𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Secret Identities - P.P

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff, angst, fear

Summary → You have powers and Peter finds out about it.

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2012 - New York City

The afternoon sun shone brightly as you giggled from the swing, your dad gently pushing you higher. Your mom stood a few feet away, capturing the moment with her camera. These park visits were your favorite-just you, your parents, and the simple joys of laughter.

But then the sky tore open.

At first, you stared, wide-eyed, mesmerized by the swirling colors and the vastness above. But the terror on your parents' faces snapped you back to reality. Your dad's voice quivered as he called your name, urging you off the swing. People screamed, chaos spreading like wildfire as they rushed out of the park.

You ran, clutching your mom's hand, weaving through the panic, dodging debris as buildings crumbled around you. Fire and smoke filled the air. Your family ducked under a slab of fallen concrete, trying to shield themselves. And then, there he was-Loki, his scepter glowing ominously.

In the confusion, you felt the impact before you saw it-a blue beam from the scepter striking you directly. Pain didn't come; instead, everything went black. The last thing you heard was your parents screaming your name.

---

That was a long time ago, but that moment still haunts you. Now you know the truth: the blue beam was from the Tesseract. It didn't hurt you. Instead, your body absorbed its power, transforming you. Invisibility, telekinesis, teleportation-just like Violet Parr from The Incredibles.

You often considered using these powers for good, but your parents were adamant that you remain hidden. They were overprotective, terrified that if anyone found out, you'd be taken away, experimented on. Your dad, a scientist, knew too well what could happen. So you lived quietly, blending in, always cautious.

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It was another frantic morning for Peter Parker. He sprinted through the halls, skidding to a stop outside the classroom. Stupid robbers, he thought. Stopping a robbery before school wasn't exactly how he'd wanted to start his junior year.

He pushed open the door. The teacher was already mid-introduction.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," Peter panted, offering an apologetic smile.

The teacher raised an eyebrow but waved it off. "First class, so I'll let it slide. But don't make it a habit."

Peter exhaled in relief and scanned the room, spotting an empty seat next to you. He slid into the chair, but as soon as he did, his Spidey sense tingled. There was something... different. Not dangerous, just... odd.

He glanced over at you, his curiosity piqued. You noticed his stare and shifted uncomfortably.

"Can I help you?" You asked, breaking the silence. "I'm Y/n, by the way."

Peter blinked, snapping out of his daze. "I-I um, I'm Parker, I mean, P-Peter Parker." He fumbled through his introduction.

You chuckled softly. "Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. You don't have to be so nervous. I don't bite." You smiled, and Peter felt his face heat up. She seems nice, he thought. But that strange feeling still lingered.

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Over the next few days, you and Peter started hanging out more, often with his best friend Ned. They were both so sweet, and soon, you found yourself developing a crush on Peter. Little did you know, Peter felt the same, though something was still nagging him-his instincts telling him there was more to you.

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It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, and you were waiting outside the theater for Peter. As usual, he was late. Glancing around, you noticed a commotion nearby. Without thinking, you ran towards it.

The Rhino was rampaging through the streets, smashing cars and sending people into a frenzy. Spider-Man was already on the scene, swinging between buildings, taking civilians to safety and also trying to web Rhino up. But Rhino was too strong, and even Spider-Man was struggling.

You ducked into a nearby alley, your heart pounding. Spider-Man needs help, you had to help. Concentrating, you turned invisible and slipped into the chaos. Using your telekinesis, you lifted chunks of debris, hurling them at Rhino. It was enough to throw him off balance, giving Spider-Man the chance to knock him down and web him up.

When you saw everything was clear you went back into the alley. You made a purple circle to teleport back. Just as you were about to teleport back to the theater, a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Holy shit!"

Your heart dropped. You turned slowly, expecting to meet Peter's worried gaze, "I-I'm so sorry you had to find out like-" you stammered. But instead, you were faced with Spider-Man, his white eyes wide in surprise.

"Wha-SPIDER-MAN! Oh my God, please don't tell anyone about me. Please, I didn't hurt anyone, I promise! I just wanted to help." You nearly cried out in fear-fear that he would report you to the authorities, who would take you away from your parents to experiment on you.

Spider-Man took a step forward, raising his hands. "Hey, it's okay. I won't tell anyone. I know how it feels to be different."

"Thank you. But how can I trust you?" you asked hesitantly. Spider-Man tilted his head slightly to the side, as if in thought. He seemed to be debating with himself before he sighed. "I have an idea. Come with me." He took a step toward you, and you instinctively stepped back. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Do you trust me?" His voice soft.

Do you trust him? Your parents always told you not to trust strangers, but this is Spider-Man. Spider-Man isn't a stranger, right? Hesitantly, you nodded your head.

Suddenly, Spider-Man yanked you towards him, shooting a web somewhere above before jumping with you in his arms. You let out a startled yelp, clinging to him for dear life.

He landed with a soft thud, and you quickly opened your eyes, jumping away from him as soon as your feet hit the ground.

"Are you crazy?! What is wrong with you?" You yelled, your voice high-pitched with panic.

He chuckled, which only made you angrier.

"This isn't funny!"

You noticed you're at a rooftop. "Why are we here? Are you going to murder me or something?" You asked, eyeing him curiously.

Spider-Man let out a small chuckle. "No, Y/n. You're adorable when you're mad."

"How do you know my name?"

He sighed, fiddling with his gloved fingers. "I know you have powers, so it's only fair you know who I am."

You were puzzled by his words, but before you could stop him, he pulled off his mask. You gasped. The sweet, shy, introverted boy with the warm brown eyes-Peter Parker-was Spider-Man. You didn't know what to say.

"Hey, Y/n," Peter said softly, giving you a shy wave.

"Peter." You said softly.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah... surprise?"

"You're Spider-Man. Holy shit! That's why your voice sounded familiar."

"Why didn't you tell me about your powers?" Peter asked gently, just curious.

"I didn't want you to think I'm a freak," you said quietly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Same reason, I guess. But also, I wanted to protect the people I care about."

"You care about me?"

"Yeah," Peter admitted, blushing.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Maybe, the movie we were supposed to watch today... we can make it a date?" You asked shyly.

"That would be great," Peter smiled, his eyes lighting up.

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