Marvel Imagines

A Snowy Stroll (Peter Parker *TASM* X Reader)

A/N: Inspired by the weather where I live currently. The title needs work. (My titles have been really bad lately. Lol) Also: why are there like, zero good quality pictures of Peter in that black jacket? It looks so good on him!

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If it's one thing that you hate more than anything else in the world, it's the cold.

And yet, you live where it snows.

How ironic.

Shivering slightly as you nestle deeper into the mound of blankets you'd cocooned yourself in, you sigh, reaching for the book on your nightstand you've been dying to read and now you finally have a moment...

Your phone buzzes from where it sits beside the novel, a familiar looking name popping up on your screen, your heart instinctively jumping a bit.

"Surely he can't be out in this type of weather. He'd be frozen!" You murmur aloud, grabbing your phone instead of the book, fingers tapping on the screen and swiftly unlocking it, peering at the message.

'Are you busy?'

Frowning, you type back a simple reply.

'Nope. What's up?'

Almost instantaneously, a reply appears in front of your eyes.

'Look outside.'

Shaking your head with a breathy giggle, you wrap the top blanket of your pile around your shoulders and hurry towards the window, pulling back the curtains, practically unfazed by the person waiting perched upon your fire escape.

You roll your eyes, flashing the newcomer a grin, unlocking and opening the window, the frigid air making you wince.

"Get in here, you freak," You urge softly, helping Peter Parker in out of the cold, his snowy boots hitting your floor. "What in the world are you doing here?"

Closing the window behind him before shedding his jacket, Peter just grins cheekily, stepping out of his footwear that you shove into your closet, setting them on a towel.

"Visiting you," He states matter-of-factly, to which you just pass him a look of, 'really?' which silently urges him to continue. "Okay, okay! I was thinking we should do something."

"You could've just texted me, you know."

"I thought I did, didn't I?"

Sighing with a chuckle, you wander back to your blanket cocoon, your best, longtime friend and as of more recently, boyfriend, follows after you, grin not fading from his features.

"C'mon," He urges as you clamber back beneath your blankets, seeking warmth. "We could go for a walk or something. Go get coffee and just admire the snow?"

"It's cold out there," You state bluntly, head sticking out from your fortress of comfort, pouting.

"No kidding," Peter laughs, gesturing to his rosy cheeks, taking a seat on your mattress with you, snuggling beneath the blankets with you. "But really. Now is our time to do something, N/N. Just me and you - no interruptions."

"How do you figure that'll happen, Pete?" You groan, swatting his outstretched arm towards you, though you hastily rethink your actions and begrudgingly allow him to pull you closer to his side. "We live in New York and you're Spider-Man. Crime never sleeps 'round here."

"Sure," He begins, turning to face you with a rather excited looking grin. "But I doubt anyone will be crazy enough to be committing crime in this weather - I could barely see anything swinging over here, so that's saying something!"