The Tangled Web | Peter Parker

Chapter 11

Peter took the rest of the night to explain the physics behind the swing. It got too cold for me outside, so we ended up going back into his room and searching for the video of the masked vigilante. Peter swore that was the first time he saw the video, but I couldn't help but notice how quickly he was able to find it.

He sat at his desk, watching and rewatching the video, pausing it every few seconds to explain the velocity of something, then rewinding and explaining again. I sat on his bed, taking notes, trying my best to keep up and understand what the hell he was talking about. After about an hour of him attempting to break down the basic physics of how weight doesn't affect a pendulum swing, I started to doze off. Turns out you can't learn physics in a night.

I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, wrapped up in his comforter that had somehow found its way on top of me. The sunlight was aggressively shining through his window right onto my face. I groaned, turning my head into the pillow as I lifted the covers over my head, shielding myself from the bright light. I breathed in a familiar cologne. Peter. I let out a content sigh, allowing myself to be covered in his scent. Wait. He isn't here. Where is he?

I slowly lowered the covers, peeking my head out to look around his room. My eyes scanned the bed. There was no sight of him. I sat up, my gaze lowering to the floor, and landing on Peter. There you are. I leaned my head back against the pillow, sighing as I admired where he slept.

He was laying on the floor in a sprawled-out position on his stomach. A blanket only partially covered his body, revealing most of his bare skin to the cold air in his room. One of his arms was tucked under a pillow, supporting his head as he snored lightly. His legs were in the position of the number four, and the one that was bent to the side was pulling the blanket off of him, revealing his choice of pajamas: red and white checkered boxers.

I tried my best not to stare, but it was so goddamn impossible. I couldn't help but notice the muscles in his back, moving with every breath he took. When the hell did he become so muscular? My eyes trailed over his body, taking in every inch of him. My sight quickly returned to his shoulders, watching as his chest expanded and contracted, mesmerized by the movement.

His alarm started screeching, startling both of us. He groaned loudly, grunting as he pushed himself off of the ground and stomped over to turn off the alarm. His hand slammed down on the snooze button as he turned around to face me.

"Ahh, fuck!" he screamed, bringing his hand to his chest for a quick moment before crouching into a fighting stance. He was gasping for air as he stumbled backward a few steps. "Em, you scared the shit out of me!" he exhaled, shaking his head.

I brought the comforter to my face, using it to hide my laughter as I giggled at his reaction. "Good morning to you, too," I laughed, lowering the blanket. My eyes grew wide, the blood draining from my face as they landed on his waist. The fabric of his boxers was stretched taught, working overtime to not expose himself.

"I'm still not used to the new alarm," he explained as he lifted the clock into the air, searching for the button to turn the alarm off. His face was scrunched in confusion as he turned the device over in his hands. "Ah, there," he sighed, satisfied as he turned off the alarm and lowered it back onto the nightstand.

I tried to stay focused on his face the entire time, but it was incredibly difficult to do so with his bulge only a few inches from my face. "Did you sleep okay?" I asked, shaking my head as I closed my eyes.

"Yeah," he exhaled, lifting his arm to stretch above his head. "Until that damn thing went off."

"Interrupted a good dream, I presume?" I laughed, biting back a smile.