Peter Parker x Reader

Our Little Game

It was midday. The sun was high in the sky, shining down on you and Peter as you both lounged on the Brooklyn Bridge . You and Peter have a habit of playing a little game, you both would describe future scenarios that were far more ideal than your current one.

"Close your eyes," you said, rolling onto your side to get a better look at your partner. "No peeking."

Peter squeezed his eyes shut and tucked his hands beneath his head.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"It's summer and we're at the shore. Can you smell the ocean and feel the warm sand against your skin?" You looked down at Peter's face and saw his olive skin glow beneath the light of the sun. "And the salty sea breeze." You blew softly against his cheek and gained a chuckle from him as a bright smile illuminated his face.

Peter relaxed further, releasing the tension in his facial muscles as you noticed his expression turn serene.

"Or perhaps it's winter. It's the first snow and we're in our very own cabin cuddled up in front of the fireplace. You have a wealth of books by now and you're catching up on your favorite, The catcher in the rye. We have a son. He resembles his father." You walked your fingertips along his cheekbones. "He has your determination."

"And your eyes, your smile, your sensibility..." Peter trailed off lovingly.

He took your hand, moving it down to his lips, and planted little pecks against each of your fingertips. When he was finished, he placed your palm against his heart and you felt his pulse quicken.

"He's giggling because he's playing with his granny May," you continued. "We're happy. It's peaceful. There's no more fighting."

A chance at a normal life sure sounded nice but it only seemed like an unachievable dream.

"Or we're still living the fast life," you sighed, resting your head against Peter's chest where your hand once was. Your heart rates and breathing seemed to synchronize as you melted into him. "A new threat has presented itself but we face it together." You tilted your head up until your lips were level with Peter's neck. You brushed your lips along his skin, dragging tender kisses down his throat until you met his collarbone. You stopped, feeling Peter shiver beneath you. "Or maybe we leave New York in the dust," you went on. "We'll drive  off into the sunset, or swing,  just the two of us. Whatever the hell we want." You pressed your lips against his in a long, delicate kiss. "What do you think?"

Peter opened his eyes and looked at you, the light of his life. He grabbed your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, and said, "I'll go anywhere, do anything, and face anyone as long as you're there by my side."