping his identity hidden. He makes sure to separate as much as he can his alter ego and you, not wanting you to be involved with anything he has to deal with.
But that’s not the kind of protectiveness we’re talking about.
On the contrary of what people think, Peter Parker is a bit jealous. He tries not to let it show, but he’s like an opening book. If someone gets too close to you, and he sees that they’re just a bit too nice, the pout appears on his mouth. He stares from afar with his arms crossed and furrowing his eyebrows, not doing anything. But no matter how many times he promises himself that you know how to handle things and that you love him; eventually, he just gravitates.
He appears by your side eventually, as if he was a magnet. He doesn’t touch you or say anything, just stands by you looking miserable. If anything, the only thing he manages to you is to grab the end of you tee or the hem of your trousers, listening to the stranger talk.
If they get too aggressive or it’s obvious that you’re not comfortable, he doesn’t have any problem is stepping in and walk away with you, giving glares to who he left behind. If not, Peter will just stay glued to you until they left. And then clingy Peter is awaiting with a whole lot of cuddles and kisses.
Kisses
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Love (who says it first, how many times)
Look into Feelings
Memory (favourite memory together)
Peter groaned deeply as the annoying sound of the alarm filled the peaceful silence of the morning. He had been awake for a while, just laying with his eyes closed and enjoying the only time of the day his senses were asleep. That was why, when he reached for the alarm clock, his finger didn’t made contact with the hard surface, but with soft skin.
He opened his eyes, startled for a moment, to be met with your scrunching face. You said something in your sleep and battled his hand away, turning your head towards him and relaxing your face again.
Memories of last night, when you had stayed over for the first time ever and he had, finally, taken the step, took over him. He made sure it hadn’t been all a dream by lifting the covers and looking at his naked body. A smug smile broke into his face and he had to press his hand against his mouth not to giggle out loud.
After almost a year of dating, he had gathered the courage to ask you to spend the night with him. May was out of town and you had been studying until late; with the excuse of being Friday, he had asked you to stay. And one thing had led to another, and now he was waking up with you by his side.
It felt as if his heart was finally mending itself, all the hurt he had received through the years disappearing, making room for the utter and pure love he felt for your sleeping form beside him.
“Stop staring” you muttered, and opened one eye. “It’s creepy”
“Oh” Peter felt his cheeks reddening. “Oh, I didn’t – I’m sorry, uh, I just… I’m sorry, I –“
“I was joking” you chuckled, and turned on your side so you were facing him. You smiled lazily, and he hesitantly returned it. “Mh”
“W-what?”
His insecurities rose up when you just stared at him, not saying anything. Even if you had assured him last night multiple times you wanted it too, he had a hard time believing it was really happening to him; so he was ready for rejection.
“Didn’t think someone could be so handsome in the morning” you said, already drifting off sleep again. You missed how Peter chocked on air and his eyes widened until they almost fell out of its pockets. But you weren’t finished. “Didn’ think I could love someone as much as I l’uv you”
You words were slurred and not even a second later you were asleep again, the morning sun that was seeping through the window not bothering you. Peter actually had to remind himself to breath. All the guilt he had felt for forgetting to turn off the daily alarm last night dissolved when he thought what he got in return. Without thinking much, he bent down and pressed his lips against your forehead.
Peter laid back and closed his eyes too, pulling you close with a smile on his face that wouldn’t go away soon.
NO (something they won’t do in your relationship)
There are the typical things we all know Peter Parker wouldn’t do in a relationship, because he’s a gentleman and a sweetheart. Wouldn’t do anything he thought you wouldn’t like, wouldn’t force you into doing anything he likes, or wouldn’t ever make you stay with him if you were uncomfortable with his identity.
But if there’s something he refuse to do, is to go to your apartment after Spiderman. Even though you understand you’re not equipped to take care of him if he’s hurt, as much as Tony is, there are times when patrol goes smoothly and still he doesn’t end in your apartment.
You face him a few times and the answer is always the same; that he left his backpack on alley that was too far from your home, that he was hurt and needed Tony to help him, or simply that he wanted to check the suit in the Stark Tower. The truth is, Peter is afraid of leading some bad guys to your place; and even when you live together, he makes sure to change in an alley on the other side of town and enter in a different building, in case he’s being followed.
It started when May’s apartment was broken into a few years ago, when neither of them were there. Someone destroyed almost all of their things and moved all the furniture, not stealing anything. Peter had been thankful that he had carried his suit on his backpack, but he still knew why it had happened. May knew it too, so she decided to let Tony take care of the security.
From then, he’s afraid that something bad will happen to you if Spiderman’s is seen in your block. He goes through great lengths to avoid it, and if it means keeping you safe, he’ll walk a few hours more.
Orange (favourite colour and why)
It’s quite obvious, but Peter has three favourite colours. Red and blue are the ones people think about when they ask him this question. But his other favourite colour, less known, is gold.
It reminds him of the day he was saved by Iron Man when he was a kid, how everything he saw was a flash of red and gold who praised him and left. Since then, he had had an obsession with shiny things, and when Tony gave him the new iron spider suit, he swore he could faint.
Gold is also the colour Queens has when the sun is going down, when he’s sitting in the tallest rooftop, watching the view above. It reminds him of happy places, where the world was safe and the only thing Spiderman was needs for was to walk old ladies across the street and rescue lost cats.
There is one special memory that he loves about this colour. When he came back from the snap, he felt like he wasn’t himself. He didn’t sleep, he couldn’t keep up with school and he was reckless when it came to patrolling. Tony’s death haunted him every step he took, so he turned away from everyone and everything.
After a heated argument with you, when you ambushed him in his apartment since he had been avoiding you for two weeks, you decided to take a break. He hadn’t expected it – and it left him crushed; but he didn’t do anything to solve it. For a few days, it was like that, until a patrol gone wrong put him into a hospital bed. He woke up with May, Pepper, Happy, Ned and you watching over him worriedly; so he broke. Peter told you everything he had felt since the snap, how he felt misplaced in a world that had gone without him – even though you were snapped too – and how he couldn’t sleep because he was afraid of the dark.
That night, he was released from the hospital, he went to his bedroom, ready for another sleepless night, when he found a box on the bed.
I’m sorry for not asking you how you were doing sooner. Call me when you’re ready to talk. Luv u.
Peter opened it with wet eyes and discovered a small, star-shaped night light that emitted a low gold glow when it was turned on. Peter didn’t make the same mistake twice – and when he recovered from the emotional tears, he called you and invited you over.
Since then, the gold light was resting on his nightstand, reminding him that no matter how dark the day was, you were there always.
Parents (how is their relationship with your parents)
At the beginning, is bad. Even though Peter tries his best to impress your parents, everything that can go wrong in the first meeting happens.
Your parents were waiting for you in your porch when Peter and you appeared in the driveway in his car. He had refused to take one of Tony’s care, wanting to show your parents how he was able to provide for himself; and it lead to a disaster. The boy was nervous enough to care about his strength, so when he stumbled to your door to open it for you, he ripped it off its hinges. Peter held the piece of metal for a few agonising seconds until your father asked if you had really travelled in that car.  Peter tried to explain how it hadn’t been dangerous, with the door in his hand until you put a hand on his shoulder, and gave him a soft smile.
Once inside, Peter stuttered, sweat, and rambled during lunch, almost blurting out every secret he had. He threw his fork two times because of how bad his hands shook and called your mother ‘sir’ when he thanked her for the food. She ended up thinking he was adorable and chuckled, but your father was a different story.
It took him a few years to finally accept Peter, who every time he saw your father paled and searched for your hand.
Quirks (worst habit they have)
It doesn’t matter how many times you, May, Tony or even Ned tell him, Peter is unable to quit and you’re sure he doesn’t even try anymore.
You noticed for the first time when you were laying on his right, cuddling him as he tried to study. In an attempt to distract him, you grabbed his hand and started playing with him, and discovered that the skin around his fingers was raw. He tried to brush it off saying that it wasn’t that bad, but from that moment on you notice how Peter has too often one of his hands on his mouth, munching on his fingers as if they were a gum.
He does it because he’s always nervous, and because he used to do it with his lips and ended up with some serious problems. You try to stop him as much as you can, but he always manages to sneak a few seconds from your gaze and you catch him biting his thumb while looking into the nothing.
Romantic (little details or non-verbal ways of saying I love you)
Look into Feelings
Sad (how does he cheer you up)
Peter hurts with you. You remember how he told Tony that if May panics he freaks out too? Well, it’s the same.
Highschool can be stressing sometimes, and everyone breaks down because of it eventually. So when Peter opens the door of his apartment one day to you looking miserable, his day crumbles too. He looks at your wet eyes and the only thing he can think of is trying to get you not to cry, by repeating ‘please don’t, please don’t cry’ while tearing up himself. You end up breaking down on the door of his apartment and Peter hugs you without closing it, making some of the neighbours peek out of their own.
When you’re upset, he will cancel anything he has planned, even lab sessions with Iron Man. It’s not like he’ll just drop everything for you – but that’s exactly how it is.
About cheering you up, Peter tries his best to make you happy again with whatever you like, from watching a movie covered in blankets in the couch or dressing up and walking around the city.
Trickster (jokes, pranks…)
Pranks are not his style, because he always feels too bad about them after. Sometimes, he’ll pull a little one on you after overthinking for too long if you would be upset for it. Jokes, however, are a different story.
With just looking at him for more than two seconds, you already know Peter Parker is a dork. He wears t-shirts with science puns and tells the worst jokes on the world. He’ll be sitting in the canteen with Ned, MJ and you and he’ll just blurt something like ‘you know, I might make some horrible science puns, but only periodically’. There is a rank of Peter’s worst science puns that you’re doing with Ned, trying to figure out how long will it go until he stop.
Underestimated (what surprised him the most about you?)
- honestly, I can’t write about this because Peter Parker thinks you have put the sun on the sky and adores you for everything you do, no matter how small it is -
Vaunt (how much do they show you off?)
Too much, but no one can be angry at him, because he does it without noticing. It’s not the typical ‘hey look, that’s my girl and she’s the most beautiful one’. More like ‘I did a test today and Y/N smashed it’.
May had endured enough dinners with him to know he was whipped since the moment he crawled under your desk that day in the coffee shop. Even though he thought he would die while telling her, he spent a good hour describing every little detail of your face and admiring how nice and cool you were. Since always, Peter Parker has rambled his way out of conversations, so he keeps doing it; but just with you.
He could be talking about how he saw a shell at the beach and gave it to you for hours, explaining why and how. If you’re into some club – sports, robotics, decathlon – Peter will be always the first one to be there, on the first row with a bright smile and hands on his lap. Your classmates always tease you because he looks like a excited puppy watching his owner.
If there was a peak of Peter showing you off, was the day of homecoming. It didn’t matter if you wore a fancy dress or some plain pants; he’s shaking with excitement the whole way there, barely keeping his eyes off you. And when you’re in line for the photo, you bet he did the iconic Will Smith pose with his wife, opening his arms and just pointing at you, as if you were the most shinny star in the sky.
Wedding (do they want one and how they want it)
Peter’s decision to marry you wasn’t something planned, as mostly everything that happens on his life. Of course, he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and that he loved you no matter what, but a wedding was something… not important for him.
That’s until you’re close to finishing college and Peter is hit by the idea of marrying you. Probably, it’s May who puts the idea there, after talking to him about it for ages; but he had always been good at ignoring her. Until you’re sitting on your shared apartment’s couch trying to find something appropriate to wear for your graduation. Peter still has another year in college, since the degree he’s in is a bit longer than yours, so he’s just sitting cross legged and looking at the options you’re showing him.
As much as it pains him, you don’t have enough money to afford a expensive dress, neither you want the help of Pepper Potts, who have threatened to leave an envelop with the money on your mailbox. That’s why you are looking in some second-hand online shop for something cute; and that’s why you see the weeding dress. There are a lot of clothes there, from pyjamas to some erotic underwear, but Peter only has eyes for the dress.
You click on it as a joke, telling him that if you find nothing you wouldn’t mind wearing it. From that moment, Peter can only imagine you wearing that dress and walking down the aisle, with a bouquet of flowers and probably sneakers. He can’t count how many nights he spent looking at the ceiling with a goofy smile on his face, imagining how all of it would be.
So, on the day of your graduation, without any more plans than just the ring on his left pocket, he bent down and popped the question, forgetting to give you the ring until a few hours later.
XX (something you’re the only one to know)
It hurts him to no end that you know it, but there is nothing he can do. You know about his weakness, about his nightmares and about how he can’t sleep when all the lights are out. You knew about his secret the first, about the real version of his trip to Germany and about everything he did on patrols. He had never kept secrets from you; except one, that got discovered on fateful day.
Peter, at your persistence, was teaching you how to put up a computer in his room, guiding you through the steps and not interfering unless it was necessary. He had been sitting on his bed while you were occupying the desk, casually scrolling through his phone while you worked.
It came one point when you needed a part that was on the other side of the room, and since you were holding the thing together, you couldn’t move. You asked Peter to bring it to you and he got up, not missing a beat. What he didn’t expect was the horrendous monster that was resting on it.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise – those things came from the trash, and in there animals were very common. But when Peter faced the spider, he was surprised. So surprised, that he screamed and jumped away, sticking itself to the ceiling in a second.
You turned around in time to see how the poor thing, scared by Peter’s noise, had crawled away. With the back luck to find the wall and deciding to move upwards. You almost laughed when Peter stumbled to the ground in his way away from the spider.
For a week, you kept reminding him how he didn’t hesitate in crawling out the window and leaving you there to kill the spider, finding him thirty minutes later on the top of the building. And he hates it, so much, that you know that Spiderman is afraid of spiders.
You (they talk about you)
Peter was sitting on the familiar grass like every Saturday of every month, his arms wrapped around his knees and a bouquet of flowers on his right. The chilly air of October made him look at the clock once more. Even though it was getting late, Peter looked back to the front and smiled again, returning his line of speech.
“Y/N is, uh – she is, everything you told me. When you talked about Mss Pott, you had this special look in your eyes, and I guess I have the same. You told me that… after Liz and I broke up, you told me that there was someone there for me. I think – Mr Stark, I know she’s the one. She has this – this laugh, it’s so, so beautiful. The best sound I’ve ever heard! She’s just, beautiful, and she’s with me, which is quite amazing. And, she isn’t freaked out by, you know, the whole spider thing – honestly, I think she would support me even if I quit, you know”
He stopped himself and wondered, once more, if the man in front of him would be disappointed with what he was about to say; but only found Mr Stark kind eyes and encouraging smile, and he knew he was taking the right decision.
“I’m thinking about quitting. For a while. I mean, Spiderman would still save the neighbours, you know? But just – sometimes. When needed, not on daily patrols” Peter explained, noticing how there was a familiar, circular weight on his pocket. “I’m gonna ask her to marry me. I know I said I didn’t want family, that we’re too young. But – we’re finishing college, and I don’t want to imagine a world where she’s not besides me… So, tonight, I have everything planned. I hope it goes better than the plan in Europe”
Peter knew his plans didn’t always go like planned. He had thought about it multiple times, and still he had his doubts if it was the right moment, or the right decision. The wind picked up in the lonely cemetery and Peter smiled, feeling as if Tony was really there with him.
“May says Ben would be proud of me, and Pepper says that the proposal would have been a disaster if you were alive, because you would have talked me into doing something really dumb” he chuckled, and looked at the flowers. It was time to go. “I hope she says yes, Mr Stark. I really hope so”
With a last, treacherous tear that always managed to escape, Peter got up and touched for the last time the cold stone of the grave.
Zzz (how do you sleep; probably include a visual)
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Crazy
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Platonic! Peter Parker x Reader
Word Count: 1115
Being the younger members of the team you, Wanda, and Peter had to stick together to survive the teasing. Everyone else on the team acted like you were incapable of working because of your age. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for the three of you to be found complaining about how much they all baby you. It was like having five more parents!
Wanda definitely got the short end of the stick in the friendship. She quickly became the mother of your friend group, constantly trying to save you and Peter from yourselves. She acted like she hated but you knew your girlfriend secretly loved your antics.
“Hey Pete!” You called, “do you think I could land this jump?”
The two of you were currently hanging out on the roof of the garage. It was really only a two story drop and you train for stuff like that all the time. Just because Tony wouldn’t let you go on missions didn’t mean you didn’t make sure you were always ready for one.
“I’d say you could,” Peter egged you on.
“Watch this!” You yelled as you took a running start. You would’ve landed it too, had Wanda not distracted you by yelling at you to stop. You rolled as your feet hit the ground, your shoulder taking the brunt of the impact.
“Y/n! What were you thinking?!” Wanda yells as she runs over to you.
“Babe did you see that! It was awesome!” You get up trying to hide the pain, but Wanda always saw right through you.
“I agree!” Peter yelled from the roof and Wanda glared up at him.
“Get down here,” she tells him and he hops down landing next to you.
“Oh so he can jump, but when I do it I’m crazy?” You argue and Wanda rolls her eyes.
“You don’t have superpowers, love,” she sighs.
xxxxxx
It doesn’t take long for your shoulder to heal. It was only a bruise after all, and soon enough you and Peter were back to your regularly scheduled stupidity.
“I bet I can beat you to the top,” You say to Peter as you’re training. Tony installed a rock wall and you, Peter, and Wanda think it’s his best idea yet.
“You’re on!” Peter agrees and you smirk at him.
“Hey guys? Maybe that’s not the best idea,” Wanda tries.
“It’ll be fine, babe.”
“Y/n, are you crazy? He’s literally called Spiderman,”
“Yeah, but I have the record on this thing and he’s way too cocky, wish me luck!” you give her a kiss before jogging back towards the wall.
“Good luck,” Wanda sighs and you look at Peter.
“Ready, go!” Peter yells and you both take off. Somehow you’re ahead of him when one of the plastic rocks slips in your hand and falls straight off the wall. You fall and land on your back on the mat.
“Y/n!” you hear Wanda say as you curl in on yourself. That one hurt.
“Hey y/n, can you hear me?” You hear Nat ask and you nod as you start coughing.
“I’m fine,” you say taking Wanda’s hand, “just knocked the wind out of me. Hey do you think I could sue Stark for that?”
“Yeah, she’s fine,” Natasha laughs and you smile up at her.
“Told you, also I was winning! I demand a rematch Parker!”
“You’re on!” He yells as you both move to go back to the wall. You’re stopped by Wanda pulling on your hand.
“I think that’s enough. It’s movie night and I’d prefer not to have it in the med wing,” she says and you can’t help but smile before pulling her into your side and wrapping an arm around her waist.
“Sorry Pete, maybe next time,” you call on your way out
xxxxxx
Today you and Peter had found a boomerang in one of the closets in the compound and you were seeing who could throw it the farthest and still have it come back. Pairing that with Peter’s enhanced strength probably wasn’t wise.
You threw it a good 50 yards before it came back, you were pretty happy with yourself.
“That was nothing,” Peter says and you glare.
“Yeah? Let’s see you do better!” you hand him the boomerang.
“Watch this,” he brags before chucking it and you lose track of it in the sun.
Right at that moment the rest of the team comes up to the two of you and you know this isn’t gonna end well.
“What are you two up to?” Natasha asks suspiciously and you smile as innocently as you can.
“Nothing! Just, uh..hanging out! Yeah we’re hanging out!” Peter rambles and Wanda just shakes her head.
“In the middle of the field?” Tony asks and you wince as you catch sight of the boomerang again.
“Hey, so you should probably duck," you say looking at the fast approaching boomerang and pulling Wanda down with you. Peter hits the dirt and Natasha follows, deciding to ask questions later
“What, wh- OW" Steve cuts himself off as the boomerang nails him in the back of the head.
"That's why,” You mumble standing back up.
“What the hell y/n!” Steve yells.
“Hey! Peter threw it!”
“You told me to!”
“Because you were so sure you could do better than me!”
“Children!” Tony yells and you both freeze.
“In our defense you’re the one who always complains about how our generation never plays outside,” you plead with Steve, “and I did tell you to duck…”
“They’ve got you there, Cap” Tony says and you smile.
“Either way, both of you are grounded.” Steve says and your jaw drops, Peter is in a similar position next to you.
“What? You can’t ground us!” You argue and Natasha glares at you.
“Wanna bet?”
“No,” you instantly back down. Natasha was scary when she wanted to be.
xxxxxx
"Why do you do these things?!" Wanda asks as the two of you walk towards the compound.
"To impress you," you admit quietly and her jaw drops.
“To impress-You know what would impress me at this point?! You staying out of danger for twenty-four hours!" She yells and you sigh.
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Love, you already have me. I care about you way too much to watch you repeatedly hurt yourself and others.”
"Okay Steve is literally a super soldier! That did not hurt him!” Wanda just glares, “but that’s not the point. I promise I’ll try to be more careful.”
“That’s all I ask,” Wanda smiles, placing a kiss on your cheek.
“I love you too, by the way,” you say. Wanda’s smile widens and, damn, you really do love her.
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Petty Chapter 4 (Peter Parker)
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Hi, hope you enjoy this chapter of Petty, I loved writing it! In this chapter, Peter Parker and Reader meet again and bring the two to a point they can’t stand each other. I don’t own this gif, credit goes to the creator.
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Peter Parker x Reader  Warnings: cursing and slight violence Word Count: 1.7k
You were stuck on that day, rethinking everything after your cousin had passed out. You didn’t even know what to do now, with Peter glaring at you, every chance he had. You felt guilty even more than possible, but you were trying to convince yourself not to be. It was just something you couldn’t hold back. You would tell yourself, “Peter deserves it, don’t worry” but that never worked out. You groaned at yourself, shaking your head. It all made you feel stupid now, compared to how you did that because you thought Peter was dumb.
Mandy refused to talk to you now. You were alright with it, knowing she would probably drive to your home in the middle of the night to randomly take you out to roller-skate. It was something she always did to you, whenever your actions affected her in a negative way. Whenever she did something like that to you, she’d apologize by taking you out roller skating as well. It was a fun tradition to end a feud.
Your mom was disappointed in both you and Mandy. She wouldn’t have known about it in the first place if Mandy managed to shut up. Your mom would just stare at you at dinner now, instead of talk about things, something that made you feel even worse and more uncomfortable. Your mom was one of your best friends, so it was off putting whenever she was in the same room as you now.
You scrunched your face up, remembering how she muttered his name at you before you left for school this morning. “Peter Parker…” Something you would usually scoff at but now you’d want to throw things everywhere and cry at the same time. He still pissed you off, no matter what. But that guilt was immense.
You would just pass him through the hallways. Something that was usually normal, but now intense. He’d glare at you, slam his fist into a locker, but never made any action to just talk to you. It wasn’t something you’d expect from a superhero, and it made you think. Were you his villain of high school? You cringed at the thought, but then you sighed. Were you the villain of your own story as well? Was Peter the villain? Nothing made sense, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
If you were a villain, you were at best a shitty D-list one.
You could have kept quiet about everything. Something that sounds so easy, but it just poured out of you, like you were in a Shakespearean parody. The antagonist villain is always defeated in movies now. But Peter made no play against you. Nothing to take revenge against you.
That just made you feel more guilty. If he did do something, you would somehow theorize and conclude that what you did to him was just. At the same time, you couldn’t just say “Sorry, you’re probably going to be held back.” As well as, “Sorry my cousin blackmailed you.”
By the time you reached your locker, you sighed in relief. He wasn’t here for some reason. He was usually in this hallway, just staring at you, but this morning he wasn’t. You opened your locker, glancing inside to look for your notes for history, but frowned in confusing. Nothing was there. At all, it was just completely empty.
You felt a dread of anxiety pulse through you. You needed those notes for history today, it was important. It was the pre-exam, and without those notes today, you would be fucked. Some stupid test to make sure you knew everything before the actual exam, but the teacher graded it as well. It was worth 10% and without it, you cringed at just thinking of the score.
You shoved yourself more into the locker, just pushing your head in to see better, as if you were hallucinating. You glanced at the top of your locker, furrowing your eyebrows when you saw a paper tapped on it. You pushed yourself out, ignoring people’s looks and stares at you, ripping the paper out. You clutched it hard, slamming your locker shut, and pushed your back against it.
You opened the paper quickly, ignoring the tape falling to the floor. You squinted, reading it over again. “Music room in 10 minutes.” What the fuck? You crumpled it, shoving it deep down in your pocket, glancing down the hallway. Class started in thirty minutes, so you had time. You knew it was Parker, definitely.
The music room was huge. Last year the school decided to tear down the wall into another classroom, to expand the music room. It acted as a small assembly room sometimes, but normally it was just for music. You walked down the hall, feeling nervous as you started to turn the corner to enter the room.
People smiled at you, greeting you as they usually did in the hallway, but you didn’t respond. You were too nervous, wondering what would happen. You trembled, setting your hand on the doorknob. You shook your head at yourself, slightly scoffing. Like he would do anything on schoolgrounds right? Before you could open the door though, someone from the inside did.
You let go of the doorknob, surprised. No one walked out, so you pumped yourself up for half a second, before stepping in. You cleared your throat slightly, glancing to whoever opened the door. You knitted your eyebrows, not seeing anyone.
“You need to fix my grades.” You jumped at his voice, spinning around in panic. Peter stepped forward, and you wanted to groan at him. He was in his Spiderman costume again, something you just didn’t agree with, seeing as how he was at school, and now with people just outside the room. You tilted back, hitting the door slightly to close it.
“I can’t! And stop- you’re being dumb” You paused, waving your hands out in front of you, just more concerned that his identity would be completely revealed, “Stop that shit.” You pushed out, finishing your sentence.
Peter shook his head back at you, glancing down to his suit. He didn’t have his mask on either. He pushed out a few hours before school, doing an extra shift around the neighborhood, knowing crime rates had gone up in the past month. “I need you to change them back!” He retorted, letting his anger get to him.
He couldn’t believe you were the reason that he was failing a fucking English class. “I don’t understand why you even did it in the first place! Are you just a bad person? That enjoys seeing others like this?” He ranted again, stepping closer to you. He pushed out a plastic bag he was carrying, filled with your notes and objects from your locker. He dropped it between the two of you.
“Peter…” You trailed off, staring down at the bag. “It’s just- I thought it was dumb, that essay you wrote. I know you’re Spiderman and it’s supposed to be a secret, but when you go and write about Spiderman? No, that’s just not safe. I was just pissed off that’s all?” You ended your weirdly apologetic statement with a questioning tone.
Peter stared at you in astonishment. “It’s dumb?” He repeated, throwing his hands up in irritation and anger. You raised your eyebrows back at him, nodding. “As well as you just fucking flying into the school! You know how many times you could have been caught? And what the fuck is that name?” You ranted back, as if feeling his anger flow into you.
Peter felt himself stutter in anger back at you, as the two of you got even closer to each other. “The name? Spiderman? Fuck- I’m sorry that name bothers you to the point you illegally ruin my chances of graduating! You’re such a fucking bitch!” His words came spitting harshly at you, making you shake your head quickly.
“I’m a bitch? Please, what should my superhero name be? Dog-Girl? What’s my superpower, barking?” You scoffed back sarcastically.
You just then realized how close he was. You blinked back at him, feeling heat rush to your face from his closeness and anger. You two were close enough to just almost breathe in the other. It made you have a weird reflection, knowing you probably shouldn’t be arguing with him now. You sighed lightly, watching as Peter shivered at the feeling hitting his neck.
At the same time, you two stepped far back from each other. He glanced down at the plastic bag again, frowning at it. “Since you fucked up my grades, enjoy this fucking gift, Dog-girl.” He muttered, raising his hand to the bag, and activated his web-shooter.
In an instant he shot it out, watching as the solution sprayed itself across your items, “No!” You shouted out, watching as it melted itself into everything, attaching to the floor. You scoffed back up to Peter, rolling your eyes. You needed those notes for history, it was the only thing that could save you today.
Peter felt his heart drop at his actions. It was just a moment of anger, but he could see the pure feeling of lost on your face. Even if it was just for a history class, he felt guilty. Even the people he didn’t like, for example, Flash, wouldn’t have done that. It was just like you did to him though, he didn’t know how to feel now. The two of you stood in silence, until you spoke up.
You licked your lips, squeezing your eyes closed. “You know superheroes have an unspoken rule of hierarchy. Something everyone knows, it’s common sense. Iron-Man would be at the top, something everyone can agree on. He- he almost is seen as an angel, someone who has wings that can cover the whole world in one swoop.” You paused.
“And you? You’re nowhere near him. The only thing that might connect you two, is that your wings are the size of a chicken’s, never going to be able to fly, watching him in envy. You’re never going to amount to anything Tony Stark does.”
Peter didn’t know what to think about other than your words the rest of the day. It burned, stung into him, as if an actual spider had bit him. Even though it was funny that you compared him to a chicken and the wings, he knew that your words held a truth to them. He didn’t know if he could live up to anything of his mentor and father figure.
But at the same time, he’ll die trying.
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one-spidey-boii · 4 years
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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch three
read ch two here
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an; heya, happy friday. :)
**italics indicates flashback**
warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!
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edie's pov
pulling up to the compound is nerve-wracking, to say the least. this place is the home of so many valuable items and pieces of technology. to be put in charge of those things is something i don't take lightly. i just hope to make tony proud.
we pull into the underground garage and he helps me take my bags out of the backseat. he goes to pick up my weapons bag and stumbles when he lifts it.
"oh- damn. this thing is heavy. what do you have in here? rocks?" he questions with a chuckle to throw me off the obvious fact he’s struggling. i grab the bag from him and sling it around my shoulder with ease.
"it's just all of my knives, a few throwing stars, my suit, some-" i begin to say but he cuts me off.
"okay okay, stop that. it was rhetorical. get in the building." he leads me to the fingerprint password protected door. "give me your thumb." he demands.
i stretch my hand out to him as he grabs my thumb and presses it against the touchscreen pad that was next to the door. after touching a few buttons and scanning my thumb, he continues, "there ya go. you now have access to almost every room in the compound. don't be stupid with it." he pointes a finger at me playfully.
with that i nod and follow him into the compound and up the stairs that take us to the main level. he gives me a quick tour of the place and makes a point to remind me of all the things i'm not allowed to touch.
finally, we stop in front of a cream-colored door and he turns around to face me.
"here's your room. do with it what you want," he says with a smile and steps out of my way. i open the door to a completely white room with white walls and bedspread and curtains and-
"i figured i'd leave you a blank slate so that you could...i don't know, be creative?" he explains, "okay, see ya. i'll give you a holler when the kid gets here."
peter's pov
aunt may had just finished hugging me to death when i hear a honk from the street below us. i squirm away from her arms and grab her hands.
"may, i gotta go now. i'll see you soon." i say with a sad smile, knowing she’ll be miserable wondering if i’m okay every second of the day. she nods at me and mouthes 'i love you' as i slip out the apartment door.
happy sits in the car, anxious to get going as i scramble to get everything in the trunk. i slam it shut and make my way to the passenger seat. as soon as i grab the handle, the door locks and happy gave me a stern look as he rolls the window down to speak.
"no way, in the back," he says as he nods to the back seat with his head. i try to argue but he’s already rolling the window back up. i groan while hopping into the back seat and put my headphones in before resting my head against the window.
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once we reach the compound, happy parks the car and begins to make his way to the door, leaving me to get all my bags. he tells me to hurry up with a small smile on his face, which tells me he’s just messing with me.
he still makes me carry it all myself though.
i practically trip in the doorway and all my things fall to the ground. mr. stark appears in front of me with a smug look and his arms behind his back.
"glad you could make it, parker. don't worry about the bags, happy will get them," he says as he turns and begins walking away. i notice happy out of the corner of my eye and stick my tongue out at him teasingly. he gives me a dirty look.
mr. stark pulls me out of my antics as he clears his throat. i whirl around to look at him and offer a sheepish smile.
"okay, kid. let's get down to business," he says but before he can continue, i rush to speak, unable to contain myself anymore.
"where should i sleep? do you even want me to sleep? considering i have to be alert to take out the bad guys? hey, can i bring my friend ned over some time? or could i get a dog? it's probably gonna get a little lonely here." i spew out with one big breath.
mr. stark gives me a weird stare before a look of realization crosses his face. "oh. oh. i didn't tell you, did i?" he asks as if he's surprised he let this information slip his mind. i cock my head at him as a sign to continue.
"you're not doing this alone. i recruited someone else to stay here too," he says with a serious face. my own face falls at his words. of course he didn't trust me enough to leave me here alone. he probably got some old person friend to keep an eye on me and tell me what to do. i have to admit though, the idea of not having to be here for three months all by myself is kinda nice.
"hey now, don't jump to conclusions. it's not some old person." he continues on with a smirk. i swear he can read minds. i walk over to the couch and throw myself onto it face first. "in fact, i think you might like her. wolfie, come on in." he calls through the room.
my ears perk at the sound of my best friend's nickname, but immediately push it aside when i remember she left for that summer camp this morning. and she also isn't the type of person tony stark would ask to protect his compound. i don't even think he knows who she is.
soft footsteps make their way into the living room, along with an off-key voice singing the spiderman theme song. i raise my head off the couch to catch a glance at the owner of the poor singing voice.
"spiderman, spiderman, does what ever a spid- peter?"
oh shit.
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edie's pov.
hell no. no part of my body is willing to accept what i am witnessing in front of me. not only am i pissed off that i've never been told about this not-so-little secret—the one that means my best friend is the spiderman- but this bitch decided to lie to me about this whole entire summer, thinking he could just 'go on vacation.'
"what the heck, edie?" peter yells as he flings himself up from the couch. "this isn't summer camp! what are you doing here?" he asks while flailing his arms in the air.
his angry face is a shock to me. i’ve never seen my best friend get so worked up about anything before. it takes me a second before i can regain my composure. and then i just get mad.
"me? what are you doing here, parker?" i shout back at him with the same amount of energy and annoyance. i take a few steps into the room and towards him before a hand is placed on my shoulder.
"okay, yeah, i know that look. why don't you stop right there, kid." tony says as he steps in between peter and i.
"sorry, mr. stark." i say in complete unison with another voice. my head snaps back to peter and my mouth falls open in disbelief.
"hey, hey, hey, he was talking to me." i say with a pointed finger at peter's chest.
"no. no, no. he calls me kid." he replies with a pout.
tony rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, "you're both children, especially at this very moment. there, are you happy?"
peter and i look at each other with fire in our eyes. his expression falters for a second before he regains his anger. i try to search for what the other emotion was, but can't find anything behind his stern gaze.
"let's just take a seat, okay? how about that?" tony continues and leads us to the couch.
i plop myself onto the couch with a huff and cross my arms over my chest. peter sits down on the complete opposite end, mirroring my expression. tony takes a seat on the coffee table in front of us.
"i really thought you guys would be more excited, seeing as you are best friends." tony says with a smirk.
peter looks at me and back at tony, "wait you knew that we know each other?" he says and straightens his posture a little bit.
"clearly you guys don't know each other as well as you thought." tony snickers, "listen, you're both here for a reason. hash it out and come find me later."
with that he stands up, gives us each a pat on the head and strolls off to who knows where.
peter and i both watch him walk away, focusing on mr. stark's retreating frame for as long as we can before it turns weird. i slowly shift my head to face forward, too stubborn to make the first move. and of course, peter being the good guy he is, begins to talk.
"what's going on, e?" he asks softly. i keep my gaze forward and fiddle with my fingers. he turns his body to face mine and waits for an answer.
this was all just a big clusterfuck. i'm furious with peter. for lying and for feeling like he can't tell me something so important to him. but i'm one to talk, i guess. how can i be mad when i've done the exact same thing to him?
i'm pulled out of my thoughts when peter's finger pokes me on the side of my face. i swat his hand away and force myself to look at him.
"i'm sorry." i whisper.
peter softens at that and returns my gesture, "me too."
after a few seconds, i continue, "who knew my best friend was the amazing spiderman?" i say with a small chuckle. he gives me a smile and shrugs his shoulders.
"i guess i am pretty amazing." he gloats. we both laugh and then return to silence.
i know he's going to ask about me and what capabilities i have that make me worthy of being here. to be honest, i’ve always been confident in my abilities, until now. we all know why peter is here. he has heightened reflexes and healing. he can shoot actual webs from his fancy wrist bands and scale buildings and swing from place to place.
i, however, can do none of those superhuman things. i'm just good at throwing sharp objects. but if that's enough for tony stark to take me under his wing then i guess i have nothing to worry about. right?
i decide to answer the question looming over his head and stand up from the couch. i stick out my hand for him to take and gesture for him to get up.
"wanna see some of my tricks?" i chirp. he smiles and takes my hand.
but before we can go anywhere, i grab his arm and flip his body over my head, making him slap the ground hard with his back. he lands with a grunt and looks up at me with shock. i double over with laughter and poke fun at the flustered boy.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry. let me help you up." i choke out between laughs and grab his outstretched hand. with one heave i pull him up onto his feet with ease, which seemed to surprise him more.
"you're...weirdly strong," he comments with an uneasy look on his face. i just shrug and turn to go grab my goodie bag from my room.
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peter's pov.
i find myself standing in the training room, practicing my dodges and agility as i wait for edie to come back with her things. i'm trying to keep my head clear and thoughts open.
i have to admit, all of this is just a tad overwhelming. figuring out i'm not going to be here alone, and the person i'm going to be spending my summer with is my best friend— who is badass enough to flip me over her shoulder? i mean, i knew she was great, but this is, well, unexpected.
as far as the lies go, there's nothing i can do about that. i’m calling it all even at this point.
footsteps enter the room and stop abruptly. "why are you wearing your suit?" a voice sounds off behind me.
i flip around and stare at edie, who is dressed in workout clothes. i glance down at myself and shrug playfully.
"it's the first time you get to see spiderman and know who's underneath the mask." i say as i do a princess twirl in front of her. "where's your fancy getup?"
she huffs and drops a bag onto the ground with a loud thud. with curiosity taking over my thoughts, i walk over to her and poke around at her bag.
"hey, what's in here-? ow!" i exclaim as i rub the back of my head. "why'd you do that?"
"i'll put my suit on if you stop trying to touch my stuff." edie responds as she tries to hide a smile.
i flop onto my back and nod, albeit a little defeated. she rustles around in her bag before leaving the room.
i stare at the ceiling, sprawled out across the floor. i can't help but smile to myself at the thought of this summer. staying in the avengers compound with edie is something i could have never thought up myself. yet here we are, feeling all happy and cheesy like a bad movie.
"okay, parker. let's do this."
i push myself to my feet and almost choke when i see edie standing in front of me. the suit she has on is completely black and slim-fitting and she looks good. i can only dream that that's how i look in my suit. like that, but yanno, manly.
then it dawns on me. i've seen a girl in this suit before. the other night, with those three guys. and she kicked their assess. i have to admit, i'm even more proud to call her my best friend after seeing that.
"so you're the knife girl, huh?" i tease. she mocks me with a laugh and in an instant, she's pulling two knives out of her waistband and chucks one at me with no hesitation.
i shoot a web up to the rafters in the ceiling and swing out of the way of her attack.
"ha ha. missed me, missed me, now you gotta ki- woah!" i try to tease her but she's already flinging her second knife at me. with a last-minute dodge, i turn around to see the knife an inch from my head.
"if i wanted to hit you, i would have." edie taunts with a smirk.
i smile at the girl on the ground below me, thankful she can't see my giddy face underneath the mask. i hop down to her level and cross my arms, "so you obviously don't like 'knife girl'. do you even have a cool superhero name, wolfie?"
she seems to be stuck in thought for a moment before answering me with a shrug, "i'm sure i can come up with something better than spiderman."
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fanficimagery · 4 years
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Mimic.
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Relationship: Peter/Reader Words: 5, 287 Warnings: none. just a cuss word or two. Tags: Fluff and humor.
Imagine working alongside the Avengers and finding out your schoolmate is SpiderMan. The friendship quickly blossoms and you even wrangle Peter and Ned into matching costumes for Halloween.
Sitting in your last class of the day, you work easily as you piece together a video for an upcoming project Mr. Berman had assigned the class. He had preferred that his students piece together clips of their personal lives, but you weren't keen to let any of your fellow peers get that close of a look at your private life. So after a brief, yet tense, conversation with the teacher after class one day, he agreed to let you piece together whatever video you could come up with.
Immediately you knew what you wanted to do, downloading certain clips of your favorite movies and TV shows, and setting them to a song that you knew would hit people in the feels. The teacher had been skeptical at first, but when you showed him what you had so far one day, he was surprised to see the emotional aspect that even left his chest aching and wanting to see more.
It's while you're working on the video that your phone vibrates against your thigh, you glancing around to see where the teacher is at before pulling your phone out. And seeing that he's engrossed in his own computer at the front of the class, you slip your phone out to check the text.
From Nat to Y/N: Meet me out front 15 min after the final bell. To Nat from Y/N: Copy that.
Wondering why Nat is picking you up, your mind starts going off in different directions. So knowing you're not going to get any more work done, you download your project to your portable USB drive to work on over the weekend at home or wherever it is Nat and the others decide to take you.
The final bell soon rings to signify the end of the school day and you take your precious time getting to your locker. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone other than your locker neighbor, Ned smiling at you and nodding in greeting.
"Hi, Ned."
"Hey, Y/N. Excited for the weekend?"
You shrug as you put in your combination. "Eh. I'll probably watch Disney films and order in Chinese food."
He smiles. "That sounds like a good time."
"The best." Ned's friend walks up to him and you subtly straighten, friendly smile in place. "Hey, Parker."
"Y/N," Peter grins. "Excited for the weekend?" You and Ned both laugh as Peter frowns. "What'd I miss?"
"Nothing, man. Anyways, lets go. I got that new Lego set we need to start putting together."
Peter's eyes widen as he glances between Ned and you. "W-What? Lego set? Pfft."
You chuckle as you put your backpack inside your locker and make sure your USB drive is safely in your front jean's pocket. "Calm down, Petey. I'm not Flash. I won't think you're a loser if you and your best friend still play with Legos."
Peter looks as if he's going to say something, but his phone pinging stalls him. He reads something on the screen, his smile falling, and Ned sighs. "Postponed until tomorrow?"
Peter smiles sheepishly. "Sorry, Ned."
"No, it's cool." He then turns to you. "Well I guess I'll see you Monday, Y/N."
"Mhm. Laters, Leeds."
Peter scampers off just as you shut your locker, you smiling one last time at Ned as you make your way towards the bathroom. You waste what's left of your time in the bathroom, fixing yourself to look like school hadn't mussed you up. And then when your phone pings yet again with a message from Nat to tell you she's waiting out front, you exit the bathroom.
There are still a handful of students lingering outside and they're all staring at the shiny black car parked by the curb. The windows are tinted too dark to see through, but the car screams money so everyone is interested to see who gets in or out of it.
Groaning quietly, you duck your head and quickly climb inside the car. Then exhaling dramatically once hidden behind the dark tint, you look over to the grinning blonde. "I hate you."
"No you don't."
"Whatever. What's up?"
"Mission came up. James suggested you."
You sigh. "Fine." You settle back into your seat, frowning when Natasha drives in the opposite direction of the Tower. "Umm, where are we going?"
Switching lanes and then picking up speed, the blonde grins. "Airport. We need a private jet, not a quinjet. We need to be as inconspicuous as possible."
"Ahh. Okay."
The ride isn't terribly long and by the time they pull into the airport, you and Nat are giggling about the boy you currently have a crush on.
"I don't see why you don't just make a move," she says, handing off her keys to some individual who's going to park her car. "You're cute and this kid sounds adorable. Go for it!"
"It's not- I can't," you grin, chuckling softly. "I might hang out with superheroes, but I am not confident whatsoever when it comes to boys my age."
"Mhm. Sure."
You nudge her as you walk towards the jet, Nat walking up the stairs before you. Then plopping down on the seat closest to the door, you ask, "Can someone please explain to me, in small words, why I'm being assigned to this mission?"
"...Y/N?"
Your heads whips in the direction of the all too familiar voice, eyes widening. "Petey?!"
"Petey?"
"Shut up, Tony," you're quick to grumble, cheeks tinting red as you nervously cross your arms over your chest. The dawning, smug realization on Tony's face is enough to make you gulp. Then looking back at a completely flabbergasted Peter, you ask, "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
You and Peter continue to stare at one another, Tony, Natasha, Steve, and Bucky glancing between the two of you with amused expressions.
"Are they blushing?" Bucky quietly muses.
Natasha grins. "Totally blushing."
"Quiet, Natalia," you snap, narrowing your eyes at the blonde.
"As hilarious as I'm suddenly finding you two, lets get down to business," Tony says. "Peter is Spiderman and Y/N is Mimic."
"What?!"
"Mimic?"
You glance at Peter's confused expression, briefly concentrating and willing your appearance to shift right before his eyes. Feeling the rippling complete, you grin at your friend. "Mimic." Your voice is now deeper, yet still very much feminine as you take on the appearance of Natasha.
Peter's eyes are wide. "O-oh."
"Yeah." Exhaling softly, you change back to your normal appearance and glance at the other adults on the jet. "So what's up? Who's gonna debrief me?"
"It's fairly easy," Steve says. "We need a fresh face, someone our enemies have no knowledge of, to blend in. We've landed you an invitation to a party, so we need you to slip into the main office and download some programming onto the computer in there."
"Okay. Is there a possibility of combat?"
Bucky shrugs. "Only if you get caught, but you've got this, kid. You've trained with the best in both hand-to-hand combat and weapons."
"Yeah. I know." You plop down on one of the benches along the wall of the jet. "What else should I know?" You can't help but glance at Peter, smiling softly when you realize he's still staring at you. He hesitantly smiles back.
"Just in case things go sideways, Natasha, Peter, Bucky, and I will be on standby," Steve says.
Glancing at Tony then, he winks. "I'm just going along for the ride since it is one of my jets they're using. I'm too recognizable to be out there with you all. That and because it was my idea to bring in the other kid."
"Okay, well what about Nat, Steve, and Bucky? They're all recognizable too."
"We'll have photostatic veils." Natasha shrugs. "But us with the veils can't be seen acting suspiciously. You and Peter are the only ones with fresh faces."
"Whoa, wait, what? I can't show my face!"
"Sure you can," Tony says. "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine."
Peter looks like he wants to argue some more, but you speak up and cut him off. "Where's my folder? I need to read what's expected me while we fly."
"Sure." Steve walks over and hands you one of the files detailing the mission. "Don't read too fast. We're flying overseas. You have a long night ahead of you."
"Awesome," you deadpan.
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Having read over the file front to back and speaking to Steve about what you're to do in case things go sideways, you end up towards the back of the jet with one of Tony's spare laptops sitting on the table in front of you as you work on your class video project.
So engrossed on the screen in front of you, you don't realize someone's taken a seat next to you until your arm is nudged. Turning to your right, you grin softly at a clearly tired Peter and take out the left cordless earbud. "What's up?" You mumble quietly.
"What are you working on?"
"Class project. We were originally supposed to piece together home videos," you say, gesturing to the screen, "but I didn't want people to have that close of a look at what goes on in my life outside of school."
He smirks. "Like the fact that you hang out with Avengers? Or about Mimic?"
"Exactly. So instead I took clips from my favorite movies and TV shows, and placed a song to the scenes."
"Ooh. What song?"
You hand him the earbud you'd taken out with a grin and restart your half finished video for him to watch. "It's called Find You by Ruelle."
Peter settles in and watches what you currently have, and when it's done he glances at you in surprise. "That song is kind of.. hauntingly beautiful?"
"Right?"
"Are you trying to make your classmates cry?"
"Eh. It wasn't my attention, but if they cry at least I know I did a good job."
"Don't worry. You've done an awesome job so far."
Smiling at Peter, you can't help but nudge him in retaliation when his words of praise bring a heat to your cheeks. He knows the effect his words have had you if his twinkling eyes are anything to go by. "Knock it off, Spiderboy."
"Man. SpiderMan."
"Whatever. Wanna watch a movie?"
Peter chuckles and nods. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well since Halloween is just about a week away.." you trail off, saving the progress on your project before closing it out and bringing up your all time favorite Halloween movie.
"Hocus Pocus?" Peter muses. "Aunt May loves this movie."
"Yeah? Well settle in, Petey. We're watching it."
As the opening credits start, you arrange the screen so the both of you can see it perfectly as you lean back in your seat. Then seated back you realize just how close Peter is to you as your biceps are pressed together. He smiles as you lean against each other, earbud in place to hear the movie.
Fifteen minutes in and Peter's gone completely relaxed, his head on your shoulder. You continue to mumble along to the movie- word for word- and lightly smack Peter when he pokes fun at you for knowing the words by heart.
Forty minutes in and your head falls against the top of Peter's. He snuggles in and you smile at the adorableness of it all, and the two of you continue to watch the movie in peace.
You don't know when your eyes slip shut, but they do, and you're only woken back up when a blanket is being tucked around your left shoulder. Sleepily blinking open your eyes, you frown at Natasha. "What-"
"Shh," she quiets you. "We're still en-route. Go back to sleep."
"Okay." You glance to your right and are surprised to find Peter sleeping against you.
Smiling, you let your eyes slip shut once more. "It's him, isn't it?" Your eyes blink back open at Natasha's words. "The boy you like?"
"I-" She grins knowingly and you exhale softly. "It doesn't matter. He's.. Petey. And now that I know he's Spiderman? He's even more out of my league."
"Don't sell yourself short, Y/N." Smiling sadly, you shrug off Nat's words and try not to hurt your own feelings too much by realizing again that you don't have a chance with the cute boy asleep on your shoulder. "And for what it's worth, we're pretty sure he likes you back."
"Why do you say that?"
"Boys with crushes talk. And apparently Peter's talked to Tony. A lot."
"Whatever you say, Nat. Wake me up when we get there."
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The next time Cap tells you a mission is going to be easy as pie, you're going to remind him of this particular mission. Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong, and you're the one who walked away with the most damage. You're grateful your identity will forever remain a secret, but it sucks that you don't have any nifty powers that allow you to heal faster. Instead, you're stuck with your average human healing abilities.
"I hate you guys," you mumble as Bucky carefully lowers you onto the jet bench. "I think my shoulder is dislocated."
"I'll take a look." As Bucky carefully cuts the strap to your dress to leave your left shoulder bare, he tuts at what he sees. "Want me to fix it?"
"If you can. Just give me a moment." Bucky hums, but just as you attempt to calm your breathing he's shoving your arm back into its socket. "SON OF A MOTHERFUCKER!" Tony and Peter enter the jet just as the words leave your mouth, Tony smirking and Peter gaping. "You're such an asshole, Barnes!"
"Language."
"Fuck you, Rogers. I'm a measly human. I heal slowly. I'm allowed all the curse words in the world."
Natasha enters behind Steve, smirking. "Cheer up, buttercup. You held your own perfectly."
"Yeah? Tell that to my shoulder, my stomach, and my face."
Steve hands you an ice pack for your face and you take it with a tight smile. "I'm just gonna head back into the bedroom and change. Do you guys need anything else from me?"
"No. You're good," Steve says. "Good job out there, Mimic."
"Thanks, Cap."
Limping back towards the bedroom, you toss the ice pack down while opening up one of the fancy closets built into the wall. You pull out a sports bra, a racerback tank top, and some cotton shorts. Then quickly changing, hissing through the pain, you settle onto the bed and lay down while icing down the side of your face.
Some time later, after you've managed to sit up and settle against the mountain of pillows, there's a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Peter pokes his head in. "Want some company? The adults are a bore."
Smiling tiredly, you beckon him in. "Sure. Come on in, Petey."
As he enters the room, you perk up when you see he's brought the laptop with him. "Mind if I sit? Mr. Barnes also said to give you these. Said that they're your favorite," he says as he reaches behind him into his pocket.
"Not at all." Peter pulls a package from the back pocket of his jeans and your eyes light up at the Strawberry Sour Punch straws he has. "Oh my god. Bucky might have given you the idea, but since you brought me the candy you're officially my favorite, Parker."
He crawls onto the bed with you, settling at your side with the laptop in his lap and hands you the candy. His fingers drum against the closed lid as he asks, "How are you holding up?"
"I've been better. I can't wait to get home and soak in an ice bath."
"I bet," he chuckles quietly. Silence briefly settles between the two of you before he's talking again. "So.. Mimic, huh?"
"Mhm. And Spiderman. How did that happen?"
"Believe it or not, it was a radioactive spider." You laugh in disbelief, but he assures you it's true. "What about you? Is it only people you can change into or animals too?"
"Just people," you tell him. "I can shift into another person to match them identically or, as you saw for the mission, change my features to whatever is needed and make up a completely new person."
"That's an awesome super power."
You shrug, blushing lightly. "It has its perks."
Peter grins at you and then clears his throat, opening the laptop up in his lap. "So since we saw your Halloween movie, it's only fair we watch mine."
"That's fair." You open the candy, pulling free a sugar coated gummy straw and bite into it. "Want some?"
"In a moment." Peter searches through the movies on the laptop and you're excited to see what he's going to choose. "Okay. Here we go."
He settles back and gets comfortable, reaching to grab a candy from the little plastic tray they came in. "Casper?" You muse. "Nice choice, Petey."
The two of you fall quiet as the movie starts, you immediately leaning against one another. The candy is quickly eaten and brief laughter is heard throughout the room. The part where Kat is on the verge of sleep when Casper is hovering over her, asking quietly can I keep you? comes to pass and you awe out loud.
Hooking your arm through Peter's, you lay your head on his shoulder. "I don't care if he's a ghost. That's so goddamn adorable."
"You're adorable."
Your heart beats triple, but you keep your cheek pressed to Peter's shoulder to avoid looking at him. "Shush, you."
He chuckles quietly, but does as he's told.
Casper gets turned into a real boy for the final dance of the Halloween party inside Kat's home and Peter smiles as you quietly squeal. The infamous words, can I keep you?, are spoken yet again and Peter can't help but laugh out loud at your reaction.
"Don't shame me. It's so freakin' cute!"
"If you say so."
You and Peter keep the movies Halloween themed up until the fourth movie, you switching it up and putting on UP.
"I love this movie so much."
By now you're laying down, practically draped over Peter's chest. You had originally thought it'd be weird, but Peter went with the flow and tucked one arm behind his head while the other traced random patterns on your back.
"It's great, but the beginning is just so sad for an animated movie."
You sigh softly. "Agreed." You watch Carl and Ellie through the years, your heart aching for the animated couple. "I need more friends," you mumble. "Someone I can strong-arm into dressing up as Mr. Fredricksen to my Ellie. Maybe even get a Russell."
"And Mr. Fredricksen can walk around with a bouquet of balloons." You gasp as you pause the movie, pushing up onto the palms of your hands and hovering over Peter as you stare at him in realization. His smile slowly falls and he quickly shakes his head. "No."
"Please?"
"No, Y/N."
"Come on," you pout. "It's perfect. We can even wrangle Ned into being Russell."
Against his better judgement, Peter laughs. "No. Besides, it's too close to Halloween. We won't find costumes."
"Uh, hello." You swat at him. "We have Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff on our side. And I'm sure your aunt May would just love to help out after we pitch the costume idea."
"Y/N.."
"Peter, please?"
He continues to stare at you until his gaze softens. "Fine."
"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you." You beam, quickly falling back down on him before you can do something stupid (like kiss his cheek), and press play on the movie again.
With one arm draped across his abdomen and your ear resting over his heart, you can't wipe the smile from your face as you hear his rapidly beating heart thump away.
          - X - X - X - X - X -
"Rise and shine, kiddos. It's time to get up." Nothing. You hear the feminine voice, but you choose to ignore it. The arm around you tightens and you turn your face into Peter's chest. "Seriously, guys, get up. As adorable as this is, we've landed."
"Nat," you whine. "Get out."
"Like I said- adorable. You guys have ten minutes."
The door is shut and you sigh, pinching Peter's side when you feel him laughing. "M'sorry I fell asleep on you."
"I'm not. That was the best sleep I've had in awhile." As Peter starts to stretch, you roll over onto your back and do the same. "You always this grumpy?"
"Only when I'm still tired." You whimper and wince at the pain still lingering in your shoulder, and sigh and you sit up. "How's my face?"
Facing Peter, you close your eyes and let him inspect you. "I honestly thought it was going to be a lot worse than what it is. Your split lip is the worst of it."
"Awesome," you deadpan as he scoots out of bed. Then yawning, you gesture for him to go on. "I'll catch up with you later. We'll discuss costumes Monday at school."
"Alright." He lingers by the door and you smile softly at him as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. His face seems flushed, but you've no idea why. "Yeah. I'll just- I'll see you later."
Peter exits the room and you allow yourself a brief laugh. Then making sure your hair isn't a mess, you exit the room where everyone but Peter is lingering around still, smirks on every face there. "I don't want to hear it."
"Adorable," Natasha muses.
"We had to keep Stevie from marching in there and separating you two," Bucky then says.
You wrinkle your nose. "We slept. Well we watched movies and then slept. Nothing scandalous went on."
Tony waffles his eyebrows. "So you gonna ask him out?"
"Ugh. Don't make it weird. We're hanging out on Halloween and I rather not be a stuttering, flustered mess."
"Aw. No horror movie marathon this year?" Steve frowns.
"Sorry, bub." Then looking between Nat and Tony, you ask, "Do either of you know someone in the makeup department who can make latex wrinkles for the face? I need to age up Peter for his costume. And probably a seamstress who can tailor our outfits once we find them."
Natasha immediately shrugs. "Sure. What are you going as?"
Smiling, you tell them. "Mr. Fredricksen and Ellie from that animated movie UP. I'm going to try and rope our friend Ned into being Russell, so we'll also need someone who can make an adult Boy Scout outfit for him."
"That.. is the most adorable thing I've ever heard." Tony says. "Don't worry about a thing. You and your friends stop by the tower after you convince your Russell to join you and we'll get everything squared away. The only payment I'll require is pictures. Pepper loves that movie."
"Done and done. Thanks, Tony."
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As it turns out, Ned didn't need any convincing at all after hearing the costume idea. He was immediately game for it all, much to Peter's amusement. And then to make the deal even sweeter, the boys were relieved to learn that Tony Stark himself was taking care of everything they needed under the supervision of the Black Widow. Ned, of course, knew all about Peter's identity, so he didn't really bat an eye about the Avengers doing this stuff for them, but he was curious as to how you fit in. So after a couple days of dealing with Ned's suspicious behavior, you thought it only fair you come clean to him about Mimic.
Needless to say, Ned was super stoked to have two enhanced individuals that he could call friends.
Then in the days leading up to Halloween, Ned and Peter would not leave you be. You were friends to begin with, though you mostly spoke between classes, but now they purposely sought you out- Ned to make sure you guys wanted him to be Russell and Peter because.. well you weren't really sure. He was always smiling, flushed, and kept sheepishly ducking his head when you laughed at something he said.
Halloween was then here and the three of you rushed to Tony's tower to change. Peter was the only one who needed a professional makeup artist to age him up, and then later had a white substance sprayed into his hair and eyebrows for the elderly man look. You easily shifted your features and hair color, aging yourself up and then adding some glasses to match the age you made Peter portray as Mr. Fredricksen.
When Peter steps out in black framed glasses, a white button up, suspenders, and brown corduroy pants, your heart melts. "Oh my god," you gush. "Petey!"
He chuckles. "Looking good, Ellie."
You're wearing a green pant suit and flats, your blazer cinched at the waist with a brown belt, and a purple flower pinned to the right side of your chest. "Right back at 'ya, Carl."
"Alright, Alright. I will admit this is cute," Sam says as he leans against the wall. Mostly everyone had come to the tower to hand out candy down in the main lobby. "You did good, kids."
"Wait for it," Tony smirks. "It gets better."
Another door opens and Natasha walks out, chuckling. "This was seriously the cutest idea ever."
Ned walks out then, a book in hand with a miniaturized version of the movie poster for UP plastered on the front. He fixes his sash- which bears badges for every Avenger, Spiderman, Mimic, Stark Industries, and the logo for their high school- across his chest, beaming. Then walking up to Tony, he opens the book and pretends to read from it. "Good afternoon! My name is Russell and I am a Wilderness Explorer. Are you in need of any assistance today, sir?"
"No."
The group gathered around all laugh and Tony claps Ned in the shoulder. "When Pepper walks in, please say that to her. She's going to love it, kid."
"Goddammit," Sam then grumbles. "You kids gather around. My momma needs to see this," he says while taking his phone out.
"Not yet!" You're quick to say. "Our costumes aren't complete yet."
"No? What the hell else is there? If you got someone to dress up as a bird and squawk at random people, I'm done."
Peter and Ned snicker, shaking their heads. The elevator then dings, and out walk Steve and Bucky with an insane amount of helium filled balloons of every color.
"There. Now you can take our picture."
The balloons get handed to Peter as you and Ned flank him. Bucky also hands over a cane, chuckling while muttering about Peter being the old man now, and the trio have to endure picture after picture.
The elevator dings yet again, this time Pepper being let off. "Tony? What was so important that you made me come down as soon as possible?"
Tony coughs and nudges Ned. "You're on."
Stumbling forward, Ned fumbles with the book. He stops in front of Pepper and nervously clears his throat. "Good afternoon! My name is Russell and I am a Wilderness Explorer. Are you in need of any assistance today, ma'am?"
Pepper's eyes actually tear up as her laugh resonates around the room. "You guys! You're so adorable!"
"Thank you, Miss Potts," Peter says.
"Yes, thank you, Pepper," you smile, waving at her.
Her eyes widen. "Y/N?"
"In the flesh."
"Oh, Tony. Please tell me you got pictures."
"We did. Lots of them."
"While we'd love to stay and chat, we really should go," Peter then says. "We'll walk around for about an hour before coming back here to greet the kids with you guys."
"Sounds good. Have fun, you three," Steve says.
          - X - X - X - X - X -
Trick-or-Treating for your own candy is a bit hard when everyone really loves your costume. You have no idea how many times you've been stopped and asked to have a picture taken- either just you, Peter, and Ned, or you three with a child who'd been a fan of the movie- but it's still a fun night nonetheless.
When you return to the tower, it's a full blown mad house. Everyone seems to want to take advantage and enter the tower to meet the Avengers, but Tony and the others had made it clear the candy was for children and those with special needs when it became too much. The overzealous, adult fans had to be turned away and in the end the line outside was cut down a significant amount.
"Has it been like this the entire time?" You ask, sidling up next to Bucky. He nods. "Damn."
"Excuse me, miss? Do you think my kids can get a picture with you and the others in costume from the movie UP?"
Bucky grins. "Looks like you're up, kid."
You turn to the mother who'd asked the question and smile. "Sure thing. Let me just go get them."
So as the Avengers pass out candy to overeager children, you, Peter, and Ned pose for pictures with even more children. Halfway through, however, a familiar tune starts to play throughout the lobby. It's the Married Life tune from UP, the song that plays while the movie flash forwards from Carl and Ellie's wedding up until her death. You giggle, swaying back and forth in place, as the music gets louder. Everyone starts to take notice, oohhing and awwing.
"Would you- would you like to dance?" Peter nervously asks.
You glance at him, eyebrows raising in surprise. "What?"
"Dance. With me," Peter says, gulping. "I'm not the best, but we can keep it simple."
Slowly smiling, you laugh with a nod. "Sure. Lets do this."
Peter takes your hand and leads you out into the middle of the crowd, and you nervously laugh. "Oh my god. Is it weird that I'm nervous?"
"No. I am too."
Meeting his gaze, you furrow your brow as you seem just how nervous he actually is. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah! Yeah. I'm just- excited."
You chuckle. "Okay. If you say so."
With your right hand encased in Peter's left and raised out, near shoulder level, your left hand lays on his shoulder while his free hand goes to your waist. The steps are rather simple, Peter leading you in a box step before turning and then doing it all over again. Every now and then he twirls you, much to everyone's ooh's and aww's, and you always come back to him with a laugh.
"Natasha was right, you know?" He suddenly blurts. "That day on the plane."
"What?"
W-We fell asleep watching movies. Or at least you thought I fell asleep, but I was awake. Natasha figured out it was me who you liked."
Your smile falls. "Peter.."
"I like you too." His eyes subtly widen at his quick admission and you can't help it. You snort and that seems to put him at ease once more. "If anyone is out of anyone's league, it's you. You are so far out of my league. Even Ned makes jokes-"
"Peter?" You cut him off.
"Yeah?"
"Just kiss me already."
He smiles wide before hesitantly leaning in to press his lips to yours, but the moment is ruined when Tony's voice resonates around the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Fredricksen, keep it PG. There are children still here."
You and Peter jerk back from one another, blushing, and you narrow your eyes when you see Sam reluctantly handing over money to a smirking Bucky.
Of course they'd make a bet on you and Peter.
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“At least think of me while you’re gone”
Summary: your relationship with Tom is a secret, and you hate it. At a party, your feelings are finally confronted.
A/N: This is a very, very, very late (im so sorry taylor!) entry for @plushparkers 2k writing challenge, so a big congrats to her on reaching on that amazing milestone! I hope you guys will give it a read and tell me what you think afterwards!
Word count: 5600+
T/W: alcohol and swearing
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To: The Worst Spiderman Ever🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
When does your plane arrive?❤️ (heart emoji)
You hit send, putting your phone down on the sink. You pick up the mascara instead, painting your eyelashes black before the “Ping!”-sound from your phone startles you and causes you to draw a dark line just below your eyebrow.
“Fucking shit,” you curse, searching through your cabinet with frantic movements for a cotton pad and makeup remover.
While you try to remove your mistake, you look at your phone.
From: The Worst Spiderman Ever 🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
Around 5. Don’t have to pick me up, though.
Throwing the cotton pad in the bin, you quickly type an answer.
To: The Worst Spiderman Ever 🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
You know I want to. Missed you😘 (kissing emoji)
You smile at the thought that you’ll see him today, and that these last months spent longing will finally be over. In just a couple of hours, you will be able to smell him, talk to him, touch him. And yeah, maybe he won’t kiss you at the airport, but he definitely will later, when it’s just the two of you.
Another “Ping” lets you know you’ve gotten a new message, and you try to keep your cool by applying some lipstick, but your whole body is buzzing, eager to see his answer.
Soon, your lips are coated in a beautiful red shade, perfectly kissable in your own, humble opinion. Tom loves having your lips mark him, his jaw often covered in lipstick marks after you’ve been hanging out, and the fact that the popping colour draws attention to your lips doesn’t hurt, either.
You want him to hug you in the airport while he’s yearning to kiss you, yearning to see if you taste like that cherry lip balm he likes, and maybe you won’t when he finally gets you alone, but by then it won’t matter.
From: The Worst Spiderman Ever 🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
There’ll be a crowd, and I’ll be too tired to do anything but sleep anyway.
You don’t understand. Does that mean he doesn’t want you to come? Or that he thinks you’ll get uncomfortable surrounded by his screaming fans?
Because you can deal with the fans, you’ve done so before, but if it’s because he doesn’t want you there, you won’t know what to do.
Before you can answer, though, another text shows on the screen.
From: The Worst Spiderman Ever 🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
I’ll just see you at the party🕺🎆 (dancing man and fireworks emoji)
The welcome home party might already be tomorrow, but you still feel stupid. Here you’ve been, ecstatic for his return for weeks while he doesn’t even want you to be there in the airport. Besides, who knows how much you’ll even see of him tomorrow, everyone’s there to see him, after all.  
To: The Worst Spiderman Ever 🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
👍 (thumbs up emoji)
And yeah, maybe your answer is passive aggressive, but right now, you really don’t care. Not when you’ve spent days debating what to wear for picking him up and figured out exactly what amount of make-up you should go for to ensure you looking great but not over the top.
And now, he doesn’t even want to see you.
You find the makeup remover once more, this time removing all traces of the makeup you’ve just applied. You slide the cotton pad all over your face with harsh movements, and while it might not be the best way to clean your skin, it helps relieve some of the anger.
Both your skin and your eyes are red when you’re finished, but you don’t look at yourself in the mirror long enough to see the tears sliding down.
Instead, you go back to bed, crawl under the covers and cry to a sad teen movie you loved when you were younger.
The worst part is, you find that you still love the movie just as much as back then, all too similar to the way your love for Tom has done nothing but increase since you first discovered it in your teen years.
   Tom’s parents’ house is filled up with people, but as Tom’s best friend through most of your life, you know the bigger part of them.
You spend a couple minutes talking to his aunt about her hip problems, but then you figure you want something to drink and excuse yourself.
There’s a lot to choose from, delicious sodas and expensive-looking bottles of champagne and wine, but you pick up a canned beer instead. You figure you need some alcohol as soon as possible. That way, you hope you’ll have the courage to face him when you have to.
You definitely can’t keep avoiding him, because even though the house isn’t small, it isn’t exactly a mansion, either.
You sip the beer, taking a few steps towards the wall to let Tom’s young cousins access the drink’s table.
Then, your eyes meet his, and you feel slightly dizzy as it seems almost unreal to finally see him in real life and not through a screen.
Still, you’re angry and hurt, and there’s a knot in your stomach. You can’t remember the last time you felt like this, the last you were angry at him. And maybe it’s petty, but you just hate the fact that you always plan everything around him, while he, when it comes down to it, doesn’t even want to see you after spending four months apart.
“Hey,” he greets you with a smile while still making his way to you, squeezing in between people and excusing himself.
“Hey,” you repeat, but your voice is cold as you take another sip of your beer. There’s a flicker of worry breaking through his confident, happy exterior, but it disappears quickly.
When he’s finally standing close enough to you, he engulfs you in a tight hug, and although you’ve dreamt about this reunion, this first hug in months, it doesn’t even feel that nice. Your body is tense, and your attempt to reciprocate his hug is half-hearted, so he finally lets you go and looks inquiring at you, still with a grip on your elbows.
“We cool?”
You swallow a lump, trying to put on a fake smile. You hope he doesn’t see through it, because although he used to be able to read your face as if it was a stop sign or a stupid brochure for a new pizzeria, it’s been a long time since you last saw each other.
“Sure.”
“Why are you acting weird then?” he asks, and you know he’s split between knowing you’re lying and the fact that it probably won’t help his situation to call you out on it.
You shake his hands off you to gulp down some beer.
“I’m not.”
He crooks his head, scrunching his eyes and looking down at his hands that hang loosely down his sides after returning from you. They start fiddling with the red polo he’s wearing, and you let your gaze wander slowly up his body, not missing how strong his biceps look or the broadness of his shoulder, before you get to his face to find him already watching you.
“You are.”
This time, you don’t argue. Why even bother?
A silence settles between you, so different to the happy chatter filling up the room, and you don’t know how to act. You don’t think you’ve ever experienced anything so awkward with Tom, he’s always been the one you could talk to for an endless number of hours, the one you could be quiet with, the one person in the world you were most comfortable around.
“Nice party,” you say when the silence becomes too much for you, but you hate yourself for being the first one to bow down. It seems that you always are.  
He shrugs, “You know my mum. Always inviting people we don’t even talk with often.”
Perhaps it just runs in the family, you wonder; making people feel like they’re more important than they are.
“They’ve missed you,” you just tell him, knowing that it’s true. He tends to have that impact on people, squeezing himself into their hearts in a matter of five minutes. And once you’ve met him, it’s impossible to forget him.
“They?” he softly asks, and you know he wants you to elaborate.
When you don’t, he asks again, this time phrased so you have no chance to get out of answering, “What about you? Haven’t you missed me?”
You look away, your gaze landing on Harrison who’s laughing with Tom’s grandma.
“Don’t know why you would ask something so stupid,“ you mutter.
He steps closer, and you can feel his presence all over your body. His breath hits your face, and you can smell both beer and the homemade chips his dad is famous for.
“Wanna hear you say it.”
You look at him again, and like countless of times before, you are hit by his beauty. You don’t think there’s a single person in this world as handsome as him, but you might be biased.
Being in love with the same guy for years tends to do that to someone.
“Missed you so much it hurt,” you admit, and you watch his face soften. He’s so close that you could just lean forward and kiss him.
Needless to say, it takes everything in you not to.
Luckily, he steps back, and the enchantment is broken.
“I should probably talk to the other guests. Don’t want them to feel left out, do we?”
You force yourself to laugh, “Of course not.”
But everything in you is begging and hoping that he just takes your hand and leads you away from everyone.
You want him to say that he’s missed you too, that he’s been thinking of you constantly, but you know he hasn’t. Or, maybe he’s felt a pinch of pain occasionally, but then he’s moved on and forgotten about it. Unlike you, who has spent so many nights crying, wishing that he was laying right beside you. And you know that it’s not his fault, that your circumstances are different because he’s out there, doing what he loves most while you are drowning in boring schoolwork and waiting impatiently for his return.
He steps closer, and you think he’s going to kiss you, in front of all those people, and your heart starts beating terribly fast, but then he turns his head and whispers in your ear, “Will I see you later?”
You know what he means: Another quickie in the dark, no one finding out there’s any more than friendship between you. Because that’s how he wants your relationship to be, a secret, even from his own family.
It feels like a stake to the heart, and honestly, you don’t feel like he deserves an answer. Instead, you opt for a small smile that could mean anything and then you down your beer, leaving him there and walking over to your other curly haired friend, but not before handing him the empty can.
If he’s so determined to be the perfect host, he might as well clean up a bit.  
“Hey Haz,” you mumble, throwing your arms around Harrison’s torso from behind.
He looks back at you and smiles widely, and contrary to what one might think, you aren’t completely oblivious to how good looking he is.
You wonder if you should have thought of getting some less pretty friends to make yourself shine a bit more in comparison, but you don’t think you’d be able to find someone who could make you laugh as much as Tom and Harrison can, not even if you searched the whole planet.
You just have to live with the unfairness of their unarguable attractiveness.
“Hey Y/N. Tired?” he asks softly.
You yawn, realizing that you actually are and confirming his question. He chuckles, and you press your cheek against his shoulder, closing your eyes for a second.
“I like this sweater. Really soft.”
“Hi nan,” you then greet Tom’s grandmother who has always insisted that you treat her the same way her grandkids would.
Measured in how much time you’ve spent with her and the rest of the family, you might as well be.
“Hello, darling,” she says, sending you a sweet smile. “I have to serve the cake now, but come catch up with me later, won’t you?”
“Of course, nan,” you promise her, watching her leave and then letting go of Harrison.
“Everything alright?” he asks after turning around to face you.
You shrug, “I guess.”
He rolls his eyes, pointing his finger at you in a reprimanding manner, “Tell me what’s wrong or you know what will happen.”
You can’t help but smile, but then you play along and squeeze your eyes shut and crossing your arms, “I’m not scared of you.”
“You’re not? Then you won’t mind if I TICKLE YOU?”
Harrisons hands reach for you, but you run away, squealing, before he can catch you.
“You’ll never catch me,” you mock him, running up the stairs and into Tom’s bedroom before realizing the inevitable: that you’re trapped.
“NOOOOO,” you scream as he pushes you onto the bed and starts tickling you, hands gripping your sides.
“Let me go, please, Haz,” you beg in-between laughs.
“You know what you need to say, Y/N,” he grins, and you shake your head.
“Never.”
However, it doesn’t take long before you surrender, throwing your hands up and rolling your eyes.
“Alright, alright, you are the hottest, coolest, cleverest, funniest person in the world, Harrison Osterfield.”
He immediately lets you go, plopping down on the bed beside you.
“Finally. My arms were getting tired,” he sighs contently.
You grunt, “Should spend a bit more time in the gym, then.”
“Oh, shut up, Y/N.”
He hits you playfully, and you both laugh, looking up to the ceiling and catching your breaths.
When you’ve stopped panting, you speak up, “Would you be ashamed of me if we were dating?”
“How can you even ask me that? You’re the dopest person ever,” he reassures you, turning his head to the side to look at you.
You laugh, “I can believe you still say dope.”
“What can I say, I’m just a dope person, too, Y/N.”
You roll your eyes at his stupidity, before a pang of sadness rushes through you. For a second, you wonder why, but then you remember why you’re feeling down and repeat your question for Harrison.
“No, but honestly, would you be ashamed of me?”
His blue eyes watch you intensely like it’s very important to him that you understand what he says, “Never.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
He laces your little fingers together, the ‘pinky promise’ an old ritual of yours.
“But why are you asking?” he inquires softly.
“I just- I’m just so damn tired of being his secret, you know?”
He gives you an empathic smile, letting you continue instead of answering your rhetoric question.
“I’m not even sure he likes me like as more than a friend anymore.”
You don’t mention a name, but you both know who you’re talking about. Although neither of your families know, it was clear to both of you from the start that Harrison would figure it out no matter what, and that you might as well tell him yourself.
“That bad, huh?”
You sigh, “Yeah. Not even exaggerating, I’m really not sure.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, that sucks.”
“Sure does,” you agree, laughing involuntarily at the tragic situation, and Harrison soon joins you.
Then, he says softly, “If you aren’t happy, Y/N, you should let him go. You deserve better.”
“I know,” you whisper, “But I don’t think I can.”
He takes your hand, squeezing it and interlacing your hands, and no words are needed. You know he feels bad for you, and you both know there’s nothing he can do to ease your trouble.
“I wish it was you instead. We’d make such a great couple,” you tell him, trying to lift the mood.
He nods, grinning, “Legendary.”
“Shame we don’t like each other like that, really. Our kids would be so beautiful.”
“Maybe that’s why. Would be unfair to their peers when they’d be so much uglier.”
You shake your head, smiling at the thought.
Then, on a more serious note, “Thanks for being here, Haz.”
“Anytime, Y/N.”
He squeezes your hand once more and then helps you get up.
“If it makes you feel any better, he looked terribly jealous when you hugged me,” Harrison tells you, and though it shouldn’t, you catch yourself being happy with it. At least he’s not totally indifferent.
You return to the party, Harrisons hand laying comfortingly on the swell of your back the whole time, until it’s to go home. He presses a kiss to your cheek and tells you to hit him up soon, and you thank him for being such a good friend. He truly deserves the world.
You wish you could go with him, but still, you stay, having been tricked into helping with the cleaning by Tom’s mother, and really, you’d be happy to if it didn’t involve seeing Tom.
It’s hard to even remember what made you mad when you’re near him, and if that wasn’t enough, you’re afraid that you’ll say something you’ll regret later.
Because while this might be tearing you to pieces, you know it’d be much, much worse if you lost him completely.
Although you are deep in thought, you probably shouldn’t be as startled as you are when he speaks, considering you are cleaning the same room as him.
“I got a bit cold out by the grill, so I went to see if I had a sweater in my room, and I didn’t mean to, but I heard you and Harrison,” he softly tells you, eyes scanning your face for a reaction. You try not to give him one, pursing your lips tightly together and remaining silent.
He sighs, running a hand through the curly locks of his hair.
“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” you mutter, looking away.
You wish this conversation wasn’t happening. You don’t even dare to imagine the outcome.
“That you feel like I’m keeping you a secret.”
You scrunch your eyes, looking at him again, “What did you think I felt, Tom? Honestly? You haven’t even told your mom, and we both know you tell your mom everything. I feel like I’m nothing to you.”
Your words are harsh at the beginning, anger in your body, but it quickly deflates and leaves you sad instead, making your last words soft and fragile.
And Tom looks taken back by your statement, stuttering when he replies, “I- I- I guess I just thought we were on the same page. That you didn’t care whether people knew about us or not.”
You roll your eyes, “If you truly believed that, you don’t know me like I thought you did.”
You let go of your hold on the black rubbish bag you’re throwing empty cups into as you wait for his answer.
“I guess you’re right,” he admits with a whisper, “I guess I did know.”
You nod, throat tight.
“Yeah,” you just say.
You stand there, looking at each other in silence, and you don’t even try to hide your tears. If there was anyone but him watching, you probably would have tried, but this is Tom, your best friend, the person that has broken your heart but also someone with hands you wouldn’t hesitate to put your life into.
He takes a small step closer to you, looking at you with desperation.
“I wish we could tell everyone, Y/N, I really do. But you know how my agency feels about my image and my availability,” he pauses, swallowing down a lump in his throat before he continues, “But if my next movie just gets big enough, it will be different, Y/N, I promise. Then they can’t refuse.”
You shake your head, your vision to blurred to see anything, but your mind is surprisingly clear. You don’t believe his words, and really, you just wish he would tell the truth, because to you, it seems that this mess has gotten so bad because of lack of honesty, and you’re done with it.
You’re done with being anxious all the time, not knowing if he’s uncertain about his feelings for you, even doubting whether you’re the only one he goes home to. You’re done with feeling inadequate and unlovable and stupid, waiting around for someone who doesn’t want to come home.
“Far from home was one of the best-selling movies ever, but apparently, that still wasn’t big enough. So, what’ll it be, Tom?”
“Are you asking me to choose between you and my career?”
You shake your head violently, not understanding how he could accuse you for doing such a thing, but then you nod, realising that maybe you are. And surprisingly, you don’t feel selfish doing so.
“Not between me and your career, Tom, but yes, I am asking you to choose between me and the stupid rules of your agency.”
Now, he looks angry, brow scrunched and tight jawline, “My agency and their stupid rules,” he starts, emphasizing the last three words mockingly, “is what gets me jobs, Y/N! They are the reason I can live my dream, don’t you understand?”
You step closer to him, not believing he would dare to treat you like a stubborn child. “Of course, I understand, Tom! I’ve done nothing but understand ever since we started this damn relationship, but I’m fucking sick and tired of it!”
Your loudness seems to surprise Tom, who takes a few steps back from your anger, almost tripping over your discarded rubbish bag.
“Please don’t do this, Y/N. Don’t make me choose,” he begs, and there’s a part of you that wants to give in, but the bigger part of you knows that nothing will change if you do, and that you’ll just stay miserable.
“I’ve known you for most of my life, Tom, and I’ve been in love with you for years, but I can’t do this, not if you’re not in it like I am. I can’t keep giving you my everything when I only receive 30% in return.”
Then, he says those words that you know will haunt you forever, “I’m- I’m- I’m so sorry, Y/N, but I just can’t. Please understand, I just can’t.”
You nod, but you don’t, you don’t understand. He won’t even meet you halfway.
You look at each other, and you watch how he clearly fights to keep himself together, and you can’t stay mad at him when he looks so broken. You’re always putting him first.
“Will you- will you promise me one thing, though?” you ask, voice hoarse and broken.
He nods, eyes wet and lips pressed tight together.
When you speak, there’s a salty taste on your tongue, and it feels like goodbye, “I know there’s so many incredible things out there, and I promise I don’t expect anything else from you anymore, but at least- at least think of me while you’re gone, won’t you?”
A sob escapes his lips when he nods, but he still doesn’t say anything, so you gather your belongings in silence, walking into the hallway, Tom only a few steps behind you.
Your hand has just reached the doorknob when you realize that no matter how hurt you are, you can’t just leave him like this. So, you turn around, throw your things to the floor and hug him, relishing in the smell of his cologne and the soft material of his shirt against your cheek.
His chest is shaking with sobs, and his lips feel chapped when he kisses your forehead like he’s done so many times when you were nervous or sad, even before your friendship turned into something more.
There’s a wet spot on his shirt when you pull away, and you smile through your tears, watching him through your blurred vision.
“I’ll see you around,” you tell him, but you don’t know if you’re lying.
You pick up your things, and he looks like he wants to stop you from leaving, but he just nods and says goodbye with a broken whisper, “Yeah, I’ll see you.”
Then, you close the door behind you, your body a mess while nostalgia, sadness, despair and love fights for dominance in your body.
If you weren’t so busy being heartbroken, you might have wondered if it was worth losing your best friend in return for some months in paradise, spent kissing and making love under the covers. And you would quickly have come to the solution that it wasn’t, that if you could, you would go back and undo all this mess and settle for being his best friend.
Luckily, you don’t think any of these thoughts, not yet. That sorrow is for another day.
   “Ping!”
The screen of your phone lights up along with the sound, telling you you’ve got a message. You figure it’s Jake, asking which chocolate you want or if you need more tampons. You smile at the thought, finding it funny how Jake’s biggest fear seems to be that you don’t run out of sweets and sanitary items when you’re on that time of the month. You wonder if he’s scared you’ll turn into some weird monster, but it’s probably just him being sweet.
However, the text isn’t from Jake.
From: The Worst Spiderman Ever 🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
Hey. I’m home for a couple weeks and I really want to see you
You can’t believe he still has that stupid name on your phone.
You delete all the emojis and text and write his full name without any emojis to follow, but your index finger lingers over the save button. Then, you go back without changing anything.
It feels wrong to do so, like deleting a period of your life that should, at worst, be packed away in a box in your closet and not completely thrown out.
On the other hand, though, the box seems to have jumped out of the closet and into your living room instead, making its presence known where it isn’t appreciated.
Still, there’s a small part of you, the part that was Tom’s friend and nothing else, wants to meet him and see how he’s doing. 
To: The Worst Spiderman Ever 🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
Hi Tom
You don’t want else to say, or write, so you just hit send and put the phone down again, your breath quicker and a spark of panic rising in your body. Even after all this time, he still gives you all the motions.
From: The Worst Spiderman Ever 🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
Please don’t be like this
Be like what, Tom, you wonder, but you just text him the name of a coffee shop and ask him to meet you there in a few hours. If anything needs to be said between you, it should be in person and not through text.
From: The Worst Spiderman Ever 🤮🕷❤️ (barf, spider and heart emoji)
Thank you, Y/N. Really❤️ (heart emoji)
You really hope you’ve made the right decision.
   “Y/N, I’ve been a fool, no, worse than that, I’ve been a big, stupid idiot, but I need you.”
His grip on your hands are tight, and you gently try to get him to let you go, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“We’ll do it properly this time, tell everyone, and we’ll go on the red carpet together and-“
“Tom,” you interrupt him softly, and you just want him to stop talking. This will get embarrassing for both of you if he keeps going, and you don’t want that.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t let you save him.
“And I’ll be home a lot more, Y/N, I promise. We can travel together, to Paris or Seoul or Rio, and I won’t care who’s watching-“
This time, your voice is a bit louder, hoping it’ll get through to him. “Tom, please, stop,” you plead. Still, it seems like he doesn’t hear you.  
He leans closer to you and looks you right in the eye, “I love you, Y/N. More than anything, and I don’t know why it’s taking me so long to realize, but I do, and I’m terribly sor- Why are you crying?“
You haven’t even noticed your tears before he comments them, but then you carefully, as if he’s made of glass, untangle your hands from each other.
“I’m with someone, Tom,” you tell him, and it feels like a knife to your heart when his face slowly falters as he realizes what you mean.
“I- what- who? When?”
“You don’t know him, Tom. He’s from school.” There’s a flash of relief on his face when he finds out it isn’t someone he knows, maybe even one of his friends, but then the hurt returns.
“When, YN?”
You swallow a lump, looking down at your coffee.
“Almost a year ago,” you tell him, knowing that he won’t understand. That he’ll think that you got over in the span of a minute and moved on, but it isn’t true.
So, before he can say anything, you explain, “He was in one of my classes and had asked me out before, and when you left, I just needed to spend time with someone who didn’t know you, someone who wouldn’t ask or talk about you.”
Most of your friends were friends with Tom, too, or at least they knew him, but you needed to be someone who didn’t.
“I told him from the start that my heart was broken, but he was so patient and waited until I was sure I was ready. He really helped me a lot, Tom.”
Tom nods, and you know he understands. Everyone has different ways of coping, and for all you know, he could have slept with half of the world in this past year. You know he probably did with a couple, and the thought doesn’t make you sick like it used to do.
You’re just sad that he probably didn’t have anyone taking care of him like Jake had taken care of you.
“Does he make you happy, Y/N?”
“I-“ you start, but it’s hard to get the words past your lips when you know that they’ll hurt him.
For a long time, you wanted him to hurt, to know your pain and know that he had lost one of the best things in his life, but now, after doing a lot of growing up, you wish you could find a way not to hurt him. Maybe if you lied, but he’ll probably always be able to see through you.
Knowing you have no other choice, you answer him honestly, “Yeah. He does. He really does.”
He gulps, looking away for a moment. You follow his gaze, watch the busy streets of London packed with stylish locals and less stylish tourists, and you wonder if it still feels like home to him. If home becomes a fleeting place when the whole world is at your disposal. You wonder if you’ll ever know, but you don’t think you will.
And as for yourself, you might never get to travel the world like you used to dream of doing, but you’ve realized it doesn’t matter. You have so much else, so many wonderful people in your life, so much love around you. 
“Do you love him?”
You look at his face and know that he wants you to say no, that he wants this to be like a movie where everything works out in the end, and the guy gets the girl, and everyone lives happily ever after.
But this isn’t one of his beloved movies. This is real life.
“Yeah.”
A tear slips out of his eyes, and you notice they are beginning to turn red. You don’t know if your next words will make him feel better or worse, probably the latter, but you still say them.
“Not the same way I loved you, though. Don’t think anything can really compare to that. But I really do love him.”
It’s clear he tries to contain it, but still, a broken sob leaves him, and every fibre of your body yearns to soothe him, to protect him, but you can’t, just like he couldn’t protect you.
“Do you remember that last day? You told me to think of you when I was gone. How could you think I’d do anything but?”
“Tom, please.”
“I think about you every single day, Y/N, knowing that I made the wrong decision.”
He grips your hands again, this time so tight it turns his knuckles white with desperation.
However, you both know it’s not only your hands you’re talking about when you beg, “Let me go, Tom, you’re hurting me.”
His grip on your hand disappears immediately, his face painted with both sadness and guilt, and you don’t know who’s to blame for the fact that both of you have lost your best friend.
And you wonder if the two of you can work it out, if you can get at least an inkling of your old friendship back, but to be honest, you don’t have the courage to try.
Instead, you leave him there, in a coffee shop in London you used to love. And you know you will never have the strength to go back, not to the coffee shop and not to Tom, both places too haunted by bad memories now.
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{Fake It Until You Make It Real.}
Well....I had seven chapters finished, but as my readers from my other story know I have a terrible habit or rewriting an entire chapter in just one night because of ✨inspiration✨ and 🌈self-doubt🌈. So just know what was once chapter three is now chapter two because my brain hates me.¯\_(ツ)_/¯
After Louis texted him the first time after their lunch, they haven't stopped texting except for when Harry slept, and Louis slept. They were currently talking about plausible backstories to make this believable. Luckily, they had Louis' every other free weekend to use as a cover up and Harry's odd hours to use as well. They then came up with their anniversary date, which was July 19 right after summer vacation started. They've been together for fourteen months going on fifteen, but despite that they've only seen each other a handful of times due to work, kids, and their busy lives. Once they work out the finer details it would be believable, but for now it will work.
From: Harry What's your ring size?
Louis pulled his eyebrows together as he stared at the text before sending a reply.
To: Harry Why?
From: Harry Your engagement ring silly. I can't have a ringless fiancé, a nice, cute boy might get the wrong idea.
To: Harry Like a supermarket engagement ring?
From: Harry No Lewis. A real ring. A real show stopping stone. A real every kiss begins with K jewelry piece.
Despite the conversation Louis couldn't help but laugh as he sent a reply
To: Harry I'm cool with any ole supermarket ring
From: Harry I still need your ring size either way so....
To: Harry 7. Also, not every kiss begins with K. Some begin with a slap.
From: Harry Kinky. Tell me more. 👂👂👂
To: Harry You're lucky I have a class in 5 otherwise I would.
From: Harry Lol damn. Have fun teaching Shakespeare
To: Harry It's not Shakespeare. It's Cinderella.
From: Harry Rodgers and Hammerstein's?
To: Harry Is there any other version?
From: Harry Good man.
Louis locked his phone and looked up surprised to see Zayn sitting across from his desk.
"Oh, good you've noticed me." Zayn said
"You could have spoken." Louis told him as he set his phone down on the desk, "how long have you been there?"
"Long enough to know you have a secret boyfriend you haven't told me about. I get not wanting to tell Freddie or even your family, but me? Is it new? Is that why?" Louis hesitated; this would be the perfect chance to tell Zayn the lie that he has had a boyfriend for the past fourteen months. Or he could tell Zayn that it wasn't like that at all and he was reading the situation wrong.
"We both haven't told anyone anything. He has a daughter that goes to this school on the other side of the building, so it makes things delicate." Louis said
"Okay I get that but why not tell me? How long has this been going on?"
"Fourteen months." Louis said not meeting his best mate's eyes as he stood up and grabbed a stack of scripts
"Fourteen months?!" Zayn shouted, "you've been seeing someone for fourteen months and you haven't said anything."
"He's a doctor, he works odd hours and so we only see each other a few times a month. Look we can talk later alright."
"I want to meet him."
"Later. I have a class arriving soon so leave." Zayn opened his mouth to probably argue but the first student entered so Zayn huffed and left the room making Louis sigh in relief. Louis grabbed his phone and sent a quick message to Harry asking if he was free sometime this weekend to meet Freddie before he locked it, silenced it, and placed it screen down so he wouldn't be distracted. Come lunch Louis checked his phone to see a message of Harry.
From: Harry Yes. I'm off today at 5 until Sunday afternoon.
To: Harry Wanna come over Saturday for pizza and Monsters Inc?
From: Harry Uh... yes! Count me in. Should I bring juice boxes? Candy? Snacks?
To: Harry NO!
From: Harry How else am I going to get your son to like me!?
To: Harry The normal way? With time?
From: Harry BORING! I'll see you Saturday! What time?
To: Harry Say four-ish?
From: Harry I'll be there.
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Harry spent Friday after work at different toy shops trying to find the perfect toy for Freddie. He kept asking Louis what Freddie liked on disguise of needing to revise on TV shows little boys tend to like more than girls just in case. Which he did. He knew everything about PJ Masks and Bluey and Puppy Dog Pals. He knew about the animated Star Wars shows boys like and he was prepared with wrestling moves should it come down to it. However, having an awesome toy to give to Freddie wouldn't hurt his chances. He had been trying to be mindful that Louis lived in an apartment, but when he saw it, he knew it was meant to be. It was the last one in stock and it had been on sale, not that he would have cared anyway, but still it was a sign. So, he bought a few things to go with it then headed to checkout. He kept what he bought a secret and come Saturday Harry headed to the apartment complex. When he got there, he allowed himself to grimace only once inside of his car. Afterwards he schooled his features and stepped out locked his car three times just to be sure as he headed to the apartment building. The front door was held open by a large rock and the tiled floor was peeling but Harry ignored it and head up to the fourth floor to room 5D and knocked on it. He knocked on it while staring behind him at an old man sitting in a rocking chair with his front foot wide open watching him. He was only there for a few seconds before the door was pulled open revealing Louis.
"Is he alive?" Harry asked instead of greeting Louis like he had planned.
"Yes, though I never actually see him move but I see him gone." Louis said amused
"Right. Sorry. Hi."
"Come in before you get nightmares." Louis said pulling him into the apartment that matched the rest of the apartment complex except it was obvious Louis had done what the apartment manager allowed him to do to make it better. There was new paint on the walls and the floor had the new faux wood flooring probably replacing the tile that seemed to be all over the complex, "Freddie is in his room picking out his favorite toys to show you."
"Perfect. Do they have names?"
"Some of them though they change every other month."
"Got it. I bought him something by the way."
"I figured you had a scheme behind your questions. How big is it?" Louis asked folding his arms as Harry who shrugged
"I can carry it no problem."
"That doesn't tell me anything. Will it be in the way of my perfectly made walkway of toddler toys?"
"Yes, but it has a storage compartment."
"Will it be able to fit through the door once its constructed when we move?" Harry looked at the door then back at Louis and shook his head, "then no."
"What if I promise to be the one to take it apart and put it together?"
"Even tonight because you know he'll want it built."
"Yes, I promise."
"Fine. After pizza." Harry grinned following Louis to the couch, "just so you know don't be offended if he suddenly gets shy when he sees you. I never brought anyone home, so this is new to him."
"Relax I have a way with kids. You'll see and if it turns out he is immune to the Styles magic I have the toy as a backup."
"So, you are bribing my son."
"Call it what you will we are having Harry and Freddie bonding time while he loses every important piece as I build him his toy."
"That is probably accurate." Louis said amused, "How do you know so much about toddlers? You mentioned you didn't see Maddie much as a baby due to school and work and they moved here what...three years ago?"
"Yeah, just about. I work in a hospital. I see toddlers a lot when families visit loved ones and I occasionally work in the pediatric ward. Plus, I love kids. Always wanted a big family." Before Louis could reply Freddie came into the living room hugging the superhero chutes and ladders board game close to his body. Freddie climbed onto Louis' lap making shy eye contact with Harry before he turned away only to look back at him again a few seconds later.
"Hi Freddie." Harry said gently, "I'm Harry." He said leaning into him briefly teasingly making Freddie smile as he leaned away. "I bought you a gift." That had Freddie's attention
"You did?"
"I did. Your papa says it has to wait until after dinner though. Do you by chance have something we can do to make the time go by faster?" Harry asked innocently
"Maybe."
"Well, if you...by chance...have chutes and ladders anywhere in your collection...just know it's one of my favorite games ever."
"It is?!"
"Of course, it is!"
"I have it!" Freddie said excitedly as he handed Harry the box
"And it has superheroes?! That's so cool!" Harry said enthusiastically as he knelt on the floor at the coffee table, "Wanna play with me?"
"Yes!" Freddie quickly scrambled off of Louis' lap and knelt beside Harry and helped set the game up handing Louis the wolverine character and taking the Spiderman character for himself. Harry took the Iron Man character before they closed the box and set it to the side and Louis knelt down across from Harry as he grinned at him. Throughout the game Harry kept asking Freddie about his toys and how Nursery was going and his favorite tv shows. Louis watched his son completely fall in love with Harry over the course of two games that Freddie won without any help from them.
"Do you want to see my train collection?" Freddie asked after he helped put away the game
"Of course, I want to see it." Louis watched as Freddie grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him to spare room that was once Louis' office that had been turned into Freddie's toy room. Harry grinned as he looked back at him waving his fingers before he turned into the small hall. They were gone only a few minutes before the pizza arrived. After tipping the deliver guy he headed to the kitchen and set the pizza and cheese bread boxes down grabbing some plates. He made Freddie a player with two of the smallest slices of pizza then a thin slice of cheese bread. He set the plate on the coffee table with his refilled cup of juice then he made Harry a plate of the two biggest slices and two things of cheesy bread. After Harry's he made his own and called the boys for dinner, they left a minute later with Freddie telling Harry the story of Operation Patching Patches which was his teddy bear that had a huge hole in the stomach that had been sewn closed with a scrap of fabric.
"Papa didn't do a very good job, the stuffing still falls out, but Papa always told me it's the thought that counts so...that's why I have a jar full of stuffing."
"Well, you know Freddie I sew up open cuts all the time. I can fix Patches if you want me to."
"Good luck he doesn't let anyone have Patches." Louis said handing Harry his plate and a beer bottle
"Thank you and I won't have to have him. I have a sewing kit in my car." Freddie sat in the middle of the couch making it clear he expected to sit between them. Harry didn't even raise a brow as he sat beside Freddie on one end of the sofa. Even Zayn tells Freddie to scoot over and Zayn adores Freddie, it took Louis by surprise for a second before he sat on the other end. Harry and he locked eyes over Freddie and grinned before Louis turned on the movie Freddie picked out earlier.
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Louis laid on the couch watching as Harry, with Freddie in his lap more often than not, built the train track table. Harry had endlessly amount of patience for Freddie's curious mind and was gentle when explaining why Freddie couldn't do some of the things however, he did let Freddie screw in the screws tightening them quite a bit when Freddie was putting the screws on the other side. There were many photos and videos on Louis' phone of them together and a part of him wished in that moment that Harry was his real boyfriend, and he was meeting his son for the first time because they were ready for that next step in their relationship. He knew Harry wanted to try for something real together, but their relationship will have always started as a lie no matter where it led.
Shaking that thought out of his head he watched as Harry turned the table right side up. They finished the last few steps before they were opening the bags of tracks, cars, buildings, and other things that came with it. Once the city and tracks were built Harry pulled out the conductor hat and placed it on Freddie's head and gave him a whistle that Louis most definitely did not agree to.
"All aboard!" Harry and Freddie shouted before Freddie blew the whistle and they both made arm movements before Harry tapped the train with his finger and the train headed down the hill. By nine, an hour later than usually which Louis will regret in the morning, Louis sent Freddie to bed and tucked him in. Freddie was asleep before Louis closed the door.
"You are his new best friend." Louis said as he walked over to Harry who was putting the toys away with a grin
"Really? So, you think he likes me?"
"He didn't sit on Uncle Zayn's lap until two months after meeting him." Louis said as he took the whistle, "this is reserved for your house."
"Nope. Freddie will be upset if he realizes his whistle is gone." Harry said taking the whistle and putting in the storage bins the table came with. After dismantling it Harry and Louis moved it into the toy room then they sat on the couch, "I promise as soon as we have a solid timeline, I will take you out to a real date if you'll accept it. I really wish we'd have met in the shops or something. Maybe the park on a day I had Maddison. I wish this were normal."
"Don't worry so much about it. Did you want to discuss that? How we met?"
"Yeah, we probably should. Where do you picture meeting me?" Harry asked
"My dream meeting place is an adult toy shop." Louis said watching as Harry's eyes widen before he turned red and laughed, "I'm serious. I always imagine what if I met my husband as we are picking out adult toys."
"We can't tell our family that." Harry said laughing as he laid his head on the back of the couch, "my poor mother...all I'm picturing is telling her how I met my husband as we picked out adult toys and her dropping her pearl necklace on her vanity."
"Vanity!? Your mother has a vanity?" Louis asked
"It was her mother's. Moving on. Pick something else."
"I'm not sure. Where do you think we'd meet?" Louis asked looking at Harry
"Something fun. Unique. Different. Oh, I know. I cut you off." Louis laughed
"Then I stole your parking spot for the deli shop you cut me off to get into."
"And I cut you off in line."
"And bought the last thing of chicken."
"Then invited you over for a home cooked meal."
"With chicken?" Louis asked as he laughed
"With chicken." Harry promised grinning, "I made cheese and broccoli stuffed chicken with lemon roasted carrots and homemade rolls."
"Oh, that does sound good. Damn I missed out on a good date."
"How about you come over my next day off with Freddie and I make it for you two and Freddie can see the house? I work four am through four pm Monday through Wednesday then again on Friday and Sunday. You can come over Wednesday or Thursday?"
"That sounds good. If you're too tired Wednesday just let me know and we'll come Thursday."
"Great. I should go. Thank you for letting me meet Freddie. He's a great kid."
"Thank you. I'll walk you to the door." Louis followed Harry to the front door before opening it for him, "See you in a few days?"
"Yeah of course. We'll talk tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Louis smiled as he slowly closed the door behind Harry then bolted it and locked it. He checked on Freddie before he headed to his room to get ready for bed after a long day.
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