Wish You Were Gay (Peter Parker x Male Reader)

Bad case of the Mondays

The next morning I woke up, completely drained of all my energy, almost if I didn't sleep one bit the following night.

Peter wasn't anywhere to be seen but that was relatively expected, he did have school today after all.

However I couldn't help but miss him, especially after what happened with his whole nightmare thing, and the way he clung onto me. The fear in his eyes and the paleness of his complexion, all haunted me.

I pushed off the thought of whatever dream he had being real, I mean it was only a nightmare nothing less, just a light jump scare.

But the more I thought about it, the more I began to believe otherwise, maybe it was sleep paralysis? Maybe he just imagined it all, there's some logical reason for it, there always is...

I opened my door and headed downstairs, deciding that breakfast might help my mind relax, and not run on it's own.

The compound was just as quiet and off-putting as it was hours prior, leaving me in a feeling of uneasiness. Maybe the dream was true and everyone died, and I was somehow spared...

Ridiculous, idiotic thoughts are not welcomed here.

I proceeded down the stairs, still questioning my existence at this point, when a noise from the kitchen area, broke me from my thoughts.

I reeled myself down the remaining flights of stairs, as fast as I could, so I could peer around the corner. In the kitchen was a woman with auburn hair, a blue plaid bathrobe on, and some torn rabbit slippers.

Her hair was tied back haphazardly, and her flannel pajama bottoms, were loose around her legs, almost as if they were about to slip off, but the woman didn't seem to care.

She strode herself around the kitchen, waving her fingers around wildly, sending bowls, and cereal boxes whisking around her in the air. Almost, like a magician of some kind.

"Um...hi, do you know where everyone is or?" I said awkwardly, stepping away from the wall and moving the kitchen.

The woman yelped, and all of the floating objects came crashing down, plates, bowls, and cereal boxes all splattering about.

"Fuck it, Tony has people to clean this anyways." The woman mumbled before turning to me, throwing on a smile, "Hi! Yeah, they uh...they went to training. Some new regiment of Steve's they'll be back in an hour or so." The woman said, stepping over the mound of broken plates, and such before picking up a box of cereal from the ground, and shrugging her shoulders.

I nodded and than paused, "Wait...if you're an avenger than why are you here, while everyone else is training?" I asked, side glancing the woman, as she grabbed a handful of cereal from the box and shoved it in her mouth.

"I said it was my time of the month and everyone bought it, so I'm here now. Anyways, what about you? Aren't you supposed to be in school with Peter, I mean he keeps talking about this project you're doing." She mumbled, with the food still in her mouth, barely making an effort to chew it.

I made a face of disgust and frowned, "Suspended, three days, I headbutted a kid cause he beat up Peter for no reason, honestly like what's the reason? Peter is just so...so..." I couldn't find the word or words to describe him, without sounding like a creep, or revealing I had a thing for him.

"Yeah, I get that Peter's an...intresting one. He's good help with Tony in the lab from what I hear, you got lucky with the partner situation." She shrugged again, digging her hand deeper into the box of what I now saw as Cheerios.

The woman was...unique and colorful to say the least, she definitely knew quite a bit about Peter, maybe she could give me some...background information.