Summary: You find yourself in an unusual situation when your favorite superhero is passed out in the alley behind your house.
A/n: So this is my first Spiderman fic. It takes place around Spiderman Homecoming. Definitely before Infinity War. Feedback is super appreciated! Thinking of writing a part two. Hope you enjoy and thanks so much for reading!!!! 😊
The crowd cheered as Spiderman stumbled back into a nearby alley where he hid his backpack. It was then that his body ached and a sudden overwhelming exhaustion hit him as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
When Peter nodded back into reality he was no longer outside. With his eyes barely cracked open, he glanced around to see he appeared to be in a small living area. His legs were prompt up while his body sunk into what appeared to be someone's couch. Probably the most alarming thing was his suit was off. Peter wanted to panic but his spidey sense let him know someone was coming. So he shut his eyes to better assess the situation.
You walked over to him and sat down on the edge of the nearby coffee table and placed a small bag of ice on his side. He flinched at the chill and you wondered if he was awake. After all, his mask still covered his face and you couldn't see his eyes.
"Spiderman?" you whispered.
But the toned superhero remained silent. A small sigh left your lips as you continued to tend to him.
Was it a little unusual to take your favorite superhero into your house, take off his suit, and tend to his wounds?
But you couldn't help yourself. As you were taking out the trash of your apartment, Spiderman was right in front of you. To your surprise, he dropped like a fly. Out of nowhere, he slumped to the ground. You had just finished watching some of the footage of his recent fight, and you had to assume his body just couldn't take anymore.
So you grabbed his hands and did your best to drag him inside where he was safe from villains. Once inside you placed him on your couch. Maybe he just needed to rest? But you tapped lightly on his chest wondering if he could gain consciousness. His suit lost its form and became extremely baggy.
You gasped, frantically trying to tap back on the spot that cause it to change. Unfortunately, you had no luck. But Spiderman seemed to wince under your taps. Your heart sank as you gently rolled his collar down to see dark purple bruising. As the cloth continued down, there were gashes and blood. Logically you decided to slip the suit off and treat his wounds the best you could. Spiderman was your hero, the least you could do was give him a little first aid.
Leaving his side you walked to your mother's closet. On the top shelf was a first aid kit. You stretched up on your tiptoes to reach just barely grabbing the handle. Pulling it to your side you returned to Spiderman. You kneeled next to him on the floor assessing his wounds. To your surprise they looked a lot better in the thirty seconds you were gone. The bleeding had stopped and wounds were scabbing over. Those dark purple bruised were turning shades of blue and green.
Maybe Spiderman didn't need medical attention. He just needed a safe place to heal. So you left his side to return your mother's kit. This time as you returned to him you brought him a small bag of ice.
You tried not to stare at his body but you were definitely relieved to see he had a pair of boxers underneath his suit. Still, you glanced up at his mask giving the presumably sleeping hero a smirk.
The temptation to take a peek was overwhelming but you kept yourself in check. It was his secret. He chose to keep his identity hidden for a reason. You chose to respect that. It was a small price to pay as this man kept your city safe.
Subconsciously you began to run a finger down his wrist and up to his forearm. It was meant to be soothing but you screamed when the hand grabbed your wrist.
"Shhhhh!" was the first sound to come from him.
He began to sit up and groaned a little when he did. You nervously froze waiting for him to release you. Mentally, you had to remind yourself he was the good guy. There was nothing to be afraid of.
"Where am I and what happened to my suit?" he asked frantically while his grip on your wrist relaxed.
You pulled your hand away to point at his suit which was neatly folded at the end of the couch. Meanwhile, your tongue was tied. Peter noticed your eyes were as wide as saucers and that you were no threat to him. Actually the more he looked you over, you seemed familiar.
"Okay. Hushhhhh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you…. What's your name?" he tried to backtrack.
You stuttered as you announced your name. He seemed to pause but you tried to explain the situation to him. He nodded as he stood to dress in his suit once again. With ease, he found the magic button that zipped the suit into something skin tight.
"Ummm. Thank you for your hospitality. But I should be leaving…" he excused himself glancing around for a door.
For some reason, you didn't want him to leave. You were dying to know more. Maybe just ask a question or two. Something to make this feel like it wasn't just a daydream.
"Wait!" you panicked a bit too loud, "uh… please don't go if you're still injured. Maybe I could make you some lunch?"
As the words stumbled out of your mouth you felt awkward. You wondered how lame could you possibly be? Spiderman didn't want you to make him lunch. How would he eat through the mask anyway?
"Um. Alright. I guess there's no harm in staying…" he announced.
It was phrases like that which you wished you could see his face. Was he genuine? How serious was he? But you took what you could as he sat back down on the couch. You sat at the other end trying not to stare too much.
The two of you both turned at the same time as a jumble of both of you talking stopped as quickly as it started. An awkward chuckle from both of you as you waited for the other person to talk.
Finally, he turned to you and asked, "Did you… take off my mask?"
Immediately you shook your head. You weren't surprised he asked. No doubt many people would. But you respected Spiderman. You couldn't break that rule without his permission.
"I honestly would never. That's your secret to share with the people you chose."
He nodded feeling a sense of security. It was nice to know that was a line of trust. Meanwhile, you pretty much undressed him from the neck down, but you had good intentions.
"So. Are you hungry? ...you don't have to stay… I don't know. I just wanted this to feel real. If that makes any sense. So I know I wasn't dreaming…" you babble not feeling the same sense of ease Spiderman was.
He nodded seeming to understand but he didn't stand. Instead, he drummed his fingers on his thigh a moment as he seemed to be in thought. For whatever reason, it seemed to make you nervous. What was he going to do? The man behind the mask was so mysterious. Not what you expected from Spiderman at all, but in his defense, he had a long day.
"Sorry… this is weird. You can go. I'm sure you want to recovery with your family or whatever," you began to babble again as if you couldn't control yourself.
He shook his head slightly, "no one's home right now. I guess it's kind of nice to be with someone for a change."
Your stomach was doing flips. Were you about to hang out with your favorite superhero? Internally you screamed but you tried to keep a calm external appearance. But he stood and headed towards the door. Your shoulders deflated as your hopes were crashing.
"I'm going to grab my bag… I sort of leave it in the alley. We could order a pizza? My treat since you took me in," he explained as he walked out the door.
It shut behind him and you were dancing slightly. Spiderman was going to buy you a pizza. Cool. But as the door jarred open, you brought yourself back to a composed look. A small backpack slung over his one shoulder while his handheld out a phone.
He looked so young suddenly. Like maybe someone your age? But you shook your head at the thought. It wasn't like Spiderman was going to be carrying around a giant gym bag with his suit.
"What do you like on your pizza?" he called to you pulling you from your train of thought.
You shrugged stating you'd be fine with whatever. He nodded and handed you the phone with a phone number ready go dial. Quizzical you glanced back at him.
"Could you order? I can't really say who I am and I can't really say the order is for Spiderman ..."
You took the phone from him and hit the call button. A man on the other end answered "Joe's Pizza". He instructed you what to order. Apparently, it would be there soon. Your eyes darted to the suited figure eyeing your movie collection.
"Ah man. You've got all of the Star Wars movies!"
Alright. Spiderman liked Star Wars. So you offered to watch one. He quickly grabbed The Empire Strikes Back. The two of you returned to the couch at your opposite ends. Oddly enough it felt comfortable like you were with a friend.
Spiderman's biggest secret? He was a huge dork. Quietly under his breath, he'd recite lines before the actors would. He also became extremely hyped when a great scene would come on. It made you giggle. He seemed like someone who would fit right in with your group of friends.
The doorbell rang and he turned to you hoping you'd grab it as he handed you a card. He paused for a minute holding it into his hand.
"Please don't look at the name on it?"
You crossed your heart as you held out your hand. He chuckled a little as he released the card with Aunt May's name on it. It was encouraging how much trust he was giving you.
As you returned with a large box, he paused for a moment. Here was another bit of trust he'd have to relinquish. He rolled the bottom of his mask up so he could eat. You glanced over to see his jawline. It was sharp and your eyes followed it to his chin and up to his lips.
Why did it seem so intimate? He was showing you a bit of your face. Maybe because you were now apart of a tiny group of people who saw Spiderman's face… well… his lower face.
He had grabbed a piece of pizza and began to nibble but could feel your eyes on him. Swallowing his current bite he turned to you.
"Sorry I didn't mean to stare…" you apologized quickly with a faint blush on your checks.
Now you could notice his lips quirk up into an amused smirk. Your heart fluttered slightly but you quickly scolded yourself mentally. Another guy already stole your heart. You weren't supposed to be falling for someone else. Especially someone so… unattainable.
"It's alright. I get it," he mumbled as he took another bite of pizza.
It left you feeling uneasy. Was he getting the wrong idea?
"I have a boyfriend," you lied.
Spiderman choked on his pizza a little. He glanced back to you wondering what was going on.
"Oh. Okay?" he nodded softly.
It was then you realized how much worse you made things. Why did you say that? It wasn't like he was even hitting on you.
"I mean… I don't… but I just want to be friends. But there is this guy…"
The silence between you lingers. He doesn't even continue to eat. Instead, he sat there awkwardly, pizza in hand, wondering how the two of you got here.
"uh… can we start over?" you struggle to backtrack.
He can't help but laugh slightly to himself. Peter didn't interact with many people as Spiderman… at least not on this level. So he brushed off your random outburst as nerves.
"Yeah. We can be friends. If you can keep a promise…"
You turned back to him and nodded eagerly. Were you really about to become friends with Spiderman? This had to be a dream.
"Anything," you prompted him to continue.
He bit his lip for a moment as if he was choosing his words carefully. Your eyes were locked on his lips while your heart was pounding. The suspense was killing you.
"...you can't ask who I am… or try to figure it out… it's not safe."
His words were firm. For the first time, his voice was stern and maybe an octave deeper? But you agreed, understanding how much he was entrusting you with.
Once it was confirmed that you wouldn’t try to figure him out, a toothy smile appeared on his face. It was vaguely familiar but you shook the idea from your mind. Spiderman was cute, but not a good option for a boyfriend. So you put him in the friend zone mentally. Spiderman. Your new friend. That seemed pretty sweet.
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You sat there on your window ledge. Maybe it was a little dangerous as you glanced three stories down at the cement but you just continued to keep your eyes on the moon. Living in the city meant it was almost impossible to see stars but the moon was still visible. Tonight it was especially full and bright. Your mind was swimming as you replayed today's event in your head. It was hard to choke down rejection from your crush but you just tried to brush it off.
"What are you doing?" a voice called next to you.
It startled you enough that you felt yourself slipping from the ledge. An arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you back into your room. The two of you fell back into a small cushioned bench you had pushed up to your window while your legs dangled out the window.
Breath caught in your throat, you tried not to make too much of a fuss as your mother was sure to come barging in. Red and black with white lenses met your face up close. While your heart raced from your near catastrophe, you sighed realizing your favorite hero came to your rescue… though he was also the cause of your near fall… but that's beside the point.
"Are you alright?" he asked helping you sit upright, "what were you doing on a window ledge?"
You glanced down at the floor trying to hide your previous moping. Spiderman had more important things to worry about than your crush who crushed you today.
"Uh, the moon is just really beautiful tonight. I was trying to get a better view…" you halfheartedly admitted.
Maybe he could see the gloom in your eyes as he didn't say much else. He just glanced back out the window.
"Umm, you shouldn't sit on your window ledge alone. It isn't safe. But if you want, I could stay here to make sure you don't fall..."
You smirked realizing the irony of the situation. It wasn't often you sat on your ledge but you certainly never slipped before someone decided to show up a scare you. Nevertheless, you appreciated the offer.
"Are you sure? Don't you have crime to fight? I don't want to take up your time," you mumbled hoping he wouldn't change his mind.
It had been a month since you last saw him. You were starting to wonder what the whole "friends" terms entailed. Two days after you brought Spiderman into your home he somehow snuck a small white chrysanthemum on your desk with a small tag attached. The tag had the words thank you printed with a small spiderman logo next to it. It was sweet despite how you wondered how he got into your house again… which you later realized you didn't lock your window. But that was it. Radio silence until now.
So Spiderman offering to hang out on your window ledge with you definitely had you shaking with excitement. You almost forgot about your day momentarily. Because Spiderman was worried about you sitting on your window ledge alone. Now he was on his patrol but more worried about you.
You sighed waiting for his response as he thought for a moment. He shook his head slightly as he offered you his hand. Taking it, you felt how smooth his suit was. Your hand wanted to linger and honestly, he didn't stop you. The two of you sat side by side on the ledge of your small window. His thigh sat right next to yours as he held your hand, fingers interlaced.
There was a sense of comfort and security you hadn't realized you needed. Feeling rather comfortable without so much as a word, you lean your head on his shoulder. But there was the small sigh next to you that piqued your curiosity. Sure his face was masked, leaving your ability to read him at a strong disadvantage, but he radiated sorrow. Maybe misery loved company as the two of you were sighing messes.
"What's on your mind?" you wondered aloud hoping he'd take the bait.
He paused for a moment which made you wonder if you were crossing a line. But you let the silence linger only to be broken with another sigh.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your night," he apologized rubbing the back of his neck.
You shake your head slightly giving his hand a small squeeze, "Not at all. Everyone has problems. I'm sure as Spiderman, it's hard to find someone to listen, but I'm all ears."
He chuckles a little as you hit it spot on. There were so few people that knew he was Spiderman. Pretty much just Ned, Happy, and Mr. Stark. Mr. Stark and Happy really didn’t understand. He couldn't talk to them. As for Ned, he got caught up in the pros of superpowers and fighting crime. Sure he tried to understand but all in all, he always failed to see eye to eye.
So Spiderman sighed and decided to let a little off on Y/N. She seemed trustworthy enough. It was only a couple weeks ago that she pulled him out of an alley and into her home to fix some wounds. Amazingly enough, she didn't unmask him. So if there was one person he really trusted, as Spiderman, it was Y/N.
"Well. Recently I've been a little lonely. I just feel when I'm not Spiderman all I should be doing is helping people. But I'm stuck with my day to day life obligations. Yet, when I'm Spiderman that doesn't quite feel right either. It's like something's missing," he explained leaning his head on yours.
His feelings boggled your mind. Sure Spiderman wasn't always Spiderman but you wondered what his life was like as a civilian. He seemed pretty young. Definitely in his twenties or younger. But you shook the idea from your mind and tried to focus on the root of his problems.
"...I thought maybe if I was a part of the Avengers that would feel right because I'd have this group of people just like me, but no one's really likes me. They always see me as… inexperienced… I guess you could say. I just want a place I feel like I'm meant to be."
Spiderman let out another heavy sigh as he continued to lean on you. It was nice to get that off his chest. For so long he kept it to himself unsure of who to tell but now that it was out there, it gave him just a small bit of peace.
"You know…" you began trying to muster up your best advise, "...maybe you need to let your expectations down a little."
Spiderman lifted his head off yours. You sounded completely crazy. How was he supposed to lower his expectations? He was Spiderman. He needed to do it all.
"I know I sound crazy but hear me out," you tried to explain, "When you're not Spiderman you feel guilty that you aren't doing more. But you have obligations, so let Ironman or someone else take care of it. When you are Spiderman you do an amazing job saving people. Yet you don't fit in with the other heroes… just be yourself. If they like you, cool. If they don't, maybe you'll save their life or something and then they will owe you one. But you're always welcome here and you're my favorite superhero so I hope that counts for something…"
You stumble over that last phase a little hoping that confessing it would cheer him up. Spiderman turned to you to see if you were serious. Maybe he noticed the slight blush on your cheeks, so he had to press on.
"Why is that?" he prided hoping for just a little more detail.
His voice was a little higher but he cleared it a few times to try to hide it. This made you giggle and glance away for a moment.
"Well, you're the friendly neighbor Spiderman. If I'm walking home alone at night. I just feel safe. It's not like the Hulk or Thor watch out for civilians like you do," you confessed.
Spiderman nodded taking in your words as they opened a new perspective for him. He gave your hand a small squeeze as he muttered a small thanks and explaining how he was glad the two of you were friends.
The two of you sat there just appreciating each other's company. The moonlight left you looking paler and highlighted your somber expression. Sure you were glad you were no longer alone but you didn't know how you were going to go to school tomorrow after what happened today.
"Is something on your mind? Don't tell me it's that guy again," Spiderman whispered softly not really wanting to break the silence but far too curious to shut up.
You hummed softly as you were lost in thought but a gloved hand softly pressed at the tensed space between your brows. Embarrassed you turned away slightly to put on a forced smile. But it didn't seem to really work.
"You can talk about it if you want. I've been told I'm a pretty good listener," he encouraged.
You bit your lip wanting to spill your guts but didn't know if letting things out was for the best. Secretly you were more curious about the fact he remembered. Was he just teasing you? You tried to be vague to see where that would lead.
"I just… embarrassed myself today as school… and yeah it had to do with that guy..."
Spiderman nodded waiting for you to continue. As he stated before, he was a good listener and he genuinely wanted to hear you out.
The silence was killing you so you let out a little more, "My friend convinced me it was a good idea to talk to him… ask him to the school dance… because I would always have the excuse to go as a group if I chickened out… she's good friends with him and his best friend… but uh… things didn't go as planned."
Spiderman could feel how sensitive the topic was. The way you began to twist your ankles as they pointed down towards the ground. Your face flushed the more you detailed you became. To top it all off, you couldn't even look at him. You head was no longer on his shoulder but instead, it was tilted down towards the ground staring at your feet.
He gave your hand a small squeeze, "Did you lose your confidence? I can't imagine anyone telling you no."
Inside Spiderman did wonder who this mystery guy was. The two of you actually went to the same school. There was a very likely chance he knew him. Maybe as Peter, he could push things along. Be your wingman.
"I guess you could say that.... when I asked him if he was going he told me he was busy…"
Heat rushed to your face as the moments replayed in your head. Guys who wanted to go to the dance with a girl asked the girl. They would jump at the question and look excited. Instead, this boy's eyes were distant like he wasn’t really paying attention to a word you were saying.
"Maybe he was busy. Did he give you any type of reason?" Spiderman pushed on hopefully.
Your gut ached as you repeated his words, "He said he was busy with his Stark Internship."
Peter's eyes widen and he almost slipped off the ledge before remembering to keep his cool. Peter knew the Stark Internship was fictionally made up to tell his Aunt May and peers around him. There was no way this was coming from someone else. His throat began to dry.
"Oh since he knows Tony Stark maybe you know him too? His name is Peter Parker…" you mumbled trying to justify his reaction.
Peter Parker. Of course, he knew Peter Parker. The only idiot in school that a girl would try to ask him out and he'd completely not even pay attention. Peter tried to replay the moment over in his head but all he could remember was getting a call from Happy which had his mind swimming. Sure it turned out to be a butt dial but he didn't know that then. He was in full action mode. Looking for a way to skip class and go find his mission.
"Uh, Peter… um sure… I think I've seen him once or twice," he cleared his throat while looking away.
You didn't understand the sudden change in body language but maybe he knew something about Peter you didn't. But the idea that Peter had a dark side seemed ridiculous.
"Yeah. Peter's really super genius smart. He's also kind and funny. I don't think many people see him that way but… I think no one really takes the time to get to know him…" you babble losing yourself in a dream state for a moment.
"So you know him pretty well?" Spiderman interrupts sounding slightly shocked.
From what Peter could remember the two of you never hung out alone and only maybe hung out with friends two maybe three times. How did she know so much about him?
"Uh… not really. I guess you could say I'm observant. We run in the same circle of friends. But I'd like to get to know him better," you blush trying to reason things out in your mind.
Maybe Spiderman was right. You didn't really know Peter. It was quite possible that he wasn't everything you thought he was. But the little bubble of perfection that Peter lived in your head seemed unpoppable. So there had to be something wrong with you.
"Well, there you go," Spiderman announced claiming to find the root source, "He just doesn't know you well enough."
You chewed on the answer wondering how plausible it was. Peter never really said more than a few words to you. So maybe asking him to the dance wasn't a step in the right direction but more of a leap. Too large of a leap to be truly obtainable.
"Maybe…" you mumbled softly.
Suddenly you noticed the hand Spiderman was holding was rather moist. Embarrassed, you struggled away to wipe it on your leg. You laughed awkwardly and apologized. Little did you know, most of that sweat was coming from Spiderman himself.
"Y/N!" your mother called from the living room.
Your heart raced as you glanced back to Spiderman. He held one finger up to where his mouth would be and with his other hand helped you back into your room. Your legs slipped back over the ledge as he slowly closed the window.
As it was almost shut you whispered back to him, "Thanks for keeping me company Spiderman."
He heard you call back to your mother as you walked towards the bedroom door. His heart sank a little as he whispered back you're welcome which no one heard but him. Seeing you clear out of sight, he lightly banged his head up against the brick wall.
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