Baran Al-Hashimi x Spiderman! Reader
Part 2! Read part 1 here.
Description: Keeping true to their word, Reader visits Baran after her shift.
Warnings: None, Just fluff :)
A/N: I’M ALIVE!!! Sooo I just finished up my college finals and now I’m able to write again! I had already written this before finals came but I didn’t like that version, so I completely re-did it...I like this so much better. I hope you do too!! Please enjoyyyy!!
You remembered the first time you met Baran. She wasn’t like the precise, put-together attending she was today. In fact, quite the opposite. You were walking to your next class with your headphones on when someone bumped into you. Books were everywhere as the girl fell to the floor, and when you looked to see who it was, your breath was taken away. She wasn’t much different back then than she is now. She still had those same flawless curls and those big brown doe eyes that you quickly learned you couldn’t say no to.
“Ohmygosh I’m so sorry-” Those words shook you out of your daze and you quickly knelt, picking up the books. “Don’t sweat it.” You cut her off with a smile as you stood up and held out your hand for her to take. “I’m Y/F/N.” You added as you pulled her to her feet. “Baran Al-Hashimi…” She responds, her voice soft. You glanced down at the books in your hand and held them out for her, to which her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and she mumbled a thank you as she took them. You chuckled and nudged her playfully. “It was nice meeting you Baran. Hopefully the next time I see you won’t be by bumping into you.” You winked before walking off to your class.
The next time you saw her that day was a few hours later in your anatomy class. When you walked in, you spotted her…she was in the seat in front of you. You paused. How come you never noticed her before? Sliding into your seat, you tapped her shoulder with your pencil, a grin on your face. “Fancy seeing you here, Baran.” You said when she glanced behind her. Her eyes widened a bit when she registered who you were and she smiled. “I didn’t realize you were in this class.” She said as she turned around fully to face you. You just shrugged. “We never had a reason to interact until now.” The two of you had talked until the bell rang and your teacher began his lecture. You tried paying attention, but your mind kept drifting off; it was a miracle you were passing the class. You glanced at Baran and the notes that she was taking. They were organized, each section color-coded. By the time class was over, you had missed all of the key points and mumbled something about hating anatomy, which got Baran’s attention. She looked back at you and noticed you didn’t write anything down, so she slid her notebook onto your desk. “Take a picture to copy them down…and if you don’t understand anything, I can help you.” Baran says, her cheeks pink but a shy smile on her face. You felt yours go red as well, but you did as she said and nodded. After that day you and Baran would spend hours together. She’d help you in anatomy and then you guys would talk about anything and everything. You’d often drag her to different places you wanted to take pictures of, your love for photography always shining around her.
You remembered the day you got bit. It had changed…well, everything. With the powers you got, the responsibility…it was hard, trying to find a balance. You had slowly distanced yourself from Baran. Yes you two still hung out, but not nearly as often as before. Then in college, it became almost nonexistent. Baran went off to pursue medical school while you tackled biology- or you tried to. At some point, being Spider-Man and going to college became too much. You basically disappeared for years while you focused on fighting crime.
It was only recently that you put yourself out there again and became a freelance photographer. You never felt ready, unable to find a healthy balance until you got older, more mature. Though you often thought about what you could’ve done if you had continued college back then, if you hadn’t been bitten.
Now present day, you were lying on the edge of a roof, watching the minutes tick by towards the end of the day. You caught a few troublemakers, but otherwise it was a quiet day. You couldn’t stop thinking about Baran, so maybe it was a blessing that you weren’t really needed.
You let out a huff as you sat up, taking in the city below you. Your eyes landed on a floral shop a few blocks away. A smile appeared on your face, you didn’t want to show up empty-handed, and flowers seemed perfect to bring to Baran. Standing up, you turned your back to the edge of the building and closed your eyes, feeling air rush past you as you let gravity take over. At the last second, your hand shot out, as well as a web, your body swinging forward barely above the street. The adrenaline you felt…it was like no other. It was freeing. It only took a few swings before you ended at the flower shop. You felt eyes and phone cameras on you, but you didn’t care. You were more focused on picking the perfect bouquet for Baran.
When you spotted a bouquet filled with lilies wrapped in purple wrapping paper, you knew you had found the perfect one. Grabbing it and walking to the front desk, you held out money to the cashier, who smiled and shook her head. “It’s on the house, Spider-Man. Whoever gets those is a lucky lady.” She said. You smiled under the mask, but realized she couldn’t see it, so you lifted it slightly to show the grin on your face. “Thank you, Ma’am. You’re very kind, but I can’t take these for free.” You said before pulling down your mask and placing the money on the counter. “Keep the change!” You said over your shoulder as you walked out of the store.
You stared up at the buildings, your hand stretched out ready to shoot a web, but you hesitated. Not wanting to ruin the flowers, you slowly lowered your hand and began the long trek towards the PTMC.
You climbed to the top of the building’s parking garage and glanced around. You had no way of contacting Baran, nor any way of knowing if she was still here. Still, you decided to look around. You spotted a car, your mind wandering back to a conversation the two of you had years ago. She was talking about her dream car once she had a doctor’s salary. A Silver Volvo is what she had said, and that was the car you were standing in front of. You smiled, knowing she got the car she wanted.
“I hope you don’t plan on fighting near my car, she’s pretty new.” A voice startled you, even with your spidey-sense. Baran never failed to scare you, probably because you felt safe around her. Turning around, you smiled (but again, the mask covered it…) and waved. Glancing around and noticing no one, you pulled off your mask and grinned harder at the sight of Baran. “No fighting here, I promise.” You said softly before holding out the flowers for her to take. “These are for you…I hope you like them.” You said quickly, your cheeks reddening. Baran smiled and took them, quickly stepping forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“They’re lovely…” She said as she smelled them. She looked at you again, analyzing you like she always did. You stood up straighter under her gaze, and she noted that you didn’t show any pain. Her eyes drifted down to your ribs. You were wearing a clean, new suit, as if you didn’t come crawling into her ER. You glanced down at your own body when you noticed where she was looking, and you chuckled.
“I heal fast. At that moment, though…thank you again.” You said sheepishly, breaking the silence. Baran looked up at you and nodded slowly before looking down at where she knew she had stitched you up the other day, her hand reaching out, hesitant, but there on your ribs. Your heart raced at her touch, but you didn’t move away from it. “Can I see them?” Baran asked, her voice warm as she looked up at you with those big brown eyes you adored. You couldn’t say no. “Of course…” You glanced around and rubbed the back of your neck nervously. “But probably not here…It’s…too open.” You muttered out, a bit embarrassed. Baran looked at you for a moment before laughing.
“You keep forgetting your Spider-Man and not just…Y/N.” Baran nudged you teasingly before walking towards the driver's seat of her car. “We can go to my place.” She glanced at you expectantly since you hadn’t moved since she got there. She looked at her car again before chuckling and shaking her head. “You can swing there if you’re more comfortable that way. But I’m checking your stitches whether you like it or not.” Baran said firmly before stepping into her car. You looked out towards the city, then back at Baran in her car. You loved swinging…but you wanted to spend more time with Baran too. With a groan, you walked to the passenger side of her car. “Baran you are going to be the death of me…” You muttered before hopping into her car. This was gonna be a long ride…
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