Marvel Oneshots

Caught in the rain (Peter Parker)

The sky had turned an ominous shade of gray, clouds swirling like a tempest waiting to break. Y/N and Peter Parker strolled hand-in-hand through Central Park, enjoying the last remnants of autumn before winter blanketed the city. Laughter echoed between them, a sweet melody against the backdrop of rustling leaves and distant chatter.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of rain. Y/N glanced up just in time to see the first drops fall from the sky. "Uh-oh," she said, pulling Peter's hand. "Looks like we should find shelter."

Before they could make a move, the heavens opened up, and rain poured down in a torrential cascade. Y/N squealed as the cold water drenched her, clinging to her clothes and hair. "This is not how I pictured our day!" she laughed, trying to keep her spirits high as they darted for a nearby tree, its leaves barely offering any protection.

"Great plan, Y/N! Standing under a tree in a rainstorm!" Peter chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled her closer under the limited coverage.

"Hey, it's better than nothing!" she shot back, giggling as she ran her fingers through her wet hair, water dripping from the ends. "I didn't think I'd have to worry about a rainstorm today!"

"Me neither," he said, his laughter mixing with the sound of raindrops splattering against the ground. "But I guess that's New York for you."

They exchanged playful glances, the tension of the unexpected downpour dissolving into shared amusement. "Well, at least we're in this together," Y/N said, leaning against the tree, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"Famous last words," Peter replied, a teasing grin plastered across his face. "I mean, we could end up getting struck by lightning or something."

"Don't even joke about that!" she exclaimed, swatting at his shoulder playfully. "We could also catch a cold. Or worse, ruin my shoes!"

"Priorities!" he laughed, raising an eyebrow at her, his playful tone making her heart race.

As they stood huddled together, the rain continued to fall, soaking their clothes and creating rivulets of water that trickled down their bodies. The coolness of the storm contrasted sharply with the warmth radiating from their proximity.

"Okay, so now what?" Y/N asked, looking up at him through wet lashes, her heart racing as they stood so close. "Are we just going to stand here forever?"

Peter shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, we could always make a run for it. But I can't guarantee we'll stay dry for long."

"You're right. This tree isn't doing much for us," she admitted, glancing around. "We should probably find an actual shelter."

"Or..." He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "We could stay here a little longer and embrace the chaos."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion, the sound bubbling up as she met his gaze. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe," he replied, stepping even closer, the rain creating a barrier that only seemed to heighten the electric tension between them. "But it's kind of nice, don't you think? Just you and me against the storm."

"Yeah, I guess it is," she said softly, her heart racing at the intimacy of the moment. The air was thick with unspoken words, the storm outside echoing the tempest brewing between them.

With the sound of rain crashing around them, Y/N suddenly felt bold, the atmosphere charged with a sense of freedom and mischief. "Okay, I'm going to do it," she declared.

"Do what?" Peter asked, confusion flickering across his face.

"This!" Y/N leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a spontaneous kiss, the taste of rain mingling with the sweetness of their shared laughter.

Peter's eyes widened in surprise for a heartbeat before he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. The world around them faded away, the storm raging on as they lost themselves in the warmth of each other. The kiss deepened, their lips moving together in a rhythm that felt both thrilling and familiar.

When they finally pulled away, both breathless, Y/N couldn't help but smile. "That was definitely worth the rain."

"Absolutely," Peter said, his expression playful yet sincere. "But now we're really soaked."

Y/N chuckled, looking down at her drenched clothes, her hair clinging to her cheeks. "You know, I think I may have ruined my makeup."

He smirked, his eyes dancing with mischief. "I'd argue you look even more beautiful like this."

Her heart fluttered at his words, the sincerity in his tone making her cheeks flush. "You're just saying that to be nice."

"No, I'm serious," he replied, brushing a damp strand of hair behind her ear. "You're stunning, rain-soaked or not."

They stood there for a moment, the sound of raindrops mingling with the quiet intimacy of their conversation. The storm raged on around them, but in that small space under the tree, it felt like their own little world.

Y/N's heart raced as she looked into Peter's eyes, the playful teasing shifting into something more profound. "So, what now?" she asked, the air thick with anticipation.

Peter grinned, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "I guess we have to finish what we started."

With that, he leaned in once more, capturing her lips with his in another kiss. This time it was deeper, more passionate, their shared warmth igniting beneath the cool touch of the rain. The storm swirled around them, but they were oblivious, wrapped up in each other, the world outside nothing but a distant memory.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally pulled apart, breathless and grinning like fools. "Maybe we should find that shelter now," Y/N suggested, trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah," Peter agreed, but he didn't move. Instead, he kept his arms around her, holding her close. "But I kind of like this. Just us, the rain, and... well, you know."

"Yeah," she said softly, leaning against him, the warmth of his body comforting against the chill of the rain. "Me too."

As they stood together, embracing the rain, Y/N realized that sometimes, the unexpected moments—like a sudden downpour—could lead to the most unforgettable experiences. With Peter by her side, she felt invincible, ready to take on the world, one rainy night at a time.

Finally, as the rain began to lighten, they stepped out from under the tree, hand in hand, ready to face whatever awaited them, knowing that together, they could weather any storm.