Peter Parker x Reader

A Red and Blue Valentine's Day

A/N- All credit goes to the writer sourcherryandsprinkles on Tumbler

https://www.tumblr.com/sourcherryandsprinkles/742624312460214272/please-do-something-with-peter-parker-for-vday-i

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter freaks that he can't buy you an expensive gift, but it turns out a little something is perfect.

Warnings- Nothing but sweet fluff.

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''No, you don't understand, Ned. It needs to be perfect,'' Peter explained, turning to his best friend for help.

''My longest and only relationship lasted about sixty hours, so I'm not really the one to come to for Valentine's Day gift ideas.''

''Uncle Ben always gave May flowers and chocolate.'' And Peter always tried to steal chocolate from the box. ''But Y/N is Mr. Stark's daughter, I can't just buy her flowers and chocolate. She'll think I'm poor.''

''Didn't you tell me this morning that you only have five dollars in your pockets?'' Ned recalled, taking one of the homemade cookies his lola had put into his lunch bag and taking a bite. There was one for Peter too, but he was too busy worrying and panicking.

Peter groaned and hid his face in his crossed arms, frustrated and desperate. Being broke was a second problem to his Valentine's Day plan. ''What am I gonna do? Valentine's Day is in two days. I can't not get her anything.''

''If you go back to the roots of Valentine's Day, it's about celebrating love. You don't have to spend money to show someone you love them.'' Peter opened his mouth, but Ned spoke first. ''Even if she's a Stark and bathes in money,'' he added. ''She didn't fall in love with you because of your economic status, she fell in love because of who you are.''

On the big day, Peter set everything up in his living room. May was on a date with Happy, so he had the apartment to himself — until 10pm. He didn't have a projector, so he made one with a shoebox and a magnifying glass, and hung a sheet to one of the walls to turn into a screen. He made cheese pastas and brought over the single chocolate cupcake he was able to afford.

He was nervous, constantly checking his phone waiting for your 'I'm here' text. When he finally got it, Peter rushed to the door, smoothing his button up and fixing his hair before opening. If he was this nervous for Valentine's Day, he didn't want to imagine the nervous wreck he would be at his wedding.

Not that he was planning on getting married anytime soon.

''Happy Valentine's Day,'' you said with a smile on your glossy lips.

Peter said the words back and let you in, gulping when his eyes fell on the small gift bag you were holding. You set it down on the table to take off your coat and boots, revealing a pink sweater and a sparkly necklace that cost probably more than anything in May's apartment.

You followed Peter to the living room, excitement bubbling in your stomach when seeing the frozen image of your favorite rom-com projected on the wall. ''You made this?''

Peter gave you a small nod. Projectors were easy to make. He learned how in a science book for kids when he was nine. May was so impressed when he showed her his 'magic box'.

''It's not much, but—'' he started to say, but you shut him up with a kiss.

''Stop it,'' you said, guessing his train of thoughts. ''This is the best Valentine's Day gift ever.''

You never had another valentine before him — beside the little boys in middle school who sent you cards and heart lollipops —, but Peter's gift came from the heart. It was thoughtful and personal, therefore meant a lot to you.

After eating the pastas, you handed Peter the gift bag. He was nervous just from holding it.

He slowly pulled out the festive tissue papers and groaned when seeing a red and blue plush toy. ''Spiderman? Really?'' Peter made an annoyed face. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful, but he was getting tired of the jokes with the Spiderman merch he had no control over.

''Press his chest,'' you instructed, ignoring his complaints.

Peter gave you a confused look, but listened. ''I love you, my Spidey,'' the toy said.

You watched his expressions shift from confusion to surprise, Peter's eyes widening when he recognized the sound of your voice. A genuine smile spread across his face, the small plush taking a whole other meaning. ''That's your voice,'' he whispered, still holding the talking Spiderman plush.

You nodded, the sparks in Peter's eyes telling you that no expensive gift could have matched this one. He was truly touched. ''I know you don't like when I get you expensive things, so I didn't get you a new watch,'' you explained, thinking back at the Cartier watch you hesitated on last week. He would have hated it.

Turning toward you, Peter enveloped you in a hug to properly thank you.

Your arms wrapped around him in return. ''Even when I'm not with you, you'll always have something to remind you that I love you.'' 

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