𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘; tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

CHAPTER FIVE; cocoa

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PART ONE
Cocoa

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" y/n's point of view "

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AT SCHOOL, WHILE sitting on the bleachers at the football field, Peter handed me the tiny jar he kept the spider that bit him and gave him his abilities.

"Oh, creepy." I made a face as I examined it closely. "But also pretty cool."

"It knows how to bite, too." Peter added on as I looked at the different colors on the spider's back.

"Who else knows about this?" I asked curiously.

"Just you."

That made my heart flutter a little. "Really?"

He nodded with a smile before looking down.

"Hey, you don't... You don't believe what the police are saying, do you?" Peter questioned, his voice soft and worried.

"No, of course not." I told him. Then I got curious again. "Does the stuff you can do ever scare you?"

"No. No." He answered with a smile and turned his body so it would face me.

"What about that thing on the bridge?" I asked. "What did it look like?"

"It was real big. Too big to be human." He stated and I raised my eyebrows.

"Are you kidding? Peter, you gotta lay low."

"No, can't do that."

"You've got to. What if you get really hurt? I mean, why...?"

"Because of last night. Those people on the bridge. Whatever was attacking them would have... would've killed them." He sighed a little and I nodded. An understanding. "So I gotta go after it."

"That's not your job." I pointed out.

"Maybe it is." He said.

"Well, whichever one, I'll always be here on your side." I bumped his arm with my own. "Whatever you choose."

"Thanks." He smiled and met my eyes again. "You know, I really liked kissing you. You're an amazing kisser."

I looked down with a chuckle, my cheeks burning like crazy.

"Well, you know, I didn't hate it either." I tried playing it off, as if it hadn't been the only thing on my thoughts since the night before.

"No?" He moved a little closer. Then a little closer.

Just before his lips were on mine, he pulled back and caught a football that had been flying towards our heads with one hand.

Then he threw it back, and it dented a pole from one of the field's goals.

My mouth fell open and I looked away from the goalpost and to Peter, whose face had scrunched into a wince.