Peter Parker x Reader

Near Heart Attack!

A/N- All credit goes to the writer thollandsgirl2013 on Tumbler

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You and Peter find out Ben has powers.

Warnings- None! just fluff

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"Where is he?" You mutter, your voice rising with each word as you move through the apartment. Your heart races, and panic starts to set in. You check the usual places—the crib, under the table, even behind the couch. But there's no sign of your son.

"Peter!" You shout, your voice shaky. "I can't find Ben!"

Peter rushes into the room, wiping his hands on a towel. "What do you mean you can't find him?" He asks, a frown forming on his face as he scans the room, just as puzzled.

"I just turned my back for a second, and now he's—he's gone!" Panic bubbles up in your chest, and you check every nook and cranny. The playpen is empty, the hallway quiet. Your heart is racing, your hands trembling. "I swear, he was right here. How does a two-year-old just disappear?"

Peter starts scanning the room with you, but suddenly, his expression shifts from panic to amusement.

"Uh, babe," Peter says, holding back a grin, "I think I found him."

You stop, turning to face Peter. "Where?"

Peter points upward, and your breath catches in your throat. There, clinging to the ceiling, is little Ben. His tiny hands are stuck to the surface like he belongs there, his wide eyes staring down at you both with pure innocence, completely unaware of the heart attack he nearly gave you.

"Oh my God," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Peter... he's on the ceiling!"

Peter chuckles, pride shining in his eyes. "Yup, just like his old man."

You blink, still frozen in shock. "How is this even possible? He's—he's a baby!"

Peter beams, his chest puffing out with pride as he steps closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I mean, it was bound to happen eventually, right? He's my kid. Of course he's got powers."

He watches your son with an awe-struck expression, his smirk growing. "Look at him. He's a natural. A baby with some pretty cool powers." Glancing back at you, he adds with a playful glint, "Looks like our little guy's inherited more than just my good looks."

You can't help but groan. "Peter, this isn't funny! Get him down before he falls!"

Peter gives you a reassuring smile, gently squeezing your hand. "I've got this, don't worry." He jumps on the ceiling, pulling himself up effortlessly until he's level with Ben. "Hey, Benji," Peter says softly, grinning as he reaches for his son. "Having fun up here, buddy?"

Ben's face lights up when he sees Peter. "Da-da!" He squeals, reaching his little arms out. "Fun!"

Peter's heart melts as he carefully peels Ben off the ceiling and cradles him in his arms. He glances down at you with a proud smile before lowering himself and Ben back to the ground.

You rush over, wrapping both Peter and Ben in a tight hug. Your heart is still racing, but the sight of your little boy safe in Peter's arms brings a wave of relief.

"I thought I was going to have a heart attack," you murmur, kissing Ben's cheek. "You scared me, baby."

Ben looks at you with wide eyes, his little hand reaching for your face. "Ma-ma," he babbles, a sweet smile curling his lips. "Ma!"

Your heart melts. "Yes, sweetie, Mama's here," you say softly, brushing your fingers through his messy curls.

Peter laughs softly, bouncing Ben in his arms. "I guess we've got a little spider on our hands." He looks down at Ben, his voice playful. "Benji, you showing off for us, huh?"

Ben giggles, bouncing in Peter's arms. "Up!" He squeals, pointing to the ceiling again. "Up, Da-da!"

Peter laughs, clearly amused. "Oh, you wanna go back up there, huh?"

"Peter, no," you quickly interject, though you can't help the small smile on your lips. "Please, no more ceiling adventures."

Ben turns to you, his chubby cheeks puffing out as he tries to copy the word. "No 'ventshurs?" He babbles, mispronouncing it with his little toddler tongue. His brows furrow as if he's trying to understand.

You giggle, cupping his cheek. "Yes, no more adventures for today, okay? You stay with Mama and Dada."

Ben frowns dramatically, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. "Up!" He declares stubbornly, making Peter laugh.

Peter nuzzles Ben's cheek, tickling him gently. "Not today, little dude. But I gotta say, I'm pretty proud of you."

Ben giggles and squirms in Peter's arms, his face lighting up with joy. "Pwoud?"

Peter nods, grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, buddy, Daddy's so proud of you. You're just like me."

You groan playfully, shaking your head as you run your fingers through Ben's curls. "Great, another spider. I don't think my heart can take this much worry."

Ben looks at you, his big, curious eyes blinking up at you. "Mama pwoud?"

Your heart melts at the sound of his sweet little voice. You cup his cheek and kiss his forehead. "Of course, Mama's proud," you say softly. "But Mama's also very tired, and you gave her quite the scare."

Ben tilts his head, clearly not understanding everything but catching onto your tone. He wraps his tiny arms around your neck, pulling you in for a hug. "Sowwy, Ma-ma."

Your chest tightens with emotion, and you hug him back. "It's okay, baby. Just stay on the ground from now on, okay?"

Peter watches you both with an adoring smile, his hand resting on your back. "You know," he teases, "he's probably gonna be crawling on walls more often now. It's in his blood."

You groan, pulling back from Ben to give him a mock glare. "Don't encourage him, Peter."

Peter laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "No promises. I mean, just look at him—he's already got the hang of it." His gaze shifts down to Ben, pride and amusement lighting up his eyes. "Look at you, buddy. Already crawling on walls. You're gonna be swinging through the city in no time."

Groaning again, you bury your face in Peter's chest. "Please don't give him any ideas."

Peter chuckles, gently rocking the baby. "Too late. I'm already imagining us swinging as a family. It'll be epic. Father and son duo."

You shake your head, though a small smile tugs at your lips despite the lingering panic. "I don't think my heart can handle it."

Ben looks up at Peter with wide eyes, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Up, Da-da!" He demands again, making grabby hands at the ceiling.

You shake your head, a fond smile on your lips despite everything. "Definitely your kid."

Peter chuckles, bouncing Ben in his arms again. "Yeah, and I couldn't be prouder."

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