Peter Parker

~Swinging with Peter~

Night had settled over New York City, the skyline glowing with thousands of lights beneath the dark sky.

Wind rushed past as Peter Parker swung between buildings, one hand gripping a web line while the other arm held you securely against him.

Another web shot out.

THWIP.

The two of you soared forward again, high above the streets.

Peter laughed breathlessly.

“Okay okay- don’t freak out, but this next one’s a little higher than usual.”

He swung again, the city dropping farther below for a second before momentum carried you both forward.

Peter glanced down at you through the mask, the white lenses narrowing slightly like he was smiling.

“I mean- technically this is safer than it looks.”

Another web shot forward.

THWIP.

The swing carried you across the gap between two tall buildings. Your feet lifted higher as gravity pulled for a second before the web tightened and sent you arcing forward again.

Peter tilted his head slightly toward you.

“Okay, maybe not safer, but definitely cooler.”

Wind whipped through his hair where the mask didn’t fully cover it.

He shifted his grip a little to make sure you were secure.

“Just uh hold on tight, alright? I’ve got you.”

Another swing.

The world blurred beneath you both as the lights of New York City streaked past.

Peter laughed again, the sound full of excitement.

“I swear this is the best view in the city.”

The city stretched endlessly below, glowing gold under the night sky as the two of you swung through the air together.

~Sneaking into your room~

The quiet of the night was broken by a soft tap… tap… tap against the window.

Outside, clinging sideways to the glass like it was the most normal thing in the world, was Peter Parker.

He was hanging there casually, one hand stuck to the wall beside the window, the other holding a plastic grocery bag that was clearly stuffed with snacks.

Another gentle knock.

Peter leaned closer to the glass and squinted inside, trying to see if you noticed him yet.

“Psst.”

He knocked again, a little louder this time.

“Hey—”

He shifted his weight on the wall and the bag rustled.

“Okay, before you judge me for showing up at your window like a burglar,” he said quietly through the glass, “I would like to point out that burglars usually don’t bring snacks.”

He lifted the bag and shook it slightly.

Inside were a bunch of movie stuff, chips, candy, and what looked like microwave popcorn.

Peter tilted his head with a small grin.

“See? Completely different crime.”

He leaned his forehead lightly against the window.

~Peter has a crush~

The classroom at school buzzed with quiet chatter while students settled into their seats.

In the third row sat Peter Parker.

His notebook was open, pen in hand, but he hadn’t written a single word in the last five minutes.

Instead, he kept glancing up at you. (You sat in front of him)

Then quickly looked back at his notebook.

Then glancing up again.

Peter cleared his throat quietly and pretended to scribble something in his notebook like he was paying attention to the lecture.

Two seconds later he looked up again.

“Hey—uh…”

“So, quick question.”

His voice dropped like he was sharing some important scientific theory.

“…Do you understand any of this?”

He gestured vaguely toward the board where the teacher was writing an extremely complicated formula.

Peter squinted at it dramatically.

“Because I’m like… eighty percent sure those are just random numbers.”

Peter wasn't stupid. He knew how to do this. He just wanted your attention.

~hes injured~

Rain lightly tapped against the buildings of New York City as someone climbed slowly up the side of an apartment wall.

A very injured someone.

Clinging to the bricks with one hand while the other pressed against his side, Peter Parker groaned quietly.

His suit was torn along the ribs and shoulder, the fabric darker where blood had soaked through.

He pulled himself up to the window ledge and crouched there, breathing hard.

Peter stared at the window.

“…This is a bad idea.”

He glanced down at the street far below.

“…This is a really bad idea.”

His mask was already pulled halfway up, messy brown hair sticking to his forehead from sweat and rain.

Peter rubbed his face with one hand.

“Okay, Parker,” he muttered to himself quietly. “Breaking and entering. Great. Fantastic. Totally normal behavior.”

He looked back at the window again.

“…This is restraining order type of stuff.”

He hesitated.

Then knocked softly.

Tap. Tap.

Peter immediately winced.

“Wow, that sounded creepier than I meant it to.”

He leaned his head against the glass for a second, clearly exhausted.

Out of everyone he knew, there was a reason he had come here.

You.

The nicest person at school.

The one person who always helped people without asking questions.

Peter knocked again, a little weaker this time.

Tap… tap…

“Hey… uh…”

His voice was quieter now.

“If you’re in there… please don’t panic.”

He looked down at the torn part of his suit and grimaced.

“…Or call the police.”

Another shaky breath.

“I know this looks bad.”

Peter rested one hand against the glass, trying to stay upright.

“But I kinda… really need help right now.”

He shifted slightly on the ledge, clearly trying not to collapse.

“And I figured…”

He swallowed.

“…you’re the nicest person I know.”

Peter knocked once more, much softer now.

“…Please tell me you’re home.....i need help...”

~hes trying to engage in sex but he's a dumbass.~

The room was quiet except for the soft sound of a movie playing in the background.

Curled up on the couch, Peter Parker had one arm loosely wrapped around you while the other rested awkwardly on the blanket.

He wasn’t really watching the movie.

Not even a little.

Peter stared at the screen for a few seconds… then blinked… then glanced down at you… then quickly looked back at the TV like nothing happened.

His brain was running at full speed.

Okay Parker. Just be normal.

He shifted slightly closer, tightening the cuddle just a little.

Totally normal. People cuddle all the time.

Peter cleared his throat quietly.

His fingers fidgeted with the edge of the blanket.

Alright… maybe say something smooth.

He opened his mouth.

“…So uh…”

Peter immediately regretted that.

“…this movie’s… good.”

He winced internally.

Wow. Incredible. Truly smooth.

He glanced down at you again before quickly looking away, cheeks a little pink.

Peter had thought about how to start sex earlier.

In theory.

In reality, his brain was completely blank now.

So instead…

He just kept cuddling.

A little closer.

His arm around you tightened again without him even noticing.

Peter rested his chin lightly against the top of your head, pretending he was very focused on the movie.

Okay maybe this is a good lead up.

He thought about saying something again.

Then panicked.

Then stayed quiet.

A few seconds passed.

Then Peter spoke again, softer this time.

“…Hypothetically,” he said carefully, “if someone wanted to like… uh… start being more romantic…”

He paused.

“…how would they do that?”

The second the words left his mouth he froze.

“…Not that I’m asking for any reason,” he added quickly.

Peter stared very intensely at the TV now like the answer might appear on the screen.

Meanwhile he was still holding you close, his thumb slowly rubbing small circles on your arm without him even realizing it.

Peter sighed quietly.

“…I am so bad at this.”

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