the spider whisperer

Girlfriend [chapter 41]

"You wanted to talk with me?" Peter mumbled after they'd entered the girl's room and she had closed the door. She once again held his mask, but this time tightly grasping it. "Something wrong? Other than the fact Pin brutally murdered my best friend."

"It's nothing," she mumbled out, fiddling with the mask in her hands.

Peter shook his head, "Well it was eating at you enough to feel the need to tell me now. So tell me, damsel, what is it?"

"I promise it's nothing," she tried to reassure herself more than she was trying to reassure him. "It's just—" right as she was about to just spit it out, her throat suddenly got very dry. Some things just weren't meant to be said. "Nothing. It's nothing."

The young hero didn't believe her in the slightest bit. In his time of knowing y/n, which was basically his whole life, he'd learned to read her very well. To the point they'd had small conversations without speaking a word. Right then and there, everything about her was screaming that she had something she really wanted to tell him. Almost to the point it was necessary, but she couldn't spill it.

One thing about his damsel, she was never afraid to tell Peter what was on her mind. He was like a walking diary to her. So when he realized she just couldn't force herself to say it, Peter knew it was doing a number on her mental well-being.

In response to this conclusion, Peter walked up to the girl. He placed his forehead against hers, slowly closing his eyes as they made contact. Then his hands came up to cup her cheeks. The gloves prevented her from feeling the warmth of his actual hands, but the way his thumb slowly rubbed back and forth over her skin made up for it. He was giving her comfort in the quickest and best way he could.

In life, there are times when the world suddenly just becomes still. A blanket of calmness covers all. The loudness of the world gets drowned out, and everything just feels right.

A moment had settled over the two of them.

It almost feels like nothing could ruin that moment. Not until the loud honking of a car disrupts it all.

"How about you give me a good luck kiss...?" Peter opened his eyes. He gave her that reassuring smile of his that she'd slowly grown to love.

She huffed out a small laugh. As Peter had asked, she gave him a kiss. Just not in the way he was expecting. Instead of planting one on his lips, she put her hand over his mouth. Then she kissed the spot where his lips would've been had her hand not been serving as a barrier.

Peter pouted, "I meant an actual kiss."

This time she actually laughed. Leaning into his touch, she let out a sigh of contentment, "I'll give you an 'actual' kiss if you come back to me."

"When," the boy corrected her sentence.

"I'll give you a kiss when you come back to me," she smiled softly at him. Then she pulled away from him to let the boy know it was time for him to leave and go save the day. "Now go kick some ass, Bug Boy."

"You're never gonna use any of my actual names, are you?" he half-chuckled, accepting the mask from her as she held it out. When she shook her head, Peter almost laughed. "Well then, I'll be on my way. Stay safe without me, Sunshine. And if that guy in the living room does anything, notify me immediately. You're my top priority."

She nodded, "I will, I will. Now get a move on. You're being timed; remember?"

"If you wanted me to leave so bad, you could've just asked," Peter joked. "Alright, good bye." Then he shoved the mask on his head, opened the fire escape window, and left to the location he was given.