Another World (Y/n x Peter Parker)

What in Thor's name is going on?!

Y/n's POV-
A/n: most of the story will be in y/n's POV so if it doesn't specify from now on, you can just assume :)
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I started to run home from school, panicking. What in the multiverse is going on?! I must be dreaming or concussed or something because there is no way this is real. How can someone magically wake up in another universe? This kind of thing is NOT normal.

I started to feel severely flustered and confused and a feeling that I can only describe as claustrophobic as I quickly realized that I was having a panic attack. These had started happening in the last few years. I guess the stress of high school had finally caught up with me.

Stumbling, not able to pay attention as I felt the world around me spinning, I walked into the nearest shop and went to the back of the store to try to calm down. I leaned against the wall and took some deep breaths, trying to silence the thoughts in my head.

Except, the thing was, when this happens, it's like I have all the thoughts in the world, but none at all. Like my mind is clouded and confused, as if I am trying to talk to someone underwater. Like they are trying to give me a message, tell me something, but I can't hear them as the waves push me further under the water, rendering me helpless to the forces I can't control.

Except, I fight back, telling myself I can control them, as the scene quickly changes, controlled by my understanding. Now, I see myself lying on my back in clear, glassy water. Not a care in the world as the small rocking of the waves gently lulls me to sleep.

I stand up straight, opening my eyes and regaining my composure as I realized that I had no clue where I just wandered into. I seemed to be in the back of a small market or something, in the toiletry aisle. Taking a deep breath, I walk to the front of the store, and find the last person I wanted to see right now.

Peter frickin Parker.

Now don't get me wrong, it's an actual dream come true to meet my childhood hero (literally and figuratively) but right now, I was too confused to talk to him. Trying not to draw attention to myself, I attempt to slink out of the store unnoticed by going through a different aisle, but of course I fail miserably. Instead, my shorts catch on a newspaper stand, I fall to the ground with a deafening crash, and to top it all off, I hit my head on the ground. Hey, maybe that'll be enough to knock me out of whatever hallucination I'm in.

Groaning, I see a shadow stand above me, then kneel down next to me with worry strewn across their face. It was him. Peter. Guess I'm still crazy.

"Are you okay?" He asks, clearly not knowing quite how to handle this. Ironic, because he's a literal superhero.

"Yeah, I'm good." I groan, avoiding eye contact, as he offers me his hand so I can sit up. Why am I constantly falling down? I'm just soliciting to the 'damsel in distress' stereotype.

"Look at me?" He asks.

"What?" I feel a blush creep up my neck

"I mean, um, I need to see if you have a concussion," he says, starting to turn a bit red. There's the Peter I know. Well, if you can even say I know him.

"Oh, yeah... that makes sense," I reply. Smooth, y/n. I look into his eyes. They appear dark brown on the movie screen, but in this lighting they show hazel, with even some golden specks.

"Follow my finger," he says, concentrating. I'm lost in the milky stream of color, when his words snap me back to reality. I'm quickly reminded that this is real, and not some trick of the mind... I think. I hold my gaze on his finger as it moves through the air, and then back again.

"Well you don't seem like you have a concussion, but I should probably walk you home, just to make sure," he says, rubbing the back of his neck out of insecurity.
Suddenly, he looks up, flustered. "I mean you don't have to if you don't want-"

"I'd love that," I say, as I watch his scared expression turn into a beautiful smile. I guess he wasn't expecting a 'yes'.
"But are you sure? I don't want to hassle you, well, more than I already have," I chuckle.

"Yeah- yes. I'm sure. Positive," he grins wider, if that's even possible, his happiness lighting up the store. We sit there for a few more seconds, looking into each other's eyes, before I clear my throat.

"So are you going to help me off the floor?" I ask, laughing. He laughs too and offers me his arm, which I take.

"Wait, do you.. um... want a sandwich?" He asks as I stand and brush myself off.

"Yeah, sure!" I smile, turning to the deli counter. Of course, I'm in Delmar's.

"Hmm..." I say, glancing at the menu, but already knowing what I want. Turning to the famous Mr. Delmar, I order.
"Can I get a number 5 with pickles? Oh, and can you smoosh it down really flat? Thanks so much!" I say with a wide smile. I had always wanted to try Peter's favorite sandwich order.

Mr. Delmar looks past me at Peter and winks, then goes to make the sandwich. I turn around and smile at Peter, who is already blushing while staring at the ground. "What?" I ask with a grin.

"Nothing, we just have similar taste, I guess," he says, looking up to meet my eyes. As his brown, intricate, puppy-dog eyes met mine, I felt like now I was the nervous one. Unexpectedly, Peter then lifts his hand up to my face and tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I look down, almost unable to hide my raging blush and wide grin.

I guess Peter is blind though because the next second he says, "O-oh, I'm sorry. I... don't know why I did that." He really was clueless.

"It's fine. Thanks, it was kind of bothering me," I said, laughing. Just then, though, Mr. Delmar handed me my sandwich. It looked amazing.

"Thanks, Mr. Delmar!" I said, handing him $5.

"Don't worry about it. It's on the house for Peter's special friend," he says, chuckling at his own words. I smile and say thank you again, putting my $5 back into my backpack as I turn back to look at Peter, who is flushed for the millionth time today.

"So should we- um- go?" He asks as he goes and opens the door. His nervousness gives me butterflies as I nod and smile at him.

"Thanks," I say as I walk out the door. The atmosphere of the city I love hits me once again as we begin our walk along the familiar streets of  Queens. Just not my Queens.