Characters x Reader Oneshots

Peter Parker X FReader: We Got Ourselves A Deal?

A/N: Based on Spectacular Spider-Man if it was set in an alternative universe where some events from the show happened and others didn't. This takes place with the gang in their early twenties and at university, since I'm also that thing and it made it easier to write.

Peter Parker x Female Reader

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School sucks, end of. Not only am I always late, but even when I'm on time, I still get singled out every time I show up. I thought university would be different than Midtown High, and yet here I am, showing up late and being singled out.

Let me start from the beginning, my name's Peter Parker, and for over four years I've been New York's one and only Spiderman. You probably know the story, I got bitten by a spider, suddenly found myself able to climb walls anddddd I pretty much save the city from some new supervillain on a weekly basis.

Right now I'm sat in the lab, listening to professor Octavious dribble out something about particle acceleration. I admire the Doc plenty, it's just when you're Spider-Man-ing until 4.30am, an 8am lecture doesn't fill you with an extreme energy to learn stuff.

The only thing that's keeping me awake is my friend Gwen Stacy, she took this course with me. I met Gwen when I was in Midtown, we bonded over being the only two nerds in school with a perfect score of 100 on every test we took. We had some bumpy times over the course of our friendship, mainly because of my...ahem, secret. But we overcame that fairly quickly and we've remained best buds ever since.

"And don't forget next week's essay, I want to see it on my desk by 9!" Octavious calls out, the shrill bell ringing out in an offbeat tune. As though it was an organised dance, the students stood up and rushed out of the door. Peter on the other hand, slowly placed his equipment away, his mind on something else.

Gwen seemed to notice his lacking behaviour, saddling up to his workbench with her books pushed against her chest, "Hey Pete, noticed you dozing off in class today? I wish I could say this wasn't an unusual occurrence."

"I know, I know." Peter waved his hand around dismissively, "It's just...other stuff kept me up last night." The teen tried to be discrete, noting Octavious was still in the room, and from past experiences, Peter knew he was always listening. Gwen got the gist of things pretty quickly, only offering Peter a small nod in return, "I see...Well, you better head home, I imagine May's waiting for you."

Peter inwardly groaned, "Ugh, right! I completely forgot what day it was." Peter then rushed away his books and pens, zipping his bag shut and haphazardly sprinting out of the room, "Thanks, Gwen!" his voice called out, dulling as he went further down the halls. Gwen left Octavious' room with a small smile, wishing the doctor himself a good afternoon.

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How could I possibly forget today, I'm such an idiot! Maybe I've been doing too many patrols recently, but it's not like it's my fault the bad guys won't take a day off. Ugh, May is going to kill me! That's if I'm not already dead before I get to the front door.

Peter had always thought swinging his way through the city was the fastest way home, but today he proved to himself that running like death was on your tail was also a sufficient way to get around. Once the old family home came into view, Peter skidded to a halt, pacing himself. He tried to control his breathing, flattened his wayward hair down and adjusted his clothing; all before putting a hand on the doorknob.

Slowly twisting, Peter was embraced by the warmth that flooded the house. He quickly sealed the door shut, finding it to be a shame to let the heating out into the cold November sunset. Dropping his school bag to the floor, Peter peeked his head into the living room, catching his aunt on her knees by the fireplace.