THREE-THOUSAND | Marvel Oneshots

Reunite As Lovers || P.P x Reader (Part 2)

Was I doing this instead of practicing my dance for the Diwali festival today? Yes. Do I regret it? Not really.

Also, I'm working on writing a Halloween special, so stay tuned for that! I don't know how soon it's going to come out, though, because I have a lot of stuff to do.

Word count: 1,123

Written: October 30, 2021

Right now, your mom and May were on the couch catching up, and you were sitting there awkwardly, waiting for Peter.

At this point, you were lost in thought. Did he even remember you? Did he change? Physically and mentally? Ughh, why were you even overthinking this so much? Just stop it. Please.

You tried not to think about him, but then inevitably, someone knocked on the apartment door.

"Give me a second guys, that must be Pete," May said, getting up to head to the door. When she opened it, you anticipated seeing your childhood best friend.

But when you saw the person, it was actually a delivery-man asking for May to sign a package.

You sighed in relief and sat down once again. But then, a couple seconds later, the doorbell went off. "Oh, there we go!" May said, standing up to get it. This time, you didn't bother looking.

"Hi Pete! How was decathlon?" May said.

"It was pretty good! Ned said that..." he glanced over at me as his voice trailed off. You stared at him, your eyes wide.

You were standing up, because you had gone to check the door the first time. Because of this, you could tell that Peter was now taller/shorter than you. Ugh, so annoying/amazing. His brown hair was even longer and curlier, and his glasses were now out of the picture, his brown eyes now bright. He seemed different, more confident in himself.

You thought he was cute, too. He was always cute, and you sometimes couldn't get his adorable self out of your mind. He was still cute now, of course, but that was all on the surface. You would change your mind immediately if his personality had changed too.

"Peter, this is y/n, remember her? You guys used to be best friends when you were younger." May said excitedly, looking back and forth at the two of you.

"Hi Peter," you said, giving him a small, nervous wave.

"Hi! Oh, uh I do remember you." He said awkwardly. You laughed a little bit, not knowing what to do to answer.

Perhaps May could sense the tension, or she just wanted the two of you to reconcile that bad. "Peter, why don't you take y/n to your room? The two of you can catch up there," May said, smiling and giving you a gentle nudge towards him, disappearing back onto the couch.

That left the two of you awkwardly standing there. "Do you, um, wanna go to my room now?" Peter asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He always had that habit whenever he was stressed or just confused.

"Yeah, sure." The last time you'd been in Peter's room, you'd seen Legos and Star Wars posters. You wondered what you would see now.

Peter led you to his room, and opened the door. The two of you walked inside. "Well, welcome to my humble abode." Peter joked, turning on the lights.

You grinned at the familiarity, not knowing what you were expecting. This was definitely a lot better. There were Star Wars posters on the walls, which was what you first noticed. Apparently, his love for the movies had never disappeared. His bed was unmade and messy, and his closet door was slightly open, a red cloth peeking out. It looked like the closet was stuffed with boxes too.

"Sorry it's so messy. I'd have cleaned up if I knew you were coming." Peter's face turned slightly red, and you resisted the urge to laugh. It was so cute.

"No, you're good. And plus, it's not that messy compared to mine. My mom can't walk into my room without stepping on something." You laughed, and Peter laughed with you. Then, it was back into an awkward silence.

You tried to find something to say, but came up with nothing. After a couple seconds of not being able to handle silence, you blurted, "don't tell me you're still obsessed with Han Solo."

At that, Peter's eyebrows scrunched up adorably. "Hey! Han is amazing. He got Leia to like him, he's a pilot, and he's just awesome. Don't tell me you still hate him."

You rolled your eyes. "I have a valid reason." The two of you did love Star Wars, but this was the only debate between you two. Whether Han was amazing or not. You hated him, preferring Luke, but Peter defended him until his last breath. Seems like that hadn't changed.

Since then, the two of you actually had a regular conversation. It turned into laughter, and then changed into other conversations about what the two of you had missed. Turns out Peter was every bit the person he was before, though more mature, still a big sweetheart. He was nothing like Flash. You couldn't believe you were worried that he changed.

"Y/N! We have to go home for dinner!" You realized the sun was already low in the sky when you looked out Peter's window. You couldn't believe the two of you had been speaking for hours, but every second was worth it.

"Coming, Mom!" You looked at Peter. "I'm sorry. I have to go, but I'll see you when school starts." You had found out both of you were going to Midtown.

"Yeah, of course." When you got up, you felt a hand gently grabbing your wrist. "Wait! Why don't we, uh..." his awkward demeanor had returned and his hand went back to his neck. "Could you give me your number? We can text and figure this out."

You nodded. "Should've thought of that." You opened Contacts and gave your phone to Peter, who typed in his phone number and gave it back to you. You opened the Camera app and held the phone up. "Smile!" Peter made a goofy face, and you snapped a shot, laughing as you looked at the blurry pic with his tongue sticking out.

"Delete that!" 

You laughed and held the phone away from him. "Not happening!" 

He jumped onto the bed, then leaped at you, grabbing the phone and falling to the side at the last second. "Dude, do you do gymnastics or something? How the heck are you so flexible?"

His eyes widened. "I'm not. Must've been an adrenaline rush."

While he was shaken up, you grabbed the phone back. "Sorry, gotta go!" You opened the door and ran to the kitchen, running behind your mom where Peter couldn't attack you without one of the others scolding him. He walked out calmly behind you, giving you a playful dirty look.

"Finally ready?" Y/M/N said, used to your weird behavior. You nodded, stifling a laugh, and saying your goodbyes to Aunt May and waving to Peter. As you went back out, your mom and you walking back to your apartment, you couldn't get a certain guy out of your mind.

Let me know if you guys want a part 3!!

Also I've received a total of zero comments, and I'm getting reads, so if y'all could comment something that would be REALLY appreciated.

Have a good one!

-Mich