Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Eight

Much to your disappointment, you'd woken up alone in Steve's bed. He'd left you a bottle of water and a note on his side table explaining that he had morning training. There was also a sketch of a rose on the back. He might have downplayed his drawing ability, but that little sketch was next level shit. It looked real, like you could reach into the paper and pull the flower out. Yeah, you were saving that forever.

Webs was already up and waiting for you in his room, giving you shit about your mini walk of shame. But fuck that. You had absolutely zero shame. After you'd showered, the two of you opted for breakfast at your favorite bakery on the way to campus after stopping by your apartment to get your stuff. It was time to return the books from your winter semester, well all except your psych book since you still had the final in two days. The plan was to turn the cash you got from the returns right back around to purchase the books you needed for the upcoming spring semester. Peter had a full load, and you needed the study materials for the NCLEX you'd be taking in a few months.

"Trust fall!" The yell left your lips as you jumped, allowing your body to become dead weight in the air.

"Shit!" Peter dropped the books he was carrying to the ground as he scrambled to catch you.

Once you were securely back on your own two feet, Peter bent to pick up the books while you lost yourself in laughter.

"You gotta stop doing that! What if I miss?"

"Please. You've got the tingle. I trust you to never miss." You slapped him on the shoulder as the two of you continued your walk through campus to the bookstore.

"Here. If you're gonna be rude you can carry your own books." Webs shoved half of the pile into your arms, and you groaned at the additional weight. Your own backpack was already heavy fucking enough.

Did you regret your actions though? Hell fucking no.

"I hope that you have no cold sides on your pillow when you go to sleep tonight." You smirked.

"I hope next time you get a pack of Skittles there's no red ones." He countered.

"Now that's just taking it a step too far." You shook your head failing miserably at hiding your smile.

The bookstore was packed as always. After doing your returns the two of you went your separate ways to get what you needed. Arms loaded down with more information than you could ever hope to memorize, you joined Peter at the back of the line.

"Ned texted. Wanna have him over tonight?"

"Sure! We can finally put together that puzzle I got you for Christmas."

The line moved up a few spots.

"There better be drinks involved if we have to do that monstrosity." Peter grumbled.

"Jeesh Webs, would it kill you to branch out?"

"I branch out! Just not into the Star Trek stuff. You know you're an outcast of the fandom for liking it."

"I'm just saying, Captain Kirk can have me anytime, on any planet. I'll take the backlash because it would be fucking worth it."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say. But the second we're done, I'm burning it."

You gasped. "You wouldn't. That was a very thoughtful gift on my part."

"You were only thinking of yourself."

"I was thinking about our friendship and spending quality time together."

"Mhmm." Peter was called to the next register, effectively ending the conversation.