Andrew Garfield one-shots

DAMN YOU AND YOUR DAMN SPIDEY-SENSES- PETER PARKER

@yussidahazmiyatul

Hey, you are amazing writer. Could I request my Peter Parker x reader story like this :

A female reader married to Peter Parker. They have a daughter named Louise (Louise May Parker). A three years old Louise inherited Peter's spidey power and crawled around the above walls inside her parents home. The reader just panic cause thought Louise was missing or abducted. Peter came and reader told him about Louise (his wife, in panic, blamed him for his spidey genes). Peter finally found little Louise above them and try to get his child down. Thankyou 

Hope you'll like it <3

"Where the hell is she?" I panicked as I looked over the spot on the carpet where Louise, our three year old toddler was playing mere seconds ago.

I started looking frantically around the entire kitchen and living room, even going as far as checking under the sofa, even though the rational side of my brain knew there was no way she could fit under there.

I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling sharply at the curls, frustration and anxiety rippling through me.

My eyes widened as my stare fixed on the stairs up to mine and Peter's bedroom, "she wouldn't..." I trailed off, "she couldn't," I said firmly to none other than myself.

Nonetheless, I pondered my options for no more than half a second before I raced up the stairs and threw the door of the bedroom open, making it bang loudly against the wall.

I searched around frantically for Louise, throwing away everything that got in my way.

I scrambled on the floor onto my knees, searching under the bed, and then under the desk, under the chairs and under the beside tables.

I wiped angrily at my eyes before I ran to the connected bathroom to our bedroom, opening every shelf and drawer, looking in the shower and in the bathtub; I knew my research in the bathroom was no more useful than the one under my sofa had been before, but my rational side was more than gone by now.

I raced back into the bedroom and opened the closet harshly, throwing every single item of clothing on the floor to look for a possible hidden toddler beneath the layers of fabric.

"Y/n/n!" I heard Peter's booming voice from down the hallway, "Louise, where are my favorite girls?"

His footsteps echoed in the house as he walked up the stairs to our bedroom.

My head shot up and I glared at the beautiful pair of chocolate brown eyes in front of me as his head peeked through the door.

"I don't know," I growled, "considering one is missing!" I hissed.

Peter widened his eyes, "what?"

"Louise!" I cried, "I can't find her."

Peter scrambled on his knees next to me, "what do you mean you can't find her?"

I groaned as tears started to brim the corner of my eyes, "she was there, then I turned around to get her something to eat and she was gone," I sniffled.

Peter opened his mouth and was just about to say something when a soft giggle rang through the house.

In mere seconds we both darted out of the bedroom, running down the stairs to the living room.

We searched around aimlessly till we heard another giggle.

I froze when I realized where the sound was coming from.

Looking up I almost had an heart attack; Louise was sticking to the ceiling, sticking to the damn ceiling!

Her cubby legs were dangling from the rest of her body, her mouth pulled upwards in a cheeky smile.

"Peter!" I cried out, "get her down from there!"

Peter looked up and his face paled, his arms reaching out in less than a second to get our baby safely in his arms.

"Oh," I breathed out a sigh of relief as I snatched her from Pete's arms, "oh thank god."

I shook my head repeatedly, "how in the hell did she—" I cut myself off, my gaze burning holes in Peter's skull, "you!" I sheeted, "you and your damn spidey-senses!"

Peter's mouth hung open, "you think..." he trailed off, "oh," he gasped, "hey, how's that my fault? I didn't know it would pass on!" Peter said defensively.

I held Louise close to my chest, "I know," I sighed, "I know, I'm sorry, you're right, it's not your fault," I rambled on, "I was just scared out of my wits."

Peter smiled softly, at me, "I know you didn't mean it," he assured.

He moved towards us and rested his hand on the back of our daughter's neck, "you scared us baby," he whispered softly to Louise as he wrapped his arms around the both of us.

I let my head fall into Peter's chest, my pent up frustration and anxiety flooding through me and spilling out of my body in salty tears.

Peter rubbed my back gently on a shooting motion, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"What are we gonna do?" I whispered.

Peter shrugged and pressed a kiss to my forehead, doing the same to Louise, "hopefully she'll just stick to things for a while and be very strong, we'll just have to be very careful," he smiled softly down at me, "we can do this."

I smiled back at him, "yeah, I guess we can."

A/N: What do you guys think?