the spider whisperer

So Mad [chapter 27]

After many, many, many apologies from Peter, things had calmed down. She was no longer yelling at him for scaring her half to death with his unique way of transportation. He was no longer on the floor, bowing down to her and begging for forgiveness. And they both were now sitting comfortably in his room. Her on his bed, and him on the floor directly in front of her with half his suit still on.

"So..." Peter trailed off, trying to figure out something to say.

She didn't respond to his awkward attempt at starting a conversation.

Peter sighed. He changed his sitting position so he sat criss-cross and was leaning back on his hands. A troubled look slowly started to overtake his features.

He was thinking about something. Something he hadn't told his damsel— not yet at least. A war was going on in his mind. Should he tell her? How would she react? Right then seemed like a decent enough time to tell her what had been on his mind for a good week or so.

And she deserved to know what he was thinking. They always told each other everything. Since day— well, that was actually pretty hard to say.

There had always sort of been a somewhat strong bond that was there from the several years they had to spend together. Her quick discovery of his being Spider-man only solidified things.

But there was trust in their relationship. Trust that they would talk over big decisions before taking action. Especially for things that could potentially be life threatening.

"Speak," she finally said after studying his expression for a moment. She'd known him far too long to not be able to tell when he was having an internal battle.

"I have an idea..." Peter mumbled, glancing up into her eyes for a quick second before quickly averting them. He didn't like how intimidating they always were at times. This was one of said times. "One that you, possibly, won't like—" He risked another look into her eyes. Peter chose to correct himself, "One that you definitely won't like. Not in the slightest bit."

Her eyes narrowed, pondering wether or not se should entertain the idea; if only momentarily. She didn't want to give him any hope. At the same time, she was now intrigued, "I'll listen."

Peter exhaled, releasing a strangled breath he barely even knew he was holding, "Ok. So, I would like to know if you were maybe, perhaps, just a little bit on board with me trying to take down King Pin—"

"No," she monotoned.

"But—" Peter tried again. Maybe if he could just present his case, she would support him.

However, he sort of forgot she was an unrelenting force. Even if it was one of the things he loved about her so much. "I said no. I mean it too."

"Sunshine, please," Peter begged. He stood up from his spot on the floor. He moved closer to the bed, "I want to— no, I need to try again. He's a danger to New York, and I made a promise to myself that I would make this big ass city safer for y— for everyone."

She missed his small slip up in his speech, "You're not going back there. Do you understand?"

"Oh, come on!" Peter threw his hands up in the air, brows furrowed very lightly. His lips started to tug downwards into a frown, "I'll do anything." He looked at her with pleading eyes. And, in a very breathy tone that wasn't above more than a whisper, he said: "Pretty please."

She folded. She folded so incredibly quickly her time should've been put on a Guinness World Records list.

"You make me so fucking mad, Parker," she stated with much irritation.