Another World (Y/n x Peter Parker)

The best sunset ever, Part 1

The walk home started out as awkward as it could be. Neither Peter nor I knew quite what to say, so I guess we both decided that silence was better than awkward small-talk. That was until I got sick of it.

"Oh my god, I'm so dumb! I just realized you don't even know my name! I'm Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n," I tried to break the tension. I extended my arm out for him to shake, because what else are you supposed to do?

At first he looked a little surprised, then he smiled and took it in a friendly handshake. "Peter Parker. And you're not dumb," he said with a smile, turning his head to face forward.

It was quiet for a couple seconds, when he spoke up again, mostly just taking to himself. "Y/n... I like that name. It's pretty," he said. I was glad that he was comfortable enough with me to share some of his thoughts. It was nice.

"I've always liked the name Peter as well. It reminds me of Peter Pan," I said laughing. Peter Pan was one of my childhood favorites, and still is. Something about how the Lost Boys never grow up makes me feel nostalgic.

"What's Peter Pan," Peter asked me. I turned to him, shock strewn across my face. How could someone not know Peter Pan?! That's like not knowing what chocolate is!

"You don't know Peter Pan?" I ask him, seriously worried for his childhood at this point.

"Never heard of it," he said with a shrug. I was surprised. Suddenly, I knew I shouldn't say anything more about it.

"Oh, it's just a book I read when I was younger. I don't know why I expected you to know it," I said with a partially awkward laugh. Oh god. What do I say now? I'm such an idiot. Why do I have to be so-

"Hey, I have an idea!" Peter exclaimed, interrupting my train of discouraging thoughts. "Come with me," he said as he took my hand and ran. Obviously startled at first, I was a bit hesitant to fully go with him. But I quickly let loose and began to run so he didn't have to drag me along the streets of Queens.

After a couple minutes of running and howling with joy, my stomach was sore from laughing. "Peter!" I said between breaths and laughs. "How *gasp* Muchlonger?"

"Not much," he said as we wove in between people, still hand-in-hand. It seemed as though time was running in slow motion as I looked from our interlaced hands to the sight of his silky, brown curls falling out of place as we continued to dart through the streets. This is how I would choose to spend the rest of my life.

We slowed to a stop in front of a tall, probably ten-story building towering over our small and tired figures.

"Up there. That's the best view in the entire city," he said, pointing to the top. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky as he let go of my hand to hoist himself onto the first platform on the fire escape, about three feet up. I tried not to stare at his muscles as they bulged when he lifted himself up with ease. Come on, Y/n. Don't think like that. Turning back to look at me, he extended his hand once more to help me up. I looked at him with a worried expression.

"Don't worry! I've got you, and plus, I do scarier stuff than this all the time," he says with a cheeky grin. Looking into his puppy-dog eyes, I couldn't say no. I took his hand and climbed up onto the platform, careful not to cut myself on the sharp, dirty metal. As he helped me up, he accidentally pulled me in until we were chest-to-chest, our wide eyes meeting, equally shocked, our lips only an inch away. Until I panicked and took a step back.

"You go first," I said, cutting the tension. "If this thing crumbles, you better be the one falling," I said with a playful smile, raising my eyebrow just slightly to add some cocky sarcasm. He just laughed and took a step onto the first flight of stairs.

Soon I was chasing Peter higher up the creaky fire escape, racing up to the roof. As I took another step up, the railing I was holding onto broke. I screamed as I lost my footing and was about to fall off.

This is it. This is where I die.

As I closed my eyes out of fear, I felt Peter grab my hand and hold onto me as I was still leaned over where the railing had previously stood. One hand holding onto his, the other frozen behind me in my attempts to find something to catch myself on, one foot on the step, and the other hanging dangerously in the air.

"It's okay, I got you. You're safe," he says in the sweetest voice possible. Despite my very dangerous position, I felt a little calmer now because I knew that he wouldn't let me fall. As he pulled me fully onto the step, I tried to slow my breathing. I almost just died. That would have been it. A Y/n pancake.

He held my arms in an attempt to calm me and make me feel secure. It was working.
"Are you alright," he asks, his voice quiet as his sweet eyes meet my glossy ones. I quickly pulled him into a tight hug, the height of my head fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck. I felt his arms wrap around my slender waist after a second.

"Thank you, Pete. You saved my life." My voice came out muffled, as my head was buried in his Midtown crew neck. I know what I said sounded so cliché, but it meant more than he would ever know.

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A/n- thank you so much for all the attention this book has gotten so far! I'm so proud to say that there are 100+ reads and I could not be happier. Happy reading, luvs!
P.S. Don't ask how it got dark so quickly in this chapter lol
-Evie 🐋