Andrew Garfield- Peter Parker one shots

You Find Out He's Spiderman

        While coming home one night after saving New York, He finds you unexpectedly waiting in his room.

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       I sat on Peters bed, staring at his bedroom door, which was cracked open ajar. I stared longer and longer, willing it to open and for him to walk through it. I had been waiting almost 2 hours for him to make good on our plans to study that night, but I guess he was just busy. I checked my phone again, and the clock read 10:57. Sighing, I flopped down on the mattress.

       Aunt May called from downstairs. "Can I get you anything sweetie? I just made meatloaf if you're hungry!" Her voice echoed to the upstairs.

       Walking over to the door, I opened it and called back. "No thanks May, I had already had dinner, but thank you!" I turned back, shutting the door and muttering to myself. "Two whole hours ago."

       I played some games on my phone for a while and scrolled through social media, waiting. Checking the time again, it read 11:15. I shook my head before grabbing my pencils and textbooks and shoving them into my backpack.

       This wasn't an unusual occurrence. According to Aunt May he was always out late god knows where and doing god knows what. To be honest, it worried us both quite a bit, but whenever I asked him about it he would always give the same reply; "Oh, I was just... out." I just wish he had remembered to cancel our plans like he usually did. It did happen a lot.

       As I was putting my last textbook into my bag, I heard a sudden squeaking of the window. Without hesitating, I pulled it back out and held it to the right of me, ready to swing if necessary. My heart started to pound in my chest and I inched closer to the window until I had my back against the wall. I heard the window thunk against the top of the frame and saw out of the corner of my eye someone crawl in, facing opposite me. The mans feet hit the floor and I swung the textbook at his head with all my strength, yelling as I did it.

       It hit the side of his face just as he was turning his head and he groaned. I froze, dropping my hands. "Spider-Man?! What the hell-"

       He took his mask off swiftly to reveal- "PETER?!" I said it much louder than I intended, and he waved his hands in front of him before putting a finger over his mouth. 

       "What is going ON up there?" Aunt May called from the kitchen. "Peter, you better not be sneaking in through the window again, I swear to the lord himself..."

       I could hear her voice getting louder as her footsteps hit the stairs nearing his bedroom. I looked at him in disbelief. "You're- You're Spider-Man." I said it so quiet it was almost a whisper.

       Peter ran to his door before using the electric lock and taking off the suit as quickly as he could, fumbling around his room as he tried to rip it off. "You know, you could have waited-" He grunted. "Downstairs!" His head hit the wall again as he tripped over the legs of his outfit and he groaned again. We both turned out heads sharply as there was a loud knock at the door, and then a jangle of the knob. 

       "Peter, open this door right now! I told you to stop coming in through the window, and I meant it!"

       I was still stumbling over my nonsensical words, trying to make sense of this newfound information. As Peter finally got the suit off, he ran to shove it under the bed, accidentally tripping me in the process. 

       "SHIT-" I cursed before falling over and accidentally hitting a remote on the floor with my elbow. Peter fell down under me. Turns out the remote was to the door lock, and both our heads shot to the door as Aunt May opened it.

       "I SWEAR to GOD, Peter, if YOU-" She froze before looking down, I had fallen right on top of Peter, who just so happened to be in nothing but boxers.

       We all just stopped doing anything for a moment before Peter and I looked at each other. We immediately stood up, stumbling over ourselves for a moment before putting together a jumbled explanation.

       "IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE AUNT MAY, I SWEAR WE WERE JUST-"

       "He just climbed through the window, and it scared me and I tripped-"

       "I lost my clothes outside and-"

       "Nothing happened I SWEAR on my grandmother's grave-"

       She held up a hand to silence us before turning to Peter. "You lost your clothes... outside?"

       He nodded slowly, trying to come up with something. "...Yeah, someone uh, mugged me."

       Aunt May looked from me to Peter a few times before tilting her head slightly, her tone strict, yet confused. "Someone mugged you... and they took... your clothes?"

       Peter nodded. "Yeah! He was... He was homeless." He made a subtle face of regret, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, just questioning the overall logic of the lie he was putting together. For how smart he was, this was absolutely ridiculous.

       Aunt May just stood there for a moment, looking back and forth from me to Peter, trying to riddle out what really happened, and I'm sure she thought it was EXACTLY what it looked like. After the long pause she shook her head. "I'm going to go back downstairs, and when I come back up, YOU better be dressed," She pointed to Peter. "And YOU BOTH will be eating meatloaf at the dinner table, WITH me, and we will have a conversation about this." We both didn't know what else to say, so we just nodded until she shut the door.

       We both waited in silence until her footsteps hit the tile floor of the kitchen. We turned to each other immediately.

       "YOU'RE SPIDER-MAN." I whisper-yelled in excitement and disbelief, my mouth wide open in shock.

       "WHY are you HERE?" He whisper-yelled back.

       "WE were SUPPOSED to study TWO AND A HALF HOURS AGO!" I exclaimed

       "Oh shit-" Peter leaned his head back, facepalming himself.

       "You're Spider-Man!!!" My jaw was no longer hanging open, as I was smiling in excitement. "Holy shit, YOU, are SPIDER-MAN!" I jumped a little despite myself.

       Peter grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eye. "FINE, yes, I'm Spider-Man, but you CANNOT tell ANYONE about this EVER. Not ANYONE." He looked dead serious, and my smile dropped slightly before I answered.

       "Fine, yeah, I wont tell anyone, But HOW could you not tell ME?" I looked at him, clearly offended, but still too excited to be mad.

       He pulled some sweatpants onto his legs and slipped on an old band t-shirt as my eyes followed him throughout the room. 

       "I mean, no big deal, I'm only your VERY BEST FRIEND?" I raised my eyebrows in question as he walked back over to me.

       "I was gonna tell you, but obviously, not like THIS, okay?" He turned his head as Aunt May called for us and he looked back at me, grabbing shoulders again. "Not a word. Not ONE word."

       I smiled before miming zipping my lips and throwing away the key.

       We both walked down the stairs awkwardly and sat next to each other at the dinner table, Aunt May across from us. Peter pretended to study an old painting in the living room as I looked down, studying my hands.

       Aunt May looked at the both of us for a while before speaking. "Well I must say, I had no idea the two of you were dating, but safe sex is VERY IMPORTANT-"

       Peter and I both groaned in protest and our faces turned bright red as we tried to get ourselves out of the conversation.

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       That's my second entry (In the same night I might add) and I hope you liked it! Let me know what you thought, and if you have any requests for story ideas, let me know in the comments! :)