for the first time (andrew!peter parker x reader)

four

"in the flesh."

you looked up at the masked hero in front of you. you could feel his worried gaze even through his mask. his hands were on your shoulders holding you up, not letting you crumple on the ground like a discarded receipt.

once reality managed to kick back, in you scrambled through your backpack looking for anything you could offer him in thanks for his help.

"wow. um- i," you tried to hand him the small amount of loose change you could find.

he laughed, the sound making you feel all warm and fuzzy.

"no, it's ok. i'm just doing my job, you don't have to pay me."

you glared up at him, chewing on your bottom lip.

"at least let me buy you something to eat?"

spider-man tilted his head slightly and you felt your face go red.

"not like that! just a candy bar or something. wait, would you rather something healthier? maybe a fly? because you're a spider?" fuck. you were rambling and he just stood there looking at you. then he laughed, the sound low and rumbling.

"i don't eat flys! and seriously, you don't have to repay me."

you were mentally face palming. of course he doesn't eat flys he's not a real fucking spider. great job, (y/n).

in your very embarrassing panic you turned and walked away. maybe it was more awkward than the conversation but it was easier than having to face him and start rambling again.

guilt bubbled up inside you. he saved you hundreds of dollars, maybe even your life and you just walked away. sure, he is spider-man, helping people is just what he does. but you still couldn't help and feel bad for not repaying him.

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after finally getting home and throwing your bag onto your bed, you felt like you could breathe again. after untangling your earphones from your jacket and random wrappers in your pocket you messaged peter.

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(y/n)
you will not believe what happened!
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peter didn't reply for a few hours but you didn't let it get to you. he was clearly a busy man with his own life and job.

he didn't even have to answer you. you'd ghosted him for weeks, he had every right to do the same.

flopping haphazardly onto your bed, that had become a dumping ground for clothes you wore once and plastic water bottles, you sighed.

you knew that there was a painting you could be working on, but zoning out to music while staring at the ceiling felt like a much better option after the day you'd had.

your eyes felt heavy. you couldn't be bothered fighting them and let yourself fall asleep.

spoiler: that was the best nap you've ever had.

the sound of your phone chiming woke you up.

your apartment was dark except from the small amount of light coming in though the window from the street lights bellow.