ali ✧.*

“ dammit..” he groans, his head falling back and he lets himself fall back against the couch next to Chris. He stares at the bouquet in pure disappointment, angry it at for his own lack of bow tying talent. He’s sure that if he was doing this for any other reason the bow wouldn’t be that bad, but it’s for you, and his nerves and killing him.

Chris leans over to touch the bow, running his finger over the fabric and adrian tilts his head to look at his friend in wonder. “It’s… bad, but she probably won’t care that much dude, just give it to-“ 

“Shhh!” Adrian is quick to slap a hand over chris’s mouth, to which Chris slaps it away. It’s not like you aren’t aware Adrian is.. interested in you. You definitely know, it’s just Adrian wants this to be a surprise, the flowers, the sweets, the letter. All of it. 

Chris groans and shakes his head “ you got it bad.. but still the bow doesn’t even matter, she doesn’t give a fuck dude” 

“About me? Or the bow?”

“ the bow man”

“ oh okay!” Adrian shrugs and hardly listens to Chris’s words, the bow matters to Adrian. And you probably care to, your so sweet! It’s not a surprise Adrian became so interested in you, your so nice, and strong, and hot- 

“ do girls like puppies?” Adrian randomly asks, and Chris is so suprised, but he just sighs and closes his eyes, taking a breathe 

“Adrian.. everyone like puppies..” 

Adrian just hums and slowly nods his head “ should I get her a puppy?” He says it like it’s so simple, like it’s just a silly gift.

Chris is baffled, and just scoffs “ no dude! She’s too busy for a puppy!” He says his voice raising in pure disbelief at his friends genuine gift idea. 

“ but you said everyone likes puppies!” Adrian screeches back, already scrolling on his phone at the nearest shelters cutest contestants. 

“ just because people like it doesn’t mean they’re fit for it! Dude… your so weird, go take her to pet puppies! Not get one!” 

Adrian is about to retaliate but he tracks back to what Chris said, and raises a eyebrow and looks at him in wonder “… pet puppies?” He thinks for a second and nods, a bright smile on his face as he skips away to a different room in hq.

“Adssss!” He calls out as he comes to a halt, pausing and all color leaves his face when he stops in the room. Adebayo is there, yeah but… 

“ oh hi Adrian!” You smile looking up from the board game, uno is spread thru out the table in card groups, harcourt is sitting there hardly paying attention with a beer next to her cards, adebayo there as well, focused on her next choice of cards, but she heard her name and looks up at Adrian with a nod, and him, gesturing for him to continue 

Adrian looks at you, sat between ads and eagly,smiling up at him, in Spider-Man pajama pants and a white shirt, looking as kind as ever.

“Oh… hi.” He tries to say nonchalantly, clearing his throat and offering a wave with a smile, acting like he wasn’t just planning a date with you. Adrian turns to ads and waves her over, quickly ushering her to a different room.

ads shakes her head and gives you her cards “ beat harcourt for me..” she mumbles as she stands and walks over to where Adrian is 

“Now I have more cards how am I gonna win-“ you try to reason, looking between ads and harcourt who just shrugs, while Adrian watches with a small smile, side by side with adebayo.

“ what Adrian?” Adebayo sighs when they make it far enough from them. 

Adrian looks around, making sure no one’s there, and then back at her “ ads! is it true girls like puppies?” He says frantically 

Ads is starstruck for a moment and just sighs after abit 

“ why..? Is this about y/n-“

 “Shhh!!!” 

“ we’re the only people here Adrian!”

“ still! Is it true or not?” Adrian huffs, his tone doesn’t have any actual anger, but he just wants the answer so he can schedule something with you as soon as possible. 

“ I mean… I know she likes puppies- but also cats so it doesn’t really matter..” ads mumbles, looking at the door just waiting to leave and beat you in uno. 

Adrian smiles brightly and nods his head “ really?” 

“ really.”

“ okay great!” immediately getting his phone out, before he realizes he has absolutely no clue where a shelter that would let you do that is, atleast in evergreen. Adebayo realizes this is her shot to leave, but she has a fun idea, so she walks out without a word, and when Adrian turns to thank her, she’s already gone, but someone else is there. 

“ Adrian?” You asked, your tone smooth, but sweet, how Adrian liked so much.  You stand in the doorway, one hand still on the door, leaning just a bit.  A calm but intrigued look on your face, curious about whatever’s going on, but still.. you have that sickly cute smile, and he doesn’t know why he likes it so much 

Adrian immediately perks up with a smile as he turns to you, the sweetest love sick look on his face. It makes your heart sting, in a good way. God, it’s so obvious how he feels “oh. Hi!” He says brightly leaning against a table awkwardly. “ do you need um something?” He said almost slipping as his hand loses its grip on the door. 

You raise an eyebrow at his behavior and look around, before smiling. “ well no.. but are you alright? You look.. nervous.” 

Adrian quickly scoffs, his face having a look that was trying to show he had no idea what you meant. “ me? Nervous! Pffft please, of course not!” He giggled before he dropped to a whisper “ why.. do I look like.. really nervous..?” He says and his tone is obviously nervous, and his smile widens when he sees you giggle.

“ a little bit yeah…” you shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest. and he sighed, which made you smile, and that makes him let out a lovesick sigh. 

“ oh.. well, sorry about that” he mumbles and leans off the doorway “ anyway, hey um! I was wondering do you wanna go… pet.. puppies?” He says, and his tone isn’t very nervous, it’s just stiff, which is weird from him.  He probably just knows it sounds really stupid..

“ are you…asking me on a date, Adrian?” You asked, your voice a bit sceptical, just trying to make sure you got his message right. 

Adrian immediately straightens himself and shrugs, blowing raspberries with a scoff. “ what? No! Of course not haha.. well, I mean unless you want it to be a date that’s like.. great to! I mean I’d love to go on a date with you! Your like super hot and- but I mean we could just be hanging out you know, whatever…”  he rambles, shrugging his shoulders and looking at your thru his glasses. 

Your smile widens with every word, from a small sceptical look to a half hidden grin plastered on your face. “ well I’d love to go on a date with you Adrian, petting puppies sounds fun.”Your tone is final, you haven’t even tried to think Of saying no, it almost sounds like you were waiting for this opportunity.  

he nods and his smile mimics yours, wide and genuine. “ alright! I’ll come pick you up! Tommorow! Is three fine?” 

“ three is perfect..” you smile, nodding gently, turning to walk out and back to ads and harcourt, ready to tell them you got a date with your teammate you’ve had a crush on since you met him. 

Adrian is stuck at his spot for a bit, smiling like an idiot and playing with his hands. It takes him a second before he lets out a small breathe and throws his fists into the air, feeling extremely proud of himself. He finally had asked after months of too long looks and small touches you both brushed off. 

“ aren’t they sweet?” You giggled when a little Labrador puppy clings to your side, licking at your hands, its tail is wagging happily. Its short, but slightly overgrown curly fur covering its eyes slightly.

The shelters windows are bright with the sun, the floor is illuminated, the wood patterns of twirls and lines visible as puppies run around. Pods of fur cover the floors, the sound of soft barks, growling and squeezing toys filling the small gated area you and Adrian sat in. 

The shelters in evergreen  weren’t many, but you thought it would be fun to go play with puppies to “ cleanse your soul” after killing a bunch of people on a mission, so you brought your good friend and teammate. It’s a good idea, in theory you were doing good with the puppies and the workers seemed to like you, they liked Adrian to, he was really nice to them. Something about you tho, they knew the puppies would like, and let you in the area first, Adrian skipping behind you, or atleast that was earlier.. 

Adrian was focused as he stared down a puppy, a baby beagle, sits on its behind and looks right back. It has a little teal color with a white charm that says its name.

Chase. That’s the dogs name.

Your not sure if Adrian is looking at the dogs brown and white pattern, or it’s collar, or just staring at him. Still, Adrian hasn’t played with any other dog, only staring at chase. 

You pet the lab in your lap gently, and it nuzzles against your hand with a yawn, before letting out a breath when it lays its head on your leg finally. “what’s wrong? Did he bite you, or something?” You ask, titling your head to try and look over Adrian’s back as he sits criss cross apple sauce.

He shakes his head before looking back at you, his mouth slightly agape before he smiles. “ no.. no he didn’t, he just isn’t rushing to play with you like the other dogs.” He gestures to the mountain of puppies surrounding you. “ he just keeps.. staring at me.” He huffs before he turns back to the dog, who tilts its head, and its tail wags when Adrian’s attention is back on him. 

“Huh…” you say, nodding slowly as you understand the situation, and you smile. “ here.” You gesture, and Adrian looks back to find you holding a little cow squeeky toy.  He takes it with a smile and nods, understanding what you mean. 

Adrian turns back to chase, and he lightly and gently shakes the toy, trying to get his attention. The dog lifts his head and takes one step closer, sniffing the toy, and it’s tail wags, Adrian feels better about that.  

He watches as the dog takes a bit into the toy, latching its teeth on, and it seems like he doesn’t plan on letting the toy go. Adrian giggles and lightly shakes the toy, careful to be gentle with the puppies growing teeth. Chase growls and begins to tug, his tail wagging, showing he’s having fun. 

The dog on your lap watchs this but doesn’t make an effort to join, and just lays his head back down with another sigh, as if he’s above what his puppy  friend is doing. 

you didn’t know Adrian was good with animals. Well sure, he was good with eagly., but that’s a special case. He didn’t have a dog, nor his parents, maybe his brother did? Ah, that wouldn’t work either, Adrian doesn’t see his brother much. Despite Adrian being a maniac, and a chaotic but morally alright superhero, he’s pretty good with animals, atleast this one.

It makes your heart turn a little bit, but you quickly brush it off, he’s your teammate and nothing more. The sight is adorable, you have to atleast admit that still. You turn back to the lab in your lap who doesn’t seem the least bit interested in Adrian’s adventure with his friend. The other dogs in the gated area are playing among themselves, but one is sniffing your hand and the lab growls, making the dog whimper and run off. 

Adrian is still in his own world, mumbling and cooing as the puppy’s tail wags and tugs on Adrian’s offered toy. He feels lighter then usual, and he thinks that if (when) you get married and live together, maybe actually adopting a puppy would be nice. 

“ would you ever want a dog? You know like, adopting one?” He asks, his attention still on the dog a small smile on his face as he watches the animal with a quite happy feeling.  he meets your eyes when you look up from the lab in your lap.

You shrugged, your smile widening at the puppy in your lap. It stretching its arms out when you rubbed its belly. “ maybe… not now tho.” You say simply, and his eyebrows furrow

“ why not now?” His tone is pure curiosity, he can’t imagine why you, someone so sweet and good with an animal would not  want a pet, atleast at the moment. He tilts his head and lets his arm be pulled on by the puppy, now his full focus on you when you just smile and shake your head. 

 “ I guess.. I don’t know, since I’m a hero I would always be busy you know? It’s kinda like having a child, why would I have one if I didn’t have the funds or the ability to properly care for them?” you said simply. “ after I like retire.. or whatever. Although I probably will get one, or two, because I’d still have to work and stuff .. so I wouldn’t want them to get lonely” you add on, and even the lab in your arms pauses, and you just stare at each other, a silent understanding between a dog and a person. 

Adrian understands, I mean he doesn’t have a child.. or a pet, other then eagly, but he gets what you mean. He thinks it’s wrong to have kids if your gonna be neglectful. Well, he’s killed people for that, atleast a few times. He nods in agreement with a soft hum “ yeah… that makes sense, but I think you’d be a good mom.” 

What he says catches you off guard, and you look up at him, a look of disbelief on your face before it forms into a small smirk. “ a mom ? I didn’t say anything about actually having a kid myself..” 

He shrugs, turning back to the puppy.” yeah but I mean you might right? Unless your like a hundred percent sure you wouldn’t want to” 

“ yeah I might…” The tone is a bit nonchalant, and Adrian can’t tell if your leaning towards having kids or not like.. ever but he still nods. I mean, he’s never thought of it, having kids. Not even for a reason either, it’s just never once crossed his mind. 

“ why.. you trying to see if you’ll.. commit with me or something Adrian?” You teased, your hand going against the floor to lean back with a raised eyebrow 

He simply shakes his head. “ no, I’m already ready to commit with you.” He says it so normally, like hes thought it over and this isn’t your first date. Well, if this even counts as a date, by all means it’s not any fancy restaurant, or like a romantic park date, but he still counts it.

It catches you off guard, your eyes widen a bit, and for the first time Adrian had actually left you speechless. He’s such a idiot usually, either covered in blood with the biggest smile or spitting animal facts that have a fifty percent chance of being wrong. Never has that left you speechless, giddy perhaps, but not speechless. But this does. 

“ are you..?” You whispered gently, holding back a small smile, your tone coming out with a giggle. And you smile even harder when he nods without a second thought 

“ of course I am! Who wouldn’t be.?” He laughs, shaking his head at the thought. In his eyes your perfect, it seems like such a obvious answer. Why would he take you on a date if he wasn’t sure? He thinks that’s stupid, I mean he’s seen soo many people do that!

He leaned in to whisper to you. “ I mean, I’ve killed people for leading on potential partners.. there’s nothin’ I hate more then people who are either cheaters or players.” He huffs out shaking his head. “ wait actually no that wasn’t true sorry- I actually hate racists and nazis more..” he shakes his head, and actually doesn’t even bother to whisper this time. Everyone agrees with that opinion, he hopes. 

You can’t help but laugh at his words, Adrian chase is many things, and he is not boring by all means. The world seems to quite down to just you, Adrian, and the cute puppies that surrounded you both. Now All that you hear is faint barks and Adrian’s sweet rambles.

The day continues like this, filled with laughs and faint stares, that end quickly as Adrian lets you quiz him about dogs. It’s sad when it ends, you only did rent two hours with the puppies. Despite how empty it seemed when you got there, the workers said there was reservations. 

It makes Adrian a bit sad to, I mean he doesn’t really feel the same kind of emotions, but it tugs at him in a way that others might find odd. He knows that you don’t think that way, it’s why he likes you so much.

the bell of the front shop rings after you two leave, reluctantly of course. The puppies put up quite the show as well, especially the Labrador on your lap minutes ago. It’s late winter now, and the sun is close to setting, give or take 30 minutes till then.

“ did you have fun?” He asks with a big smile as you stand to the left side of the door, the workers inside cooing in secret at how cute you both look. 

“ yeah! I had a lot of fun Adrian..” you nod along, with a gentle smile. Your hands are clasped together in front of you and the gesture to keep your hands from moving makes Adrian feel like he’s won something..

Adrian nods with a content look, his eyes softening slightly “ yeah that’s good! I had fun to.. with the puppies and you of course, mostly you.” He gestures over to the window, seeing the dogs in their pin biting and barking at each other as they play.

You don’t want to leave yet… being with Adrian is so nice, you never wanted it to end, but still, you need to be home soon and so does Adrian. You turn around and look at the streets, seeing people walking around, including happy couples. “ I um.. I’ll be on my way now, but really, thank you Adrian. It was really nice.” You smiled faintly

Adrian smile falls and he nods when he realizes your little date is coming to an end, but he straightens and nods his head “ anytime..” he whispers, staring at you with a odd look. A look like he wants to hug you and never let you go.. it’s a little creepy.

And he watches as you walk away, on your way home. He’ll see you tomorrow, he knows he will.. but still. He wants to make sure you get home safe, walk with you and hold your hand so you can look like the couples he sees so much. Except he doesn’t, at least not now, all adrian chase does is watch.

“ Peter… it doesn’t matter and no he’s not allergic, he’s greedy and likes both” you said not even looking at him and mixing the batter with a focused look that he smiled at.

“ well maybe I’ll slip in extra if he does good on that science test” Peter grinned, shrugging his shoulders “why wont you let me tutor him again?”

“ your way to busy with college, plus your to advanced, you’d teach him about nanotechnology when he’s learning about photosynthesis” you rolled your eyes playfully looking back at him. 

“ hey, It’s not bad to be ahead” he said matter of factly “ I’m sure I can set some time to help tho, I’d love to..” he smiles gently putting down the poured cup of chocolate chips and walking up to you, smiling sheepishly as he rubs your hips.  “ plus… your parents might appreciate it~” he said raising eyebrow and swaying you both gently. 

“ you don’t need to get them to appreciate you Peter.. they already love you” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and giggling at how his ears turned red. “ and honestly? It’s up to you.. my brother likes you to but he gets all shy around you” you said tilting your head and looking into his eyes.

“ that runs in the family” he couldn’t help but laugh as he said it and giggled when you covered his mouth with your head. He licked your palm and burst out laughing when you gasped and pushed him away.

“ awh Peter! Your so nasty!” You gagged before rubbing your hand over his shirt but smiling the whole time.

“ how is that nasty my tongue has been other places-“ 

“Peter!”

“ sorry sorry!” He giggled out, laughing with a hand on his knee “PG like those old rom coms right! Like, like uh… how to loose a guy in ten days oh geez can we watch that- wait we’re watching a Christmas movie-“ He rambled on going back to the chocolate chips.

“ so chocolate or-“ he yelped as you threw flour at him and gave you a betrayed look when you held back a smile and acted like you didn’t know what happened “ y/n really? “ he said putting his hands on the counter and looking at you with a frown and back at the flour on his arm 

You shrugged and hid your face as you giggled “ i think the flour monster dislikes you Peter” you said holding back a laugh from the stupidity of it all, your hand slipping into the flour bag and getting a small pinch when he gasped.

Last night you guys had a heated and sad conversation about your career, you finished your forensic program. And he’s worried, you want to be a forensic cop. He knows it’s selfish, he puts himself in the same amount of danger each night, if not more, but he feels bad saying that. The hours filled with you two gently arguing Peter trying to keep his cool before he yelled and expressed his fear of  the danger that you’ll be in, and from there it was blown out of proportion, the worst argument of your relationship. But, it’s been resolved. And now your baking cookies together after whispered apologies and kisses.

“ i can literally see you..” he said raising a eyebrow and slowly walking over with a lovesick smile and wrapping his arms around your waist catching you off guard. He bit his lip gently and looking down at you with a little grin but his eyes happy and lovesick like a little boy.

“What..?” You whispered gently, looking into his eyes as he shrugged before bringing his head down to kiss you gently, his lips moving against yours slowly and he smiled when you leaned into his touch, melting and not realizing his hands were slipping into the bag of flour 

He quickly brought his hands out of the bag and dipped them under your shirt, splatting flour all over your torso and giggling when you tensed up and pushed his chest, he didn’t budge and just gripped your hips and flicking your stomach before he pulled away and ran to the other side of the counter island.

“ Peter! What the fuck-“ you said suprised as you looked down at yourself, flour on the hem of your shirt and cold on your waist, the feeling unfamiliar and icky.

“ okay before you do anything” he said pointing a finger at you and telling you to stop with a smile,While your hand reaches into the flour.“ you hit me first so we’re even now andddd you don’t have to do anything, i was just showing you justice you know, right !” He said throwing his hands up in surrender.

“ I’m basically trying to be like you, all justice and like stuff  like that cops and like whatever, like uh.. uh you!..?” He says loosing track of whatever point he was trying to make and regretting that he brought up your job. 

“Me?” You questioned with a little smile 

“ yeah I mean your so cool…”he smiled lowering his hands slowly,adjusting his stance slightly and awkwardly feeling a bit shy at complimenting you so randomly and admitting how cool he thinks you are.

“ I’m sorry-! I didn’t mean to bring it up- “ he starts to say frantically, feeling like a total idiot. “I know it’s a difficult and scary job.. and I think your great for wanting to be doing it! But I know you might feel that it’s Wierd I say anything, especially after last night-“ 

He stops himself when he realized he’s worrying for nothing, and you appreciate his praise dearly. Of course, you’ve told him before you loved it. And he blinks when he sees your hand leaving the bag of flour.

“ thanks petey” you smiled gently walking up to kiss him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers against his neck and feeling how he tensed and got slight goosebumps at the touch, his breathing picking up. Your lips against his gently and smiling as he softly sighed into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut and his body readjusting to hold you closer.

“ hey’ love..” he smiled against your lips with a small boyish giggle that makes your heart flutter, leaning gently and bringing his warm hands to rub your hips under your shirt. “ Your parents will be home soon.. and we have to finish the cookies..” he sighed kissing down your lips to your jaw and collar, stopping to inhale your scent before attacking the area under your ear. Despite his words he’s alright with not stopping, and he’s only trying to remind himself in a way, he should care, he does want cookies… but he wanted you more. 

“ well.. they’ll be home in maybe an hour..? I think that’s plenty of time..” you whispered against his lips, hand going to hold his hair as he whimpered with a blush.

“ mm., that is true.” He breathed out.

“Dude are you okay?” Ned asked tapping Peter’s head “ you haven’t paid attention all class” 

Peter looks up, his head lifting from the desk and looking up to the lecture hall, shit.. “ sorry man.. just didn’t get much sleep”

Ned sighs and his eyes drift to Peter’s neck, soloing in on a purple mark, and then some. “ yeah.. not much sleep..” he said holding back a laugh to Peter’s horror. His neck is littered with random pink and purple marks, Ned thinks Peter should worry about feeding you.. you seemed hungry.

“ was she trying to eat you..?” Ned said observing Peter and looking him over while craning his neck to see angles, yelping as Peter slapped his arm, wincing at the little pain.

He quickly covers his collar and adjustes his hoodie with a grumble “ man.”

“ sleeping or sleeping with-“ 

“ shut up Ned!”

“ sorry sorry!” Ned surrended, his hands going up, he wants to ask so many questions but one, it isn’t the place. Secondly, Peter would kill him.. 

“ how do I even cover these up? My hoodie keeps falling!” Peter sighs into the desk, but he’s smiling even if Ned can’t see.

“ just don’t cover them! Trophy of honor!” Ned says throwing up his arms, before quickly bringing them down and looking at the odd looks he’s getting, one girl raising an eyebrow and whispering to her friend, and a group of guys smiling as they noticed Peter’s neck.

“ trophy of honor?” Peter thinks, and he sighs “ I guess I could do that.. but it’s still embarrassing.”

“ well you weren’t embarrassed when you were-“

“ dude!” 

“Sorry!” 

“ but really Peter” Ned Shrugs “ you shouldn’t be to embarrassed I mean your finally getting a girlfriend let alone-“ 

“ Ned.” 

“ erm.. right, anyway..” Ned says lookin around the room “ dude just be proud of yourself, you got a hickey from your pretty girlfriend”

Peter wanted to tell Ned not to call her pretty, but he was to busy thinking, should he be proud? Holy shit, he should right! He was so happy every time you hugged or kissed him, this wasn’t any different but… still.

Were you happy?

Peter’s sudden thought suprised him and made him pause. He raised his head and lifted an eyebrow, his lips forming a straight line as he gulped by the thought. Would you be angry if he didn’t try to cover them up? Would you be angry if he did? It shouldn’t be this difficult, he knows his girlfriend. But she doesn’t know him, not really that is. 

“ she doesn’t even know Ned…” Peter said sadly as he discreetly pulled down his sleeve so only Ned would see,the fabric of the red and blue suit, because only Ned knew, and mj, but she more so figured it out then Peter telling her. Well then there’s aunt may.. and happy.. and Tony, but that’s different. 

Peter feels guilt about it, why the hell didn’t he just.. say it! What held him back, he loved you, he loved you so so much he thinks he might die. He’d rather lose his title of spiderman, or an avenger to keep you safe, to keep you from worrying.

But then again, that’s exactly why he can’t tell you.

Ned’s eyes widened as the bell rung and they stood, packing their bags. The professor mumbling about an assignment due by the end if the week, Ned got the jist of it, and he’ll chirp it back to him when this crisis is over, for now he’s gonna help his friend. 

Students walk out speaking among themselves, tapping on there phones and giggling about the teachers stuttering as he read the board. Peter and Ned wait a bit before they leave as well, taking their sweet ass time to pack so they don’t get caught in a wave of college students trying to leave, and also so no one hears their conversation.

“ why won’t you tell her dude! I mean- you told me!” Ned whisper shouts, and looks around the lecture hall. People have already left for the most part and the professor has went god knows where for lunch. It’s  just them now as the last group leaves the door, and it’s just them Ned signals his head to leave and starts to walk, Peter grumbling behind him.

“ it isn’t that simple Ned! Also- I didn’t tell you- you found out without my consent!” He said his hands falling down infront of him dramatically, before he brings them back to brush his hair out of his face, walking up next to Ned like their being timed.

“ anyway..you don’t get it, she’s already not that safe being a officer.. on field or not.. she’s still near crime as it is! If.. if I told her, who knows what she’d think!” Peter said frantically “ the police already don’t entirely like Spider-Man.” He looked around as he said that name 

“ I don’t want to put her in danger.. even so, I feel like I’m lying to her.. which I guess I am? Or- or withholding the truth? There’s a difference right?” He said turning to Ned before shaking his head, it’s not like Ned would be much help either.. he  doesn’t have a girlfriend, or a secret identity, or good advice, on that topic..

“ I guess I understand where your coming from, but you’ll be Lying to her.. well you’ve been lying to her.” 

Peter pauses and he realizes the truth of Ned’s words, one year, one entire year peter has withheld the truth from you, a year you thought you truly knew him. And you did! You knew everything about Peter, his phone password, that time he broke his arm in 5th grade trying to get a apple of a tree for aunt may, and the amount of legos on his new Lego set, everything.

“Shit.” He says finally looking around, his face angry and disappointed, except in himself. But in all truthfulness, he knows why he’s doing it, and he thinks it’s still valid. Stupid, maybe..but valid.

“ you understand tho… right Ned?” He asks shamefully hardly even able to meet Ned’s eyes, infront of his best friend he feels ashamed. 

“ I’m not a superhero, but I get you want to protect her” Ned nods, trying to be Atleast a bit helpful. “ I mean, your already not telling her, just continue I guess..? What she doesn’t knows won’t hurt her.” 

Peter thinks on this for a second and stupidly he agrees. What you don’t know can’t hurt you. 

Peter comes to realize, he’s a horrible liar. And he might as well just have a sign in your apartment hallway saying he’s Spider-Man. 

Weeks have passed, and as much as Peter has been trying to keep it a secret and has for so long, now that he’s admitted that he was lying it seems so difficult. 

Every time hes near you, he’s sweaty and wether thats due to his lack of the truth or because he’s always nervous, you noticed. He flinches every time you ask him what’s wrong, and he stutters like an idiot. Despite this, he’s grateful to God that you just brush it off with a laugh and say he’s especially jittery today.

He calls Ned when your out on a job, and he paces while his phone is on speaker, dramatic hand signs Ned can’t even see and sulking is all he does. Half of what he says Ned can’t even distinguish in English or an ancient text of Peter’s own odd brain and Peter groans loudly when after his tangent Ned simply asks if the hickeys are still there

Peter knows damn well deep down asking Ned for advice was insane, and more insane to actually listen. He’s to far gone tho, he tries to tell himself you’ll never find out, that you’ll go on with peter parker and not worry for spider man. He wants this! Of course he does, all he ever wanted was to been seen as someone, and for everyone else.. he was a hero as spider man, no one knew it was him of course. It was different with you, you saw Peter, the guy who you met in college when you interviewed him about how his first week of college was going for the daily paper. The Peter who makes you hot chocolate and rubs your stomach when you watch movies together. The Peter who stuttered and was constantly rubbing his sweat palms on his jeans when you went on your first day ( he still does this.) that’s the side he wants you to love, Peter Parker. 

He doesn’t know why his mind works like this, all this doubt, but it does and he can’t stop it. He never could, especially when it came to you. He couldn’t help it tho he just loved you way to much and was so fearful he’d lose you, and risking you with Spider-Man business was not an option, he’d risk.

“Are you alright Peter?” The voice rings out and Peter can’t help but notice that’s all he’s been asked recently, first Ned, and now you. Was he that obvious? 

“What- oh I’m good, sorry I was thinking of my exam- but I should have been paying attention to you..” he said with a shy smile, his head slightly titled into his hood from the cold. 

You smiled at his silly action and nodded “ you shouldn’t worry, you’ll be fine..” you mumbled, walking back past him, your hand slipping between his hood and face to cup his cheek. He smiled softly kissing your finger as you walked past, sad he couldn’t reach more of your hand with a sigh. 

“ your always so supportive huh? How’d I land you?” 

“ you stuttered when I asked to interview you so bad I didn’t include it in the paper.” 

“ stop mentioning that!” He practically shrieked out in horror, he was truly mortified about that situation still. He sighed into his hood before relaxing and throwing his head back, smiling when you laughed and shaking his head, whatever… it was true anyway.

When you first met, you tried to interview him for a college journal paper , as a simple reporter just tryna be a good student, and met Peter. The second you came up to him he looked around confused and quickly put his phone down next to him with a kind, awkward, and lopsided smile, it was cute you almost asked for his number there, but you remembered you were trying to be professional. With a mic in one hand, and a recorder clipped to your shirts collar, you asked him about his day.

Peter on the other hand, was to busy trying not to stare at you, your pretty eyes and dimples when you smiled and asked his name. He was distracted and didn’t register what you had even came up to him for, and stupidly he wished you were asking for his number until he sees the microphone in your hand. He might of been embarrassed by how horrible that first impression was, but still he had you at the end of it, so it didn’t matter. 

“ I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” You giggled out “ I still have the recording-“ 

“ WHAT?!” He protested, ready to delete that footage entirely next time he gets his hands on your phone. “ it’s been a year, you can’t possibly still need it-!” He said frantically walking over to and looking over your figure up and down, from every angle to try and find out where your phone could be. All he had to do was open it, go to your videos, and boom, all that blackmail was gone. 

You realize what he’s doing and look over nervously to the couch,  where your phone is on the left headrest. Peter follows your gaze and clicks his tongue, a few seconds pass before he runs to the couch, you seconds behind him.

“ Peter- I need that video!”

“ Hell no you don’t!” He says getting to the couch in seconds and quickly runs around your shared apartment , which was comically big for two college students, and which was also paid off by the Tony stark, something Peter also didn’t tell you about- he said he had a rich uncle, who didn’t have any kids, so not really that far off the real story.

“ Peter please, its not even that bad!” 

“ yes it is I looked like an idiot!

“ you look the same!”

“ so an idiot?”

You jumped on his back and he yelped as you struggled to reach your arms around to make sure he didn’t delete the video “ I swear to god-“ you mumbled as he squirmed, tried (and failed) to gently get you off as he struggled to open the photos app among all the movement.

When Peter finally does he giggles in happiness and he doesn’t mean to look over your photos, he doesn’t, he trusts you. It’s an instinct, he’s Spider-Man and he has to see every little detail or he might get something wrong, its a habit.

All sound leaves his mouth and he pauses with a shaky breathe .You pause to, and your eyes widen because you know what he’s seen, and you regret now ever letting him near your phone, especially now.

“ what’s this?” He asks gently, his tone is confused, and broken. He’s holding back whatever he could be feeling because in his heart he doesn’t know how to react. His voice cracks like a small boy at the last vowel and it makes your heart hurt, and the conversation has only began. You get off his back and walk in front of him, seeing as he stares down at the image, his eyes glossy and wide 

“ I was going to tell you- I promise.” You tried to explain, hands going up to his cheeks, but just above them not daring to touch him, he looks like he’ll break when his eyes meet yours like a scared animal.

“ were you?” He asks backing up slightly, and it breaks your heart. “ this is from..2 weeks ago?” He says, and his last word comes out as a scoff before he realizes it. 

“ I just.. got so caught up with it and everything, and it was finals for you Peter I thought… I mean I knew”

“ this is two weeks old!” He said giving back your phone with a gentle touch despite his anger. “ we had argued last night over this!”

“ you never even told me you had gotten into the police program!” He says and his words sting, you know your wrong, but what can you do? It was finals, he was stressed. That would be like telling your partner your pregnant after they expressed never wanting kids.

“I know Peter I’m sorry okay? I’m so sorry but I.. I knew i couldnt tell you yet I was waiting for a good time!”

“ was now not a good time?”

“ no!” “Why not?” He asked his hand going to rub the bridge of his nose as he waited for your answer, every second burning in his mind. 

“ you know why Peter! It was finals for you and I know how hard you work and I couldn’t bear to know you failed because you were to worried about me. And- and then with you passing, you were so so happy I couldn’t just.. crush you like that.” You said exhausted, your words each hurting more then the one before, he could tell it hurt you to know what you did and his eyes softened 

Peter let out a sigh and his shoulders relaxed but he looked to the side, he didn’t know if he’d cry or yell if he looked at you, but it was tearing him apart because.. he knew you had your right, you never even had to tell him really, it wasn’t his business and had nothing to do with him, but he wanted to keep you safe and that’s what’s hurt him the most because he can’t just spit it out and tell you why he wants you safe so bad. That it isn’t just you being a cop that scared him but the danger he brings you.

“ I..” he tried, not even able to move his mouth as fast as his thoughts are going. He’s thinking so many things, among them how bad he wants to yell and beg that you can’t do this, that’s it’s to much and New York will never ever be safe, no matter how many cops because Spider-Man will always bring someone they can’t handle. And humans are never fully good, and that balance isn’t possible, and as strong as you both are, two people cannot change the way the world works .

“ I can’t just accept that.” He said finally and he wants to cry at the sight of your eyes. The way that they softened but drooped, and the way your hand that was reaching to his arm flinched away. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore, hes sad and angry and defeated, and he wants to just cry at your feet and beg you to understand, but you can’t because you don’t know even the part that’s begging, because you don’t know Peter Parker is Spider-Man, and he just wants to keep you safe. 

“ Peter please-“

“ I’m just gonna.. go to aunt mays and think, okay? Okay.” He doesn’t wait for an answer, going to the kitchen and he can’t even look your way as he leaves, his gaze only on getting his apartment keys and wallet. And he wants to pause and Atleast tell you to make sure you don’t answer the door to strangers, or say he loves you, but he can’t bring himself to do it because he’s not strong enough to. 

He opens the door and almost takes a look back but with the little turn of his head he decides he can’t, and just leaves. And he knows you’re in the center of your apartment looking at him waiting for his sweet self to say something stupid he’d usually say, but you both know deep down it won’t be said, at least for tonight. Peter doesn’t want to think that, he doesn’t want to hurt you. 

He leaves the apartment, closing the door behind him and his hand shakes as he looks down at it holding the knob, his eyes widen and he realizes what just happened between you, how bad it was. He leans against the door and lets out a shaky breathe, closing his eyes tightly before he pushes himself off the door, he feels uneven and wobbly, like hurting you makes his body shut down. 

He starts to walk, out of the hall, out of the building and in the cold streets of New York, before he knows it he’s at the subway heading to his home in queens. He wants to be happy that he’s seeing aunt may, and a part of him is, he calls her Atleast  4 times a week and is happy to be with her, but his throat stings from holding back everything, and mays bound to notice.she always did, especially when it came to you, she tought him to speak to girls properly and how to tie a tie for a formal date. 

He can’t find it in himself to get past what happened and move forward, like he’s always tried to do. And he knows he can’t even if he tried, he also knows he’ll need to tell aunt may, either way he’s probably be able to get a reasonable answer from her.

It takes Peter about 20 minutes to get from your shared apartment to his childhood apartment. And he doesn’t care about what’s going on in the train because someone is always going on in the New York subway. He just sighs and closes his eyes as he sits, but then he opens them and looks down because he feels like an idiot. 

He’s trying to think of rainbows and puppies and stupid shit like that and not sob like a child over how sad you looked. He wants to text you but for his own sake he can’t handle speaking with you because he’s so sad and angry. He looks like a sad kicked puppy to the elderly lady next to him, and he honestly feels just a bit better when she offers him one of those strawberry granny candies, even thought he declines. 

After his small interaction with the women he realizes the train has stopped at the place he should be, and he quickly leaves, dodging people standing in the train and quickly walks thru the subway awkwardly, This route is his second nature. Between swinging in his window in the dead of night when no one would catch him to taking the train all the way home he knows where he’s going. By the patterns of concrete he walks himself to the apartment, his eyes darting around and reading every bright sign being carried in the night lights. To the point he reaches the apartment complex front doors to aunt mays front door is honestly a blur. 

Peter brings his hand to knock with a sigh. He has a key, but he doesn’t want to startle may, he’d feel even worse. It’s not long before she answers, and Peter can hear the moving and the stove being turned off, and he looks up when the door creaks open and there aunt may stands, smiling brightly and wiping her hands when she says her nephew.

“ Peter!” She says happily and hugs him, before she ushers him inside. Peter smiles at his aunt and appreciates her optimism as he always has. He leaves his phone at the table near the door, and locks the door with a little click. 

“ hi may..” he says with a gulp, and then may slowly turns to him, her smile dropping when she realizes his tone. Peter may not be as optimistic as most, but he’s happy usually, especially after you.

“ what’s wrong?” She rushes, cupping his cheeks and looking over him “ Spider-Man injury? College stress-?” She asks in a hurried tone as she checks his arms and face for injuries, and it makes Peter scoff with a smile he can’t hide.

“ I guess I can’t hide anything from you still.” 

“ you never could..” she trails off stepping away and putting her hands on her hips. She clicks her tongue and shakes her head, waving her hand for him to sit at the table, the same seat he always uses ever since he was a kid. “ I’ll get you the meatloaf I made” aunt may says going to the kitchen and Peter groans 

“ your still making that meatloaf..?” He sighs, hiding his head on his arm against the table as he hides a smile in his sleeve. He doesn’t really care about the meatloaf, but he’ll eat it.

May just rolls her eyes and brings him a plate and a fork and Peter feels like a little kid and smiles at her before she sits infront of him. She places her hands on the table as she sits “ so what’s wrong kid?” She says giving him a look.

Peter pauses and puts the fork down with a sigh, he opens his mouth but closes it again. He shakes his head and presses his palms into his closed eyes, rubbing them and trying to calm himself enough to explain properly “ I got in a argument with y/n..” he says finally and blows raspberries with a shake of his head 

May raises a eyebrow and does something of a double take. “ well..” she starts looking at the table before at him “ why did you argue? Was it your fault? Did you cheat- Peter did you-!” 

“ no no- may! God no of course not, I think I’d rather swing into a building then ever hurt her like that!” He says frantically, feeling guilty she even mentioned it, even tho he’s never even looked at another girl, you were all he thought about either way.  

“ and we argued because.. she got in the police program. And she never told me, I got mad and it had been two weeks! She said she didn’t want to stress me out and was waiting for a better day..I just.. I walked out.” He admits, and he wants to answer and say it was a misunderstanding, that it was no one’s fault, but he barely let you explain, and that was his fault. 

Aunt may is silent for a moment, her lips in a fine line and her eyebrows furrowed as she addressed him 

“ your angry at her for.. not telling you something, when you’ve been withholding the fact your Spider-Man for a year?”  She says finally, and Peter’s eyes widen and he raises a eyebrow before he leans his head down and inhales

Shit.

“ I.. I guess so.” He says shaking his head and realizes he’s a fucking asshole, and a hypocrite, to make matters worse.. “ but.. Spider-Man and cops are completely different and if she knew I was Spider-Man I could put her in so much danger! Cops are different because I can just fight my way out of danger- not that she can’t fight, but still!” He starts to ramble and may waves her hand in a motion signaling him to stop and he pauses 

“ still your lying to her Peter.” She says flatly and shakes her head at him, trying to get him to understand exactly what she’s saying. “ she had her reasons and so do you but a year is a lot different then two weeks, and she was still gonna tell you. When we’re you gonna tell her your Spider-Man?” 

He pauses again and realizes her words, and he feels like the worst person ever. He crumbled into the seat, looking at the untouched meatloaf that was now getting cold and he swears it was looking at him disappointed too. He moves his arm sleeve down, looking at his red and blue suit that he always has on, and shakes his head standing up.

“ I need to fix this. I need to talk to her, apologize and.. stop lying to her. Hopefully she doesn’t hate me, thank you may, thanks as always” he says frantically and looks around for his phone before he realizes it’s at the front. He darts to hug may where she’s sitting, squeezing her softly and shutting his eyes before pulling away 

Aunt may smiles and shakes her head “ you better make up for it, for as long as it takes.” She says  and she watches Peter run to his room. Dragging off his jacket and tugging at his suit. She shakes her head again, she’s gonna text you later and tell embarrassing spiderman stories. After the conformation that Peter told you, of course. 

Peter closes the door and quickly checks his phone barely, but he pauses. He had a odd look when he looks back

Three missed calls: 

Y/n 💌

Hes confused and rightfully worried, were you ready to talk? No… maybe something happened? He feels immense dread and he just feels that something is wrong. He quickly taps your contact and holds his phone to his ear, waiting to hear you again, not angry, or trying to explain yourself, but just.. you. 

“Hello! This is y/n, i didn’t reach your call.. unfortunately i might be busy, or my phones dead, or you know.. something! I’ll be sure to call you as sure I can, bye bye”

 He inhales sharply when you don’t answer and h quickly types to leave a voicemail. Trying not to sound to nervous, maybe you just didn’t want to talk anymore, it’s his fault for not answering anyway. But still he can’t help but worry as the dial signals for him to speak 

“ hello? I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call, I was talking to may.. I’ll tell her you said hi.” He starts, trying to figure out what to say without sounding stupid and nervous “ I.. I know you might not want to talk to me but, I’m sorry, I can fix this I swear. Just… just please talk to me okay? Call me back please.. I love you.” He says before ending the call. And praying to god you answer. 

But he knows deep in his heart something was wrong. Three calls in the span of a minute? That’s odd.. were you in danger? Did he.. put you in danger? He has to check, because your not answering.

In worry he impulsively strips down his day clothes, leaving him just in his spider suit in the center of his room. He checks his phone one more time, and thinks. Are you at the apartment? Maybe…but then he realizes he can just check your location, this idiot.. 

he takes his phone out almost dropping it in the process and checks 6 minutes ago your location says, that’s odd…  but still he has an idea. Peter slips his phone in his suit pocket and puts on his mask, praying you’ll be okay as he swings out the window.

Peter hears nothing but his raging thoughts and the wind blowing in his ears harshly, snow falling around him in the winter night as he heads to the area, a fast food store, he wanted to smile that you were still hungry after the arguments, I mean you never got to finish the cookies as far as he knew. 

It’s not long until he’s reaching the area you’re in, for his luck it’s more so in between the area of mays and your apartment, it only takes him about 10 minutes, probably less. The small lot at the corner sorounded by apartments, and a little diner at the other corner. He’s honestly a bit creeped out, the lot has two lights near the street , that creak as snow fall. The liquor store lights are on, and the lights have the yellowish color he’d usually find comforting, but now it fills him with dread.

It’s too silent when he looks around, sticking onto the top of the street light and quickly glancing around. For now, his senses aren’t saying anything, which he doesn’t know if he should be happy about.  His gaze falls onto the sound of something dropping and his senses slightly go off, the hairs on his arms going up with dread running through his veins.

He quickly swings to the buildings roof and his senses start to go off. Ringing and loud in his ear, but he’s confused, he doesn’t see anything? For seeing nothing his senses are going off in a crazy way, his body telling him something’s wrong, the ringing that usually helped him when he needed it now making him feel like his skin was going to rip at any movement. 

“Please just, let me go alright? I haven’t done anything wrong!” 

“Sweetheart…. Come on~….” 

Peter perks up and his eyes widen in horror as he sees the sight before him, you holding your purse close to your chest and shaking, you haven’t dried up tears, which he assumes has to do with him. Three men are surrounding you giggling and slurring slightly, one is holding a bottle, half filled and slushing around by his odd movements. Another has nothing on him, his hands on his sides and he’s sniffling to try and not drip snout as he looks over you, he doesn’t seem to pose real danger, but he’s still a man nonetheless. 

The last is what truly worries him, and makes his blood boil. The man is built taller, and stronger, a bit of sloppy muscle on his arms, and he’s grinning hands reaching out for you, and his fingers flopping around to scare.

“ why don’t you just… come closer cutie?” The third man slurs, and walks closer, and Peter lets out a shaky breathe when he sees you tense up and try and push yourself against the wall, and away from him

Your not trained for this,Cop or not! You barely got accepted, training hasn’t started, and either way your not applying to be a real cop, not on field anyway, your applying to work in a damn lab and figure out things there. Sure your gonna be at crime scenes, but that’s after anyone bad has already been arrested. 

“ I said-“ the man slurs, starting to walk up to close, but he’s cut off a gasp and then a loud groan from him as his face is kicked against the wall, and a web is sprayed onto his back, Spider-Man lands on the man’s back against the wall, making him yell out as he cracks atleast 3 ribs. 

The other man let out scared sounds and back up, and you try to back up more, out of the way and you see Spider-Man look back at you. Everytime you’ve seen Spider-Man on the news, he was always described as a friendly neighborhood savior… but this isn’t what he seems like. He’s beating up people around him and you know deep down he’s trying to save you, but it’s still scary to see. 

Your stuck in your own head as Spider-Man’s fists and kicks reach the men, banging them against the wall and hurdling at them with no mercy. Their screaming and crying out before a web is slapping there mouth shut, now just low cries falling out of their mouths. It’s only when you let out a shaky sob does Spider-Man turn, and he stills, his fingers shaky, as if that sound in itself has hurt him to his core. 

Peter reaches out and cups your cheeks, but he realizes he’s Spider-Man right now, and quickly puts them on your shoulder. He clears his throat and uses that stupidly obvious and chipped fake voice “a-are you alright ma’am..?” he tries to keep his voice clear but he stutters it out and he feels like an idiot for doing that he’s supposed to be making you feel safe protecting me like he always does but right now he feels like he he’s crumbling and he’ll never be able to do that especially not now when he left and he put you in danger.

You turn your head and you look around, not answering him nor meeting his gaze. Peter half expect this, you’re scared you’ve just been attacked, but it’s appeared still and the fact that you won’t look at him scares him so much and he has to keep reminding himself that he’s Spider-Man. he’s not Peter Parker.

Peter‘s gaze quickly dashes to the three men. One is crumbled on the floor, his hand web to the wall at an odd angle. It looks like it hurts. The second man’s nose is bleeding and he’s leaning against the wall. His body is unconscious and he’s fairly moving. The only thing you can see is the moving of his chest as it rise and falls with each breath that he takes. The last and the worst of the bunch is Webb to the wall slightly off the floor, which is thanks to the fact that Peter kicked him towards the wall before quickly slinging his webs at him, a web is on his right hand, his left hand and his mouth. His legs are dangling and he’s trying to move around, and all it does is annoy peter.

Peter tries to think the best he can, but all he can think about is the fact that he’s put you in this well honestly,he really hasn’t.. but he left and he’ll never stop blaming himself for that. He doesn’t know what to tell you because he can’t say it to you now, you don’t know that it’s Peter. He quickly looks back to all the criminals surrounding him. Three but still one is unconscious. The one is awake and the other he’s not even sure anymore. He knows he needs to get you out of here. It’s a dark alley. It’s late at night and these three men are still here. He’ll leave them webbed up and can call the police later. Right now, he needs to help you.

“ can I… i make sure you get home..?” He asks in a hushed whisper, still trying to make his voice sound deep, and his eyes soften when you nod softly after a few seconds. He doesn’t know what he’ll say when you get home, or if he’ll leave, act like him and Spider-Man are best friends tomorrow and say he told him what happened and comfort you. He thinks back to Ned’s words, about how Peter has been lying this whole time, and he realizes what his answer is.

The walk is silent, and Spider-Man is on high alert, staying close to you throughout  the whole 10 minute time. Darting his head around, even tho his senses aren’t going off, but he can’t trust them anymore anyway. It’s not long before your at you and Peter’s shared apartment. For your own privacy ( even tho he literally lived there…) he turns around when you open the door, trying to be Atleast a bit respectful when your still a bit shook by everything. He can tell by the way your hands fumble with the keys, and how your shoulders are still tense, and it’s enough to make Peter completely change his mind about leaving. 

When you walk in the door you nod at Spider-Man, offering a small thanks, and your eyes widen at his actions. His fists clench before he’s walking forward and walking in with you, and your a bit scared when he shuts the door. 

“ Spider-Man-?” You begin, backing up a bit, scared he was just gonna take advantage of you. Spiderman walks closer and puts his hands on his mask and pulling it up, and off his face. Your  eyes widen at the sight of the boy in front of you, not a hero, not a vigilante who just beat the shit out of three men in an alley, but your boyfriend Peter. 

“ I’m sorry I’m sorry.. please I’m so so sorry-‘!” He begins cupping your cheeks, his brown eyes meeting you instead of the white of his mask. His pupils are blown wide is apology and fear, fear that you’d hate him, for lying and letting you be in that situation. He stares at you his eyes never leaving yours as he lets out shaky breathes.

He lowers his head and adjusts his stance shaking his head slightly “ I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry baby I swear i didn’t.. I didn’t think you’d leave the house after we fought-! I-… I thought you’d be safe even for just a bit.. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so stupid god..” he rambles on frantically. In a daze of sorrow and fear. 

It isn’t until you lay a shaky hand on his collar that he looks up and his breathe hitches. He watches as you look over him, your calmer then him now, and you would think he was the one who just was in a life or death situation. He’s confused, and it’s written all over his face when you just hold onto the stretchy hold of his suit and don’t say a word just staring, running your thumb  over the material, feeling the ridges of the material 

“ y-your… Spider-Man,Peter?” You ask and he realizes that your not worried about you now, but him, and he can swell that your eyes hold so many things, confusion, focus, sadness.. a bit of anger.

He’s quick to explain “ shit… wait wait-! I swear I can explain!-“ hes cut off as you shake your head with a breatheless laugh 

“ were you.. hiding it from me?” 

He can’t even figure out if your tone is angry or not, but he starts again “ I’m sorry I’m sorry! I thought… I thought if you didn’t know you’d be safe.. I’m so fucking stupid. I’m sorry, you were still in danger..god, why didn’t I tell you? Why didn’t I tell you..?” Peter rambles, talking to himself more then he is to you, looking down and still holding your cheeks, his eyes meeting the floor and only sometimes darting to your hold on him, watching if you change your mind and let him go. 

When you sigh, your mouth closed and your eyes shutting, Peter thinks it’s over for him now. You’ll hate him, tell him your leaving and you can’t be with him, if he’s a liar and if he’s Spider-Man, which he’s both of. 

“ look at me Peter.” You said softly, your words kind but stern, and Peter listens immediately. His eyes flutter when you rest your forehead against his, and inhale shakily. He raises a eyebrow 

“ your not angry.?” He whispers, his voice cracking 

“ oh I’m angry, I’m so angry, you idiot.” He winces at that. “ but…I can’t say I don’t understand why you did it.. it makes sense and I know you were trying to protect me Peter, and you did.” You whisper gently, your tone truthful, angry and loving all in one sentence. 

He lets out a broken laugh of relief “ you promise? Your not playing with me? Do you not care?” He asks and you click your tongue, pulling away with a smile. 

“ Peter I do care, I’m so mad at you, your gonna spend the rest of your fucking life making up for this shit..” you sigh and he nods like a happy puppy. 

“ okay! That’s fine, yeah.. that’s understandable” he nods alone and blushes as you grab his hand leading him over to th kitchen 

“ now let me check your wounds, liar” you sigh and he gasps 

“ what-! Also, I’m not injured, they didn’t even get one hit on me” 

“ you still go out every night and do superhero stuff.. you probably have cuts you don’t even know how to properly stitch.” 

He winces and bites the inside of his tongue when you make it to the kitchen, watching and leaning against the counter as you get a kit from above th fridge, an odd place but.. it didn’t matter “ …does that mean you have to redo stitches..? Because if so-“

“ will you just shut up for a second, and let me do this Pete?” You grumble, opening the box with a click! 

“Okay sorry sorry..” he nods backing away from the stitching in your hands like a cat and standing up tall at the unimpressed look you give him. 

“ come here, you liar..” you say nodding him over

“ hey! We were liars.”  “ maybe we were.. but your Spiderman.” 

“ I love you.” He says suddenly, his head lowered as he stares at the floor and your a bit dumbfound, but you still smile.

“ I love you to… even tho your a big old liar, ugh I’m never letting that go.” 

“ I know..” peter grumbles, but he lifts his head and his voice lowers “ we’ll talk about everything.. tomorrow right..?” He says hopefully.  

“ yeah we will.” You confirm, and Peter smiles, knowing he still has a pretty good damn chance of saving things, and keep his pretty girlfriend in his arms.