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“Pete, were you even listening?” Ned asked Peter, who was again, lost in his daydream about Y/N, the biggest crush he’s ever had. You were just perfect, your smile, the subtle cracks in your voice sometimes, the little leftover streaks of pink dye in your hair because you dyed it last week, he loved it all. He would give everything just to cup your cheek, bring you closer, look deep into your beautiful e/c eyes, and then he would.... “Peter!” Ned was shouting now. Peter finally snapped out of his daydream “O! Yes, Ned, very interesting, could you tell it again maybe?” “You’re hopeless, you know that right?” Peter chuckled at the remark before the bell rung. He closed his locker and waved goodbye to Ned. His next class was science, his favourite, only because it’s the one hour he shared with Y/N.
Peter took his seat behind yours, you were already sitting there, you were always early to class, a trait Peter had grown to love because he could look at you more. It had been 3 months since the new school year started, Peter was still mad at himself because he didn’t ask you out to homecoming last year, would he come off weird if he asked you out now? “I could ask her out to dinner and we could go to that one sushi place! Or, or... we could watch Star Wars! Maybe even Lord of the rings? Swinging around the city would be so cool, but I can cross that one off of course.” He thought to himself, and of course, it would always stay at just thinking, he would never have the confidence in a million life times to ask you out.
Spider-Man would.
A thought that didn’t feel like his entered his mind. He could always crack the funniest jokes, boast, even flirt a bit with girls when he was Spider-Man. Why couldn’t he be more like... himself?
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The bell finally rung and the weekend finally arrived, you weren’t in any clubs so you practically ran outside. You would’ve loved to watch (favourite show), but your niece had asked you to help organize some stuff. It was 4 PM when you arrived at their house, and what you thought would be a quick job, took 3 hours, It was now 7 PM plus it was dark outside! “Great...” you thought after you waved your niece goodbye and headed off to your house. It would be a 30 minute walk to your place so you stopped halfway during your trip to get a little snack at a vending machine. After you tossed in your coins you suddenly felt cold hands grab your neck and you instantly fell to the ground. “Give me your money!” Was shouted by a man in his late 30’s. Fuck. Shit. This can’t be happening. You thought while you hurried to get your purse out of your coat. “Here! Please let me go.” You said to the criminal after you gave him 80$. The man quickly grabbed a knife out of his pocket and put it to your throat “Oh no, I don’t think I’m done with you yet,” the man whispered. You were about to cry, What is he going to do to me? Why didn’t I bring my pepper spray? How-
Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sounds of webs being shot. In one motion Spider-Man pinned the criminal to the ground and picked you up from the ground. “Get a life man! Picking on girls like that, is seriously creepy!” The masked superhero said. “Hey, are you okay? The police are-“ then he recognized you, your soft and tender eyes filled with fear almost caused him to freeze. “I-I’m fine, I think, he only took my money. If you hadn’t come I don’t know what c-could’ve happened, thank you, Spider-Man.” If you hadn’t come. Those words stung Peter, if he was too late... She was already pinned to the ground for God’s sake! She could’ve been stabbed, she could’ve been harassed! She could have... She could have died!
“Are you okay though? I didn’t expect Spider-Man to be a quiet dude.” “Peter snapped back to reality. “Yes! I-I’m okay! I was just thinking... what was this street called again?”
“Jordan Ave, shouldn’t a superhero from NYC know that?” You chuckled quietly, still being a bit shocked from the situation you just got rescued from. “Staying up all night for patrols doesn’t really help my already messed up sleep schedule, I’m just a bit tired, I’ll contact the police right away.”
After the Police came they had you answer some questions, after half an hour they let you go your own way. You were about to continue walking home when Spider-Man said: “I’ll take you home.”
“Excuse me?” you blurted out. He was still here?
Peter was almost the same shade of red as his suit. “Oh, sorry! I t-thought because of what happened, you’d like a ride home, well- more like a swing. But y’know... You can walk home of course, i-if you want to...” Okay, this was really weird, all the Spider-Man video’s you’ve watched had a really charismatic, funny superhero at the centre. Why was he stuttering? “No need to apologize! I was a bit startled, sorry. A swing home would be perfect.”
There it was, that perfect smile, so genuine and bright, bringing butterflies to his stomach instantly. He put his arm around your waist and you put your hands around his neck. “Tell me if you get nauseous, okay?”
You let out a silent scream when you were pulled from the ground and swifted through the air. Swinging past the beautiful lights of NYC, your fears were quickly overtaken by a longing to keep flying like this forever, the moon was shining brightly and after 10 minutes of pure joy, it had to end. “This is my stop!!!” you screamed to get his attention through the loud wind. Peter tried to land as smoothly as possible, but you almost tripped after your legs touched the ground. “Sorry! You oka-“ “That was awesome! Holy shit!” You jumped while screaming. Peter watched in awe. You’re so cute when you’re excited. Now’s my chance:. “We could do it more often if you’d like, go even further outside of NYC! Anywhere you’d want! And we could grab food, see a movie...”
You stood still. “Are you asking me out?!”
“Yes...?”
Spider-Man was asking you out? Seriously, this night is messed up. “Ah.... I’m so sorry, I had fun but... I’m in love with someone else, I don’t want to go out with someone I don’t know.” Spider-Man stumbled back, almost tripping.
You have a crush on someone? His heart practically shattered to pieces, he already knew it of course, there were so many prettier boys at our school, he couldn’t compare to any of them, yet hearing the words broke him. “Forgive m-me, I shouldn’t have said that.” He tried to say without his voice giving in. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Peter Parker.”