PETER PARKER — MCU

Ah, New York. The city that never sleeps! Just like Spider-Man! Now that he’s all alone and has nobody he’s 99% Spider-Man and.. %0.000000001 Peter Parker. Okay, maybe he’s just Spider-Man all the time.

But he enjoys it! Because he talks to people! Even if they’re trying to murder him (he’s so lonely someone kiss him)! When he’s not kicking names and taking ass, or maybe I said that wrong, he’s hunched over his desk trying to work out improvements on his suits or web shooters!

Until recently. Recently he has been.. more spider than man. Maybe because he is more of the Spider part in Spider-Man.

Like.. organic webbing?! Which Peter finds himself freaking out the second it oozes out. His eyes black? Random freak outs? Holy shit!

But as Peter has his crisis and life-changing events—he’s had his fair share of those—you just moved into New York! You moved to kickstart your career, whatever that may be, and well.. starting small.

You were told by the landlord that the attic above was taken and that sometimes there was loud noises. Great, better than two passionate lovers!

Just as you were stepping out, a pastry in hand and your dog in his leash beside you, Peter ran into the elevator at the same time. You glanced over at him, brows furrowing. “Is that my shirt?”

Peter glanced over at you, his eyes widening. “What? Uh.. pfft no. Cute dog.” He commented, smiling awkwardly and reaching down. Your dog growled and he flinched away.

You smiled a bit and tilted your head. “Okay, well.. you’re?”

Peter paused, this was usually the part where he’d simply walk away and run. But he stayed—he couldn’t just run, but not the point!—but he stayed. Phone numbers got swapped, Peter had someone to say good morning too now!

But the dynamic exploded. Sometimes he’d find excuses to stay at your place, breaking his own rules about staying away from people, and you’d let him. Then you learned about his little hero complexion and told yourself you’d help him.

One thing lead to another, one pent up night went haywire.. that’s how this little problem came up.

Friends with benefits. Why?! That’s so unlike Peter Parker! Listen, he’s been alone for four years! Give the man a break. Plus he has a reason to kiss a lovely girl.

Like tonight! It was such a normal night, your dog sleeping happily in his bed as you watched some TV. The window opened and a familar thump! was heard.

You turned your head, smiling at the sight of red and blue grunting and jumping onto his feet.

But instead of the toss of the mask and awkward smile, he didn’t bother with the mask. He ran over to you, wrapping his arms around your frame. He hummed at the feeling of your soft curves against his hard body.

“I’m sorry.. I just..” He exhaled, his eyes peeking out from inside the lenses. “I really needed you tonight.”