𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

You're Spider-Man - P.P

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff, worried reader

Summary → You and Ned found out that Peter's Spider-Man, but also you're really worried.

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You and Ned sat on the edge of Peter's bed, glancing around his room while waiting for him to return. Aunt May had welcomed you both inside, as she always did, with her warm smile. Sometimes, you wished she were your aunt-she had a way of making you feel at home.

You and Ned finally decided to start building the Death Star while waiting for Peter to return from his internship. As much as you admired Iron Man-just like Peter did-you were starting to really dislike him. He always kept your Peter busy with that internship.

Suddenly, the window of Peter's bedroom opened, and you and Ned exchanged confused glances. Then, Spider-Man crawled through the window and began climbing on the ceiling. You watched in complete shock.

Spider-Man made his way along the ceiling towards Peter's door, shutting it slowly before landing gracefully on the floor without a sound.

When he removed his mask and turned around, you were met with a familiar pair of brown eyes. Your jaw dropped slightly in disbelief. His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Ned and you on the bed.

Ned's LEGO figure crashed on the floor in pieces with a loud sound.

"What was that?!" May yelled from the kitchen.

"Uh- it's nothing! Nothing!" Peter yelled back.

"You're-you're the Spider-Man, from YouTube," Ned said. Peter pressed the spider emblem on his chest, causing the suit to loosen and fall at his feet.

"No, I'm not. I'm not."

"You were on the ceiling!" Ned exclaimed, and you didn't say anything, still in shock.

"No, I wasn't, Ned! What are you guys doing in my room?" Peter said, panic evident in his voice.

"Well, May let us in. You said we were gonna build the Death Star."

"You can't just bust into my room!" Peter exclaimed.

Suddenly, May opened the door, waving a rug in front of her. "That turkey meatloaf recipe is a disaster. Okay, let's go out for dinner. Thai? You guys want Thai?"

Before Ned could reply, Peter quickly interjected, "He has thing... to do after, but Y/n's coming."

"Alright, and Peter, maybe put on some clothes. Y/n's cheeks are looking like tomatoes," May added with a grin before closing the door.

Peter immediately grabbed the closest thing and pulled it on, avoiding your wide-eyed stare.

A heavy silence hung in the room before Peter spoke, his voice laced with concern. "Y/n, baby, please say something. You're freaking me out."

"I just... I can't believe it's really you," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to process everything.

He tugged on the hem of his sweatshirt, glancing down nervously. "It's me. I swear, it's really me."

"I'm gonna let you two talk. I'll see you guys tomorrow," Ned said before grabbing his things.

"Bye, buddy," Peter said, and you gave Ned a hug from where you were sitting.

"Bye, Ned." The door closed behind Ned.

"Tell me what you're thinking," he said. He could tell you had a million things on your mind at the moment.

You looked up at him, eyes filled with worry. "Peter, you could have been killed doing this."

His expression softened as he crouched down in front of you, taking your hands gently in his. "Hey, look at me. I'm okay, alright? I promise I'm not going anywhere."

You shook your head, tears starting to well up. "But what if something happens? What if one day you don't come back?"

Peter quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Don't think like that, babe. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always come back to you."

You buried your face into his neck, letting a few tears slip out. "I just don't want to lose you."

He pulled back slightly, brushing the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. "You won't. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Okay?"

You nodded, feeling slightly reassured by his words. "Okay."

He leaned in and kissed you softy, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Peter," you replied, your voice steadying as you looked into his familiar brown eyes.

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