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Spidey Boi- Hey Y/N
Spidey Boi- Y/N!
Spidey Boi- Y/NY/NY/NY/NY/N
PeterPeterPeterPeterPeter -Princess Leia
What? -Princess Leia
Spidey Boi- I have a surprise!
Spidey Boi- I’m gonna come kidnap you!
??? -Princess Leia
Spidey Boi- If that’s okay
Most people don’t ask if it’s okay before they kidnap you- Princess Leia
Spidey Boi- Well I’m nice like that :)
*Eye roll* Is there anything I need for this kidnapping? -Princess Leia
Spidey boi- Shoes, preferably. Some money would be nice too.
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You look down at the text with raised eyebrows. You’re really not sure where he's going with this, but you go to your room and grab your shoes.
"Mom, I'm going out!" you shout up the stairs.
"Just be home by curfew!"
"Okay!" you say, walking out the door to wait for Peter by the stairs.
You sit down on the steps at the ground floor, humming your favorite song under your breath as you wait. You gasp as a pillowcase goes over your head, obscuring your vision. Somebody picks you up, carrying you bridal style away from the apartment building.
"Peter?" you ask, your voice quivering slightly.
"Yeah?"
You slump with relief in his arms. "Oh good. It's just you."
You can feel him laughing. "Duh. I told you I was coming to kidnap you."
"I didn't know you were going to be so literal about it."
“Hi, Y/N!” You hear May from where you assume she’s sitting in the driver’s seat. You attempt to pull the pillowcase back up over your head and Peter pulls it back down.
"Nope," he says. "You don’t get to see till we get there."
He helps you into the car and gets you buckled before sliding in next to you.
"I feel like a two year old," your quip as May starts the car. "Just 'cause I can't see doesn't mean I can't buckle myself."
He chuckles as the car starts moving. "Sorry."
"So how long do I have to keep this on?"
"Shouldn't be too long, we just need to drive to-" you can hear Peter cut his aunt off, shushing her.
"You're sneaky," he says.
"I do what I can," you say, grinning beneath the pillowcase.
You drive in relative quiet for a few minutes, just talking to May about your plans for the summer before the car stops. "Okay, you can look now," Peter says, pulling off the pillowcase.
You gasp in delight. You're at the summer carnival. Super fast spinney rides, cheap popcorn and hot dog stands, those rigged games that you can never win at, and a large Ferris wheel right by the entrance.
“I’ll pick you up at nine,” May says before driving away. You check your watch as you get out of the car. 4:23. You have plenty of time. You grin, grabbing Peter’s hand and dragging him towards the ticket booth. You can hear him laughing as he pays for a bunch of tickets and you go inside.
“What should we do first?”
“Rides, rides, rides!” You squeal, clapping your hands. “This way it’s less likely that we’ll throw up, since we haven’t eaten anything yet.”
“You’re so smart,” he says, swinging your hand as you walk towards the rides.
You spend the next hour and a half there, trying to go on every ride at least once, the ones you like more. Peter’s partial to the anti-gravity one, where you spin so fast you get stuck to the walls. You prefer the swings that lift you up high in the air as you go around. You even manage to sneak onto the tiny roller coaster for kids, though both of you have your knees folded up to your chests, barely squishing into the car together. You both agree to only go on that one once.
“What should we do next?” you ask after stumbling off the carousel for the third time.
“Think my Spidey-sense can help me win some of those games?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works,” you say, going over anyway.
You go to a dart game first, where the balloon you pop corresponds to the prize you get. Peter manages to hit the top balloons all three times, a big grin on his face as he hands you a giant black and purple plush gecko.
“How’d you do that so easily?”
“I shoot webs all over New York. My aim’s gotten pretty good.”
You roll your eyes, hugging the lizard tightly. “Don’t geckos eat spiders?”
He shrugs. “I guess you’ll always have to watch him to make sure he doesn’t get me when I’m at your house. What’re you going to name him?”
You consider for a moment. “Reginald,” you decide, nodding your head firmly. “Reggie for short.”
You hand Reggie to Peter as you come to a knock-down-the-bottles game. “Hold him. I’m gonna get you something.”
He raises an eyebrow but takes the gecko. You pay the college student in charge of the game. It takes you a couple tries, but you finally manage to knock them all down. You bow dramatically as you offer Peter a long stuffed green anaconda.
“Don’t anacondas eat humans?” he smirks, bumping you with his shoulder as you switch reptiles.
“I guess you’ll have to watch him when I’m at your house. They can be our twin murder babies.” You pause. “What’s his name?”
“I’m calling him Loki. I wouldn’t be surprised if it literally turns into Loki later, just from what Thor has told me.”
By now it’s about seven o’clock, and you start walking towards the smell of food. You grab Peter’s arm to get his attention as you pass a game where you can win a live goldfish. “Peter. Fishies.”
He turns to look and stops walking. You can see him debating internally. “Where would we keep it?”
“I have a bowl we could keep it in.”
“You have a fishbowl?”
“No, I have bowls, like in the kitchen. Some are big enough to keep a goldfish in.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Hey, It’s probably better than those tiny bags they’re stuck in right now,” you defend.
“Fiiiine,” he sighs, going over with you. After watching you struggle for a couple minutes trying to throw the golf ball into one of the jars, he rolls his eyes and holds out his hand. You smirk when he can’t get it in either.
“I swear this has a tiny force field around it!” he complains while you laugh. Finally he manages to get it in and jumps up and down excitedly as the lady running it hands him a goldfish. “We’re not naming her Goldie,” he states, turning to you.
“Well duh. What about Silvie? It’ll confuse everyone so much, it’ll be great.”
“I like the way you think.”
He hands you Silvie and you carefully cradle the bag in one arm, your lizard under the other. You walk into the middle of the food stands, looking around at all the different kinds. “How are we going to decide what to get?”
“Wait, I have an idea.” He closes his eyes and turns around slowly, coming to a stop in front of a baked potato food truck. He opens his eyes and smiles. “Baked potatoes?”
“How’d you decide on that?”
“I just spun around to see what smelled the best. You know your nose tells you what smells good so you won’t get poisoned?”
You raise an eyebrow. “You really think someone here is trying to poison us? And wouldn’t it be more effective if they made their food smell better?”
“Oh, I’m sure we’re safe,” he assures you, dragging you towards the truck. You insist on paying, since he paid for the tickets. You find a spot to sit down under a tree, a bit out of the way from all the people. You have to admit, Peter’s nose was right. These are amazing.
After you finish eating you wander through the various tiny stores, looking at the colorful clothes and toys. Peter gets stuck at a Lego table, staring at a set of all the Avengers. He’s very put out that they don’t have Spider-Man. You buy him the set anyway, making a mental note to get him a Spider-Man one for his birthday.
You turn around and see that you’re alone, that Peter has disappeared into the crowd. Standing on tiptoes, you look around the shoulders of the people moving around you. You can’t see him and huff, slightly annoyed. You take your eyes off him for one second…
“Hey, sorry,” you hear, and turn to see him coming towards you, a small bag under his arm.
“What’s in the bag?”
“Uh, you know. Stuff.”
“Okay…” You hand him the Avengers legos.
“Wait, really? Y/N, you’re the best!” he says, hugging you. You have to laugh at his enthusiasm.
“Alright, nerd. Come on, I want to go on the ferris wheel before May comes back.” You had both decided to save that for when it got later.
“Okay,” he agrees. You go to the ride, sitting down on the bench with him. All your adopted scaly children and things are held on your laps. You have to wait for the rest of the passengers to be loaded on for the ride to start, but you don’t mind. You swing your legs to make the cart sway, and Peter joins you, rocking back and forth.
“We’re such kids,” you snicker as the ferris wheel starts up.
“Yup!” he agrees, squeezing your hand slightly. You put your head on his shoulder, smiling up at the still light sky.
“Thank you Peter. This was a great kidnapping.”
“Well, you know, it wouldn’t have been half as fun to come by myself.”
You punch his arm softly. “You could have asked Ned.”
“But he’s out of town.”
You turn your head to look at him. “MJ?”
He blushes ever so slightly. “Well...I mean, MJ is great and all, but...I wanted to come with you.”
You tilt your head as your cart dips down close to the ground before rising back up.”Why?”
He sighs, tipping his head back. “Are you really gonna make me say it?”
“Say what?” you ask innocently, trying your hardest to keep a straight face.
“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
Now it’s your turn to blush. “I...I mean…”
His face turns nervous. “You do like me, right?”
You close your eyes. “Yeah.”
“Oh good, I don’t know what I would do with this if you didn’t.” You open your eyes and look to see him holding out the bag. You take it hesitantly, opening it. You grin as you take out a small silver bracelet. It has five charms; a Star Wars blaster, your favorite flower, the letters NY, a spider, and a delicate heart with your first initial on it.
“Can you help me put it on?” you ask, unclasping it and holding it out to him. He sighs in relief and puts it on your wrist. You hold it out in front of your face admiringly. “I’m wearing this everywhere,” you declare as the ride comes to a stop.
“Come on, I think I saw the car from the top of the ferris wheel.” You check on your fish as you begin walking back towards the parking lot. “Oh good, she’s not dead.”
Peter looks. “Wow, that’s a miracle, what with you swinging her all over the place.”
You gasp in mock offence. “I was not. I was being very careful with her.”
“Right, keep telling yourself that.”
You scowl at him, coming to May’s car. “May, tell Peter I’m responsible.”
“Peter, Y/Na’s responsible,” she dutifully recited back. “Responsible for what?”
“A poor, innocent fish’s life,” Peter says dramatically as he slides into the seat next to you. “We should keep her at our house.”
“Peter, you told me the last time you had a pet, you lost it under your bed and it died.”
May laughs. “She has you there.”
“Okay, in my defense, it was a caterpillar I had caught in a water bottle, and I was six. When was the last time you had a pet?”
“I own a dog. And if I recall correctly, he doesn’t like you very much.”
He rolls his eyes. “A pet that’s just yours. And it’s not my fault Sparky’s overprotective.”
“I think I’m starting to get that, actually. He’s my honorary older brother. If you want to date me, you’d better clear it with him first.”
May’s eyes flash up to look at you in the rear-view mirror. “Wait, Peter, you finally told her?”
Peter groans. “Yes, May, I told her.”
“And?”
“And yes, she likes me too.”
“Told you,” she sing-songs. You smirk.
“Really Peter, you need to listen to your aunt more.”
He groans again. “Am I going to be stuck with two know-it-all women in my life now?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you say, crossing your arms. “I don’t know if I can date someone who won’t let me keep a fish.”
He looks affronted. “Now this is straight up blackmail.”
You stay silent, staring him down.
“Fine, you can keep Silvie. But when she dies, it’s not my fault.”
You grin, pecking his cheek. “Goldfish have short lifespans. It won’t be my fault either.”
“I’m not sure whether I should be happy or concerned,” says May.
“Yeah, I think you’re going to get that feeling a lot,” you tell her as she pulls back up in front of your apartment. “I’ll see you later, Peter.”
“Bye,” he responds, handing you your gecko after you get out. You grin, sure you’ll never be able to forget this day.