#spiderman reader insert

It was by seconds, you see. Mere seconds.

If Peter hadn’t taken on so much, or insisted on fighting every bad guy in New York all at once, he might’ve been able to turn around long enough. To jump after you, to catch you, to save you. You’d slipped through his fingers in a matter of seconds. Gone, just like that. Who knew that life could be so fucking fragile?

Peter never forgave himself, but he knew that you would have.

He had never done much to make you mad, but you always forgave him. You stood your ground and it was a fine line between forgiving him for his shortcomings, but never forgetting. Your heart was too big and held too much love for him to ever stay mad for long. He thanked whatever god there was everyday that he’d been the one to find you before anyone with ill intent had. He was far from a saint but, fuck. He always tried everything in his worldly power to protect that heart of yours. It broke him to know that he hadn’t done a good enough job.

The years that followed your death were hard. Spiderman’s mission was no longer fuelled by a need to do good. It wasn’t even to avenge - revenge, more than anything. Every person who was linked to the night you passed saw justice served in some way or another.

It still didn’t help. No matter how Peter punched and hit and cried bloody murder at Manhattan’s thugs, nothing stopped the pain. Every time he unlocked his phone and saw your bright, smiling face staring back at him, he felt his heart break all over again. It was why he never got rid of that phone; even when he upgraded to an iPhone, he still carried that shitty flip one around like it was sacred to his well-being. It was a relic of better times.

Five years passed and he still hadn’t moved on. He was almost twenty-six now - working as a freelance photographer and still going to May’s four times a week for dinner. Aside from a few one-night-stands and short lived flings, Peter hadn’t known love since you’d died. There were millions of people out there who would have done it in a second but to him, you were the only person capable of it in the way he needed.

To him, your love was the finest wine in the fucking world. Everything else was bullshit in comparison.

And so, Peter carried on. Plodding along with half-a-heart and wearing that goddamn denim jacket every day. It reminded him of you and of his Uncle Ben.

It was a regular Wednesday afternoon when Peter managed to trip and fall…into another universe.

To be honest, he hadn’t even realised it was happening - not until two high school kids had started calling his name. They were looking for a Peter Parker; just not him, apparently. It wasn’t the Short One With The Ring (he hadn’t known Ned’s name at the time) began to talk about a multiverse that things started to make sense. Actually, that was a lie. They became a lot more confusing. And then they got even worse when another Peter Parker turned up. This one was older and a little blonder and yet still somehow quintessentially…Peter.

With a semi-decent amount of convincing and the promise of an explanation, Peter followed Ned, M.J and Other Peter to a basement. It looked like something out of Harry Potter. Ned’s explanation of a multiverse began to make sense at that point. Peter Parker - but not himself, or The Other Peter Parker - had tried to fuck with the fabric of the universe and now…here he was. And they were too.

Now, Peter had had a lot of flashpoint moments in his life. Most of them involved you; meeting you, kissing you for the first time, losing you, etc. They were ingrained into his brain, right into the very foundations of it. They were part of him now.

But there was nothing - nothing - in the plains of human existence that could describe the moment he saw you again.

Stood in the corner of Stephen Strange’s lab with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other, scrawling down notes. It was only then that he’d realised he’d begun to forget so many little details; the beginnings of laughter lines by your eyes; the slight specks of different tones in your irises; the way your brows were almost always furrowed with intense confusion at the universe. All products of your curiosity and intelligence at the idea of a greater understanding. Ending up in a magic wizard’s basement was a very you thing.

“Hey,” Peter put a hand out, grabbing your shoulder. “Hey. It’s me.”

You jumped, thinning your eyes at him. “Do I know you?”

“It’s…” he trailed off. “It’s me. C’mon.”

“I’ve never seen you before in my life,” you pulled your hands away from him.

“That’s not funny,” he said. “Don’t mess around. Not right now, not when-”

“ - I’m not messing around,” you cut him off. “I’m sorry. I genuinely don’t know who you are.”

He did look a little familiar; warm auburn eyes and tousled, brown hair; pale skin that was littered with years worth of battle scars. He wore an intensely confused impression, remnant of someone who had seen a ghost from the past.

Little did you know, that was exactly what you were.

He wanted to reach out and touch - to hold you. To take you in his arms for the first time in years and give you the hug he’d been needing ever since you’d died. He wanted to breathe you in - it was always the smell of the Chanel you stole from your mum and the occasional cigarette you tried so hard to hide - and just remember. To remember you; remember how it felt to be completely tied up in your universe; for to be the axis of his, spinning and spinning, so wildly out of control that he was free falling and completely lost in his feelings.

Peter Parker had lost his mind grieving for you. He was about to lose it all over again if you didn’t give up this act.

“You really wanna pretend, huh?” he tried to force a smile. “Because I can go along with the act, if you want. If you really want to be the funny one-”

“- stop it!” you snapped. “I don’t know the fuck you are, okay?”

“Guys, c’mon,” The Other Peter stepped in between the two of you. “We’ve discovered today that there are many, many universes. It’s more than likely that she exists in more than one of them.”

Your eyes flickered between them. “God forbid more than one of me exist. That sounds exhausting.”

Peter shook his head, refusing to believe it was even a possibility. How could the universe be so cruel? To make another version of the person he’d loved most in the world and lost and then make them…not know him. How could there even be a version of you that didn’t love him? After all, your love for Peter Parker was made up of so much of you. It was part of your core; practically part of your nervous system. If this you didn’t love him, then it wasn’t really you. It was just someone that looked like you, and sounded like you, and had the same, stupid face as you.

“That’s not possible,” he murmured.

Peter couldn’t beg you to remember because you hadn’t forgotten. You just hadn’t known him in the first place. All those memories - awkward high school dates and long late nights of talking, promising forever to one another without truly knowing what it meant, losing all your firsts to each other - existed only in his memory. They hadn’t taken place in this world. Just your little bubble; the universe that existed between just you and him.

“It’s entirely possible,” you countered. “There are millions and millions of timelines out there. There’s probably hundreds of me - I mean, there’s three of you right here.”

“These are other versions of me,” Peter said. “But you’re…you. You look the same, and you sound the same, and you’re, you’re-”

“- you got recast, I guess,” you cut him off.

That was such a you thing to say. He hated it.

M.J and Ned were staring at you with wide eyes. Multiverses were one thing on their own but multiverse drama? Now, that was the kind of thing they couldn’t get on T.V. The amount of possibilities and realities that they’d come to discover in the last ten minutes was blowing both their minds. Almost enough to completely take it off of Peter. Not either of the Peters in front of them, but their Peter, the one from this universe.

They really needed to come up with a naming system.

“Were you two friends in your universe?” Ned asked.

Your Peter looked at him with sad eyes. “We were close, yeah.”

“That’s so cool,” you grinned. “Did I have a birth-mark on my ass in your universe as well?”

“...you did.”

“On the left or right?”

“The right.”

“That’s insane! It’s on the left here,” you exclaimed.

Peter was trying his best to fight back a smile, despite everything. He hadn’t had a conversation like that with you in five years and for a split second, it was like you were never gone. Then the realisation that this wasn’t you - not really, not truly - hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Other Peter waved his hands between the two of you. “We have more pressing issues. We have villains from each of our universes out there right now.”

You looked at Other Peter, but your eyes flickered back to your one very quickly. “Fine - but I have so many more questions about Alternate Universe me that I want to ask later.”

“Of course,” he gave you a breathy smile. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I’m (name),” you said, stuck out your hand for him to shake.

series tag/peter tags: @disastersim @elinedjarin @whatawonderfulusername @edencherries @jedi-valkyrie @makkarrii @plutoneu @chaoticevilbakugo

A knock on your driver’s side window made you jump violently in your seat, you looked over through your tear filled eyes, the figure obscured and blurry but you still knew who it was. Your window slowly rolled down as you wiped the tears from your eyes and the sight of Peter Parker was finally clear. 

“You okay?” Is all he asks, concern evident with how his brows furrowed and lips are twisted into a frown. 

“Oh… You know, just family being family.” You chuckle as if you hadn’t just been caught bawling your eyes out. “Are you guys still having that Christmas party? I know I said I probably wasn’t gonna come but…” 

“Hey don’t even worry about it, you’re always more than welcome. It actually just started not too long ago.” He reassures you, opening the door for you once you unbuckled yourself. “MJ was just asking about you actually.” He held his hand out for you to take, helping you out of your car even though you didn’t really need it, Peter was just doing what Peter did best. 

“That’s so sweet.” You say with a watery smile, the tears welling up again in your fragile emotional state. 

---

You were awestruck when you walked through the door, one of the break rooms in Oscorp having been decorated so perfectly, not a single inch of the room had been left untouched by streamers, tinsel, or shiny red and gold decoration. The tree was beautiful too, perfectly decorated and standing tall in the corner. Norman very clearly took advantage of the opportunity to go all out when Peter had brought the idea of a party up at the beginning of the month. 

“Oh you came!” MJ came up to you with a beaming smile, a cup of apple cider in her hand. She gave you a warm hug, rubbing your back with her free hand, “It’s so good to see you.” She said with a softer smile, one that told you that she was here for you. 

“We’ve got food, music that Norman insisted on being played, non alcoholic drinks because it’s twelve pm, and your best friends to help you feel better.” Peter placed a hand on your shoulder “Oh and Octavius is here too.” Peter wiggled his eyebrows at you with a smirk plastered on his face, making your face heat up. 

“Shut the hell up, Parker.” You laugh, hitting him in the chest with the back of your hand. 

“Oh, don’t tease them Peter.” MJ half heartedly scolded with a smile on her face, “He is here though, right over there.” 

She pointed at Otto, who was standing in front of Norman laughing at something he had said. The tentacles on his back moved around occasionally, thankfully no longer a nuisance on him like they had been. He was wearing a deep red turtleneck and the long black coat that he always wore. 

“You guys are evil.” You muttered to yourself as you quickly averted your eyes and looked back at MJ. You risked a glance back at Otto, finding that he was already looking over in your direction. He gave you a small smile, waving at you. 

“Oh god.” You whisper under your breath, waving back at Otto with a smile.  “Do I look okay?” You ask them anxiously

“You look great.” MJ says, placing a comforting hand on your bicep. 

You spent the remainder of the party talking with Peter and MJ. Eventually Norman made his way over to you followed by Otto, who still had the ever present smile on his face slowly nursing his own cup of apple cider. The hours went by filled with laughter, pleasant conversations, and scientific discussions you didn’t understand. 

But things came to a halt when Peter stopped abruptly mid sentence and glanced towards the window just in time for a loud explosion to be heard in the distance. 

“What the hell was that?” You asked, your arm brushing against Otto’s when you turned to look at everyone else. 

“I don’t know…” Peter said slowly, quickly making his way to the window and pushing some of the streamers out of the way so he could see outside “Shit, I have to go. I’m so sorry guys, I promise I’ll be back just in time to help clean up.” He was rushing out of the room, giving one final wave to you all and letting the door close behind him.  

“Well, I feel like it would be a good time to call it a night before a car gets thrown through my building with all of us in here.” Norman jokes, already making his way to the food table and taking a snowman sugar cookie from the plate they were placed on, “I’m going to get more trash bags, I’ll be right back.” 

“Yeah, I’m gonna go help him find those, be right back!” MJ said following after Norman. 

A nervous heat began to rise in your body at that realization that you were standing in the room alone alone with Otto next to you, hoping you didn’t seem too awkward as you turned to the side only to see Otto already looking at you from over the rim of his cup.

“I guess it’s up to us to start cleaning then.” He said with a soft chuckle. 

“I guess so.” You agree. 

Both Otto and you went to opposite sides of the break room, filling the trash bags with the streamers and tensile that were hanging all over the room. 

You were really glad you came to the party, even if it had ended as abruptly as it did, it helped you forget how horrible your morning was. You couldn’t have been more thankful to have Peter and MJ in your life. 

You’ve been best friends with Peter and Harry since high school they’ve seen many of your highs and lows throughout your life, especially when it came to your family, and in the end Peter and MJ were always by your side. 

Once the trash bag you were holding was almost entirely full you wanted to place it by the door, you looked down at your sweater, adjusting the sleeves around your wrists as you walked to the door, looking up just in time for you to almost collide with Otto who had also not been paying attention to where he was going. 

“Oh shit, sorry!” You rush out as you lightly bump into each other. Otto’s hand instinctively caught your forearm to steady you just in case you fell, “Should’ve been watching where I was going.” 

“It’s no problem.” Otto smiles, his gaze soft. “Did you get everything over there?” He asks, looking up at the ceiling where the streamers had been skillfully hung by Peter’s webs. 

His eyes lingered on a certain spot above the both of you though, you followed his gaze to the little green decoration hanging above both of your heads. The mistletoe was tied at the end with a red bow with gold edges, hanging just high enough above the door to not be shut into it.

“Oh…” You whisper with a slightly awkward chuckle, “I didn’t even know that was there.” 

“Me neither.” Otto muttered, his cheeks becoming a soft red, “We don’t… If you don’t want…” He trails off awkwardly.

“Well I mean if you don’t…” You add, “I mean…” Your face became hotter as you carefully pushed out your next words quietly, “It is tradition… It’s actually kinda interesting because in Norse mythology Loki actually used it to kill Baldur. But in some stories he’s resurrected and Frigg was so happy that it became, well… What it is...” You trailed off awkwardly, your rambling coming out slightly strained as you tried to alleviate the anxiety you felt while standing beneath the taunting green plant with the man you’ve had feelings for. 

Finally you were able to tear your eyes away from the mistletoe to see Otto already staring at you for the third time that night, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want just because it may be tradition.”

“Who said I didn’t want to?” You say before even thinking, your brows furrowing when you look into his deep brown eyes, happy that they weren’t being obscured by the sunglasses he sometimes wore. 

Otto seemed taken aback by your quick response. Your eyes fall to his lips when they part only slightly, “I…” He starts but doesn’t finish as he throws caution to the wind and leans in, your lips touching in a soft kiss. 

Your hand comes up to rest on his bicep, drawing yourself a little closer as you kiss him back hoping to diminish any doubts he may have. His own hand makes its way to your jaw, his thumb softly stroking against the apple of your cheek before you slowly pull away from each other. 

You found it hard to open your eyes, still feeling as if you were floating on a cloud, but when they fluttered open you looked into his beautiful brown eyes which looked back, swimming with emotion and a small smile plastered on his face. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He whispers. 

“Me too…” You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. 

“Sorry I took so long! There was this huge- oh!” Peter stopped in tracks after swinging into the window you had left open for him “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” He held his hands up, you could practically hear the smug smile he had behind his mask as you and Otto quickly separated from each other “Glad you guys found the mistletoe through! Great party, I’m gonna go ahead and find MJ, bye!” And just as fast as he came he was gone again through the same window. 

You fluttered your eyes closed when you felt him blow light air right above your clit. “Please!” You groaned out, pushing your head behind his head to pull him in closer to stop his teasing. He shook his head, getting your hand off as he glanced up to you with a smirk. “That’s what whores do. Are you a whore, baby?” He whispered, making you widen your eyes, and shake your head vigorously.

“No! I’m good, please!” You begged back, as one of his fingers circled closer down your thigh. “Don’t fucking touch me then.” Peter bit back, making you sigh and nod to him, just desperate for one touch. He grinned at your compliance and pushed himself closer, moving his nose right up against your clit. You gasped in surprise and let out a swear loudly.

He breathed in deeply, and sighed against you, making you shudder again. “Peter, please!” You moan out, pronouncing his name more. He frowned up to you, slightly moving away. “Call me sir.” He spoke up, digging into your thighs again with his fingers. You held your breath and nodded as he rested back down to his position.

Peter opened his mouth to let out his tongue, gently licking you. He avoided your clit, instead just continued all around as you moaned and shifted around. “S-sir, please!” You whimpered out, trying to move your hips to where he would be closer. Peter gazed up to you, “Tell me what you want, angel.”

You felt yourself flush from the nickname, as you tried grinding your hips down even more. “Please, touch- or lick my clit, sir. Please!” You begged, hands clenching into the sheets. He smiled slightly at your plea. He set his tongue out again, licking a long stripe, hitting your clit, just how you wanted, and you cried loudly in relief.

Your thighs squeezed around his head without a conscious thought, and you quickly moved them away when you felt his tongue stop. He chuckled against you and you shivered from the feeling. “No more. Get up, whore.” He sighed out, scooting out away from your legs. You groaned in frustration and quickly grinded your thighs together, trying to get some relief. Peter quickly smacked your leg, making you gasp and spread them again.

“On your knees.” He commanded and you quickly widened your eyes and nodded. “What’s the safe word?” He murmured, wiping the sweat off your face as you got up on the bed. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning around with your knees on the sheets, and you faced the rest of your room.

Your eyes drifted to the door, widening when you saw the handle jiggle. “Wait, fuck, Peter hide!” You whisper shouted over to your boyfriend as your emotions shifted to panic. Peter scrunched his face in confusion, “What?” He asked back dumbly, as you stumbled off your bed, and picked up your towel you threw on the ground after your morning shower with Peter.

You quickly wrapped it around, covering yourself up, as Peter gasped, suddenly aware of the situation. He whipped his head back and forth around your room, groaning when he couldn’t find a place to hide fast enough as the door slowly started to open. He tumbled under your sheets, slowing his breathing as you shifted from one foot to the other, blinking nervously.

Your dad pushed the door open, staring at you oddly. “What took you so long?” He wondered, as he looked behind you. You cleared your throat, shifting in his line of vision. You glanced behind you, internally cringing when you saw Peter’s clothes and shoes on the floor, combined with yours.

“Shower,” You immediately answered back, as your hands started to tremble. You breathed in through your nose, almost groaning at the smell of sex in the air. Your dad raised his eyebrows to you, nodding and opened the door even more, to step inside.

He glanced up at you, “You aren’t wet though?” He questioned back, and you bit your lip, hiding your thinking of how you most definitely wet. “I was doing…stuff in the bathroom.” You answered hesitantly. Your dad sighed, shaking his head.

“I know you’re lying.” He shot back, making you flinch. Oh fuck. You glanced around nervously, as you wiped your face. He continued, “I heard someone shout.” Your eyes widened, cursing yourself in your head. What were you shouting though? You tried thinking about it, but your dad continued.

“Sir? It sounded like they were in pain or something.” Steve continued. He really didn’t mean to interrupt whatever you were doing but when he heard you scream, he ran over, hoping you were safe. He didn’t expect to see you standing there like that, with the clothes on the floor. He shook his head, wondering who the fuck was sleeping with you, hurting you. You were his daughter, and the idea of someone hurting you, made him clench his fists tightly, wanting to punch whoever else was here.

“…I was watching porn?” You hummed out, shaking your head at your lie, realizing how screwed you were. Your dad stepped through the room, glancing around in places, wondering where the person was. “Y/n, you have five seconds to get the fucker out of here. I’ll give them another five seconds to run.” Steve responded instantly, and you shook your head.

You instantly glanced over to the bed, making Steve scoff. He stepped forward, pushing you away when you tried stopping him, to reveal Peter, lying underneath the sheets, shaking in fear. “You fucking hurt her! Why would you-” Steve cut his screams off by grabbing onto Peter’s shoulder, dragging him out of the bed.

His underwear was still on thankfully, and you let out a breath. It was a good idea that he put on his underwear after the shower, well sort of. You yelled at your dad to stop as Peter quickly stood up, stumbling. “I-what? I didn’t hurt her!” Peter denied quickly, holding his hands up in defense.

“Yeah dad! Peter’s my boyfriend, and we’re both legal and it was all consensual!” You shouted, making Steve glance back to you. He scoffed out, pointing over to you and tilted his head.

“Consensual? You were hurt!” Steve shot right back at you, making you cringe slightly. Peter was still shaking as he glanced over to you. “I- uh, I like that type of stuff,” You confessed, instantly shutting your eyes as Steve gasped out in shock.

He looked over to your boyfriend, who nodded back. “It’s all safe, uh we’ve been together for a few months.” He mumbled, trying to stop his shaking. Steve backed away slightly, nodding. He shook his head in disbelief, not wanting to hear anything more.

“Just…don’t do that when I’m here, I’ve got to go. Y/n, we’re talking about this later.” Steve spoke up, making your eyes open slightly. You nodded back to him and glanced over to Peter who sighed in relief. Your dad scoffed again and shook his head, stepping out of the room.

“Shit, Peter.” You giggled out in disbelief. Your boyfriend huffed out a few breaths and nodded back to you, “Yeah, shit.”

--

“Hey, y/n can you pass me my history book?” Peter asks, pulling your attention from the geometry homework you’ve been working on.

“Can we take a break? I have to leave soon and all we’ve done is study,” you beg Peter and he smiles, casting his homework aside to scoot closer to you slightly.

“Of course we can,” a faint blush paints his cheeks as you take his hand, “we can watch a movie or something?”

“Sounds good,” you subtly scoot closer to Peter as he turns on the TV. By now you're practically sitting on his lap, but neither of you mind. Some action movie begins playing on the screen but you’re not paying. All you can focus on is how warm Peter’s hand feels in yours. After a few minutes he gently lets go and you let yourself be upset for a moment until he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You're about to rest your head on his shoulder when your phone goes off, causing you both to jump. You mumble a quick apology before reaching forward to check the messages.

“You don’t have to be sorry. Is everything alright?” Peter asks and you roll your eyes, not at him but at the message.

“Yeah. My moms asking when I’m gonna be home. It’s family dinner and I’m not allowed to miss for any reason,” you say with a sigh.

“That’s sweet. I always wanted a big family to have stuff like that with,” he says with a sad smile and you gently take his hand.

“I got really lucky, but believe me it has its downsides. If I had a small family maybe we’d actually be able to go to my house every now and then,” your laugh draws one out of him as well and you smile.  

“The grass is always greener I guess. I’ll walk you out,” he pulls you up and pauses at his front door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say smiling down at your joined hands.

“Yeah, text me when you get home safe,” Peter says and you nod. Before you can step away he leans in, placing a quick kiss to your cheek. You both blush but smile nonetheless.

“Bye Pete.”

“Bye y/n.” After his words you step away, walking towards the stairs. You don’t bother texting anyone, you know your mom is definitely waiting in a car downstairs.

xxxxx

“They keep asking questions,” you say quietly to Peter. The two of you are sitting on the bleachers after school.

“About us?” He asks and you nod. “We can tell them you know? Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m just scared. You know how crazy they can get. And I’ve never had a boyfriend before. What if they’re mean to you? What if it gets so bad that you don’t wanna be with me anymore,” your eyes are glued to your own hands and Peter gently turns your face towards his.

“Y/n, I promise no matter how they react I’ll be right here. I know you’re scared and I know they’ll probably threaten to put me in some blacksite I’ll never return from, but that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because I care about you and I want you to be happy. I know this is tearing you up, and I want you to feel better. If that means telling them, then we tell them.”

“And you’ll do it with me?” You ask and he nods, “okay. I think I’m ready.”

xxxxx

“Hey guys,” you say to your family as you walk into the kitchen after school. They’re all gathered around the table going over plans for their upcoming mission, but all sound stops when they see the boy next to you.

“Hey kid, who’s your friend here?” Tony asks and Peter squeezes your hand gently, giving you the courage you need.

“This is Peter. He’s my...boyfriend,” you say softly, waiting for someone to say something. The silence draws out for what feels like hours but is probably little more than half a minute.

“It’s uh...it’s nice to meet you guys. I’m a big fan of your work…” Peter trails off awkwardly as your mom rises from her chair. Even surrounded by men twice her size she’s easily the most intimidating as she steps towards him.

“You better treat her right,” is all she says and Peter frantically nods.

“Yes ma’am. All I want is for her to be happy,” Peter says quickly and you see Steve crack a smile and Clint try to hide a laugh.

“Make sure she stays that way, and we won’t have any issues,” Tony says and you grin.

“Can Pete stay for dinner?” You ask and your mom nods. You turn to Peter and smile, “you said you wanted a big family dinner, get ready.”

xxxxx

“Peter watch out!” You call as you see a spoon flying towards the back of his head. His hand shoots up to catch it before he turns his head and your jaw drops.

“Uh...did somebody drop this?” He asks awkwardly and Clint gives the two of you a sheepish grin.

“Sorry Peter. I was aiming for Tony,” he says taking the spoon back.

“I guess these dinners are wild,” Peter says to you and all you can do is nod. You’re looking at him skeptically, that was a really lucky catch.

xxxxx

“Wanna go hang out on the field? It’s a really nice day,” you ask Peter and he smiles.

“Yeah, lead the way,” you take his hand and start dragging him through the winding halls of the compound. You step out the door smiling at the warmth of the sun. Before you can take another step Peter’s hand is around your waist, pulling you backwards against his chest.

“What the-“ you’re cut off by a drone flying in front of you where you had just stood.

“Sorry,” Peter lets go of you and you turn to look at him.

“How did you see that?” You ask and he shrugs. You notice the way he’s avoiding eye contact and the nervous twitch of his jaw, you were raised by spies after all.

“I don’t know. I saw it out of the corner of my eye.” You want to question him more but Tony is running over to apologize so you have to let it go.

xxxxx

Over the next few weeks you notice some things about Peter. Some similarities to the friendly neighborhood hero who operates near his apartment and never seems to be out and about during your dates.

“Pete!” You call, tossing your notebook in his direction and waiting for him to catch him effortlessly, despite the fact that he has his back to you.

“What am I doing with this?” He asks with that adorable smile and you falter for a second, you didn’t think of an excuse .

“Uh...can you check my science homework? You’re so much better at it than me,” you say after a moment and he furrows his brow. You’re both acing the class but he just shrugs and begins looking it over for you.

“It looks good,” he says, handing it back to you and you smile at him.

“So...have you heard of that new hero? spider boy or something?” You ask as casually.

“It’s Spider-Man!” He says quickly and you can and you see him tense up. “He’s kinda cool I guess.”

You try not to laugh at Peters failed attempt to look nonchalant, “whatever you say.”

xxxxx

It’s been two weeks since that whole spider boy incident and things are just getting more ridiculous. So far Peter has caught the notebook, the backpack, and the soccer ball you threw in his direction. He won’t come clean and you’ve decided to take things into your own hands after this one last test. You don’t say anything out loud, but you're silently praying you’re not wrong, as you toss his desk chair towards Peter. It took quite a bit out of you to throw it across the room but he spins around and catches it effortlessly.

“Whoa. That was a lucky catch,” he says and you roll your eyes.

“Seriously Pete? You’re still on that train?” You say exasperation clear in your voice

“What train? I’m not on a train. I don’t have anything to hide.  Why’d you throw that at home anyway?” Peter starts rambling as you glance around his room. You pick up the baseball bat sitting by his desk and poke at the attic door, prompting a suit to fall which Peter quickly tries to hide.

“What was that about having nothing to hide?” You ask Peter. You’re a bit annoyed but there’s no real anger in your voice.

“I was gonna tell you,” he mumbles and you sigh.

“When Peter? It’s been months,” you take his hand, pulling him to sit next to you on his bed.

“I was! I just had to work all the kinks out. The people you live with? Your family? They’re the big leagues. I didn’t want to say anything to you until I knew I could at least start to measure up to them. I didn’t want you to think it was stupid,” he’s avoiding eye contact at all costs and you gently cup his cheek, bringing his head to face yours.

“Peter I could never think you were stupid. My mom has been training since she was little, and everyone else has ridiculous head starts. You just got into this game, but you’re trying to help people. That’s all that matters. You are using your abilities to change this work for the better, I could never think that was stupid,” you tell him firmly and you can see the tears shining in his eyes.

“You really mean that?” He asks and you nod.

“I do. You’ll get to the big leagues one day. For now just keep on being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man that I know and love.”

“You love me?” He asks, a wide smile taking over his face. All you can do is nod and try to suppress the blush creeping across your cheeks. “I love you too.”

When you pull away from the kiss you smile, staring into his warm brown eyes. “It is kinda weird.”

“What is?” The nerves are back in his voice but your smile doesn’t falter.

“That the girl raised by superheroes fell in love with one,” you say and he grins.

“I guess it was fate.”