𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

A Hero's Most Daring Mission

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → Fluff

Summary → You gave Peter a mission, and as a dutiful boyfriend, he makes sure the mission is accomplished.

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The city was peaceful for once, and Peter Parker was enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. He swung through the sky, flipping from one building to the next, his suit rippling in the breeze. Crime had been surprisingly quiet, and he didn't have anywhere pressing to be. New York City glittered beneath him, a breathtaking sight, and Peter was more than happy to bask in the stillness.

That is, until his phone started ringing in his pocket.

"Karen, can you pick that up? It's probably Y/n," Peter asked his AI assistant, casually landing on a nearby rooftop. He perched himself on the ledge, tilting his head slightly as he listened.

The soft click of the line connecting was followed by your voice.

"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!" You practically shouted through the speaker.

Peter immediately panicked, hands up defensively. "I didn't do anything!" He blurted, his heart rate spiking.

Your laugh echoed through the line, "I knew you'd react like that."

Peter whined softly, "Why do you always do that to me?"

"Stop whining, I have a mission for you."

Peter perked up immediately, the word "mission" triggering his hero mode. "A mission? Ooh, I like the sound of this. What do you need, babe?"

Your tone shifted, more serious but with a playful edge, "Yeah, it is pretty serious. I'm out of pads. I just got my period, I'm sitting on the toilet, and I realized I forgot to restock last month."

Peter blinked. "Oh."

"Oh?" You repeated, clearly unimpressed.

Peter quickly recovered, "Don't worry, baby. Spider-Man's gonna save the day! I'm on it."

"You have 15 minutes, Parker. Clock's ticking," you teased, though your voice carried the faintest bit of desperation.

"See you in ten minutes!" He called, hanging up and leaping from the rooftop in one swift motion. His body twisted gracefully through the air as he headed toward the nearest convenience store.

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Peter was a man on a mission, and nothing was going to stop him. Well... except maybe his own lack of awareness.

He zipped into the store, landing with a thud just outside and pushing through the door with urgency. His mind was too focused on completing the task you had set for him to realize that something very important had slipped his mind: he was still in his Spider-Man suit.

With his backpack slung over his shoulder, Peter made a beeline for the sanitary products aisle. He didn't even notice the stares and whispered gasps from other shoppers as he searched for the exact brand of pads you preferred. His eyes darted across the shelves, and he finally spotted them.

"Ah-ha!" He exclaimed triumphantly, grabbing a few packs for good measure.

Then, because Peter was nothing if not thoughtful, he ran by the candy aisle and tossed a few of your favorite chocolates into the basket. Satisfied with his haul, he headed toward the cashier.

It wasn't until Peter was standing at the register, placing the pads and chocolate on the counter, that he started to feel something was off. The cashier was staring at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. And... was that someone taking a picture of him?

"Uh... is there something on my face?" Peter asked, cocking his head in confusion. "Why is everyone staring?"

The cashier blinked, still in disbelief. "You're... Spider-Man."

Peter's eyes widened under the mask. Oh no. Oh no no no. It hit him all at once-he had completely forgotten to change out of his suit.

"Crap," he muttered, hurriedly paying for the items. He grabbed the bag, stuffed it into his backpack, and bolted out the door, swinging away in a blur before anyone else could get another shot of him.

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Peter flew through the air, heart racing. How could I forget? Of all the things to slip his mind, showing up in full Spider-Man gear to buy pads and chocolates was not something he could easily explain away. But he had bigger problems-like getting home to you within the time limit you had set.

He swung through the window of your shared apartment with all the grace of a seasoned hero, landing softly and immediately pulling off his mask. He knocked on the bathroom door.

"Special deliveryyyy," He called in a sing-song voice.

The door practically flew open, and you snatched the bag from his hands. "FINALLY!" You exclaimed, slamming the door shut in his face without another word.

Peter pouted, though you couldn't see it. "You're welcome," he mumbled to himself before retreating to the living room. He changed out of his suit into some comfy sweats and a T-shirt, plopping down on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, hoping to erase the embarrassment from his mind.

A few minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom, feeling much better now that your crisis had been averted. You walked straight over to Peter and flopped down on top of him, your entire body weight pressing into his chest.

Peter grunted, wrapping his arms around you instinctively. "Comfy?" He teased.

"Very. Thank you, baby," you murmured, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Peter smiled into the kiss, his fingers gently brushing up and down your back. But just as things started to get cozy, the news flashed on the screen.

"Breaking News: Spider-Man has been spotted at a local store purchasing sanitary pads and chocolates!"

Both of you froze. Peter's lips parted in horror, while you burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, Peter!" You howled, pulling away from him. "You went into the store as Spider-Man?!"

Peter's face turned beet red, and he buried his head in his hands. "Shut up," he whined, his voice muffled. "I was in a hurry! I didn't even realize! And if anything, it's your fault for giving me a time limit!"

You couldn't stop laughing, wiping tears from your eyes. "That is... I can't believe you actually did that! People took pictures!"

Peter peeked through his fingers, his expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Ughhh, this is gonna be all over social media, isn't it?"

"Absolutely," you grinned, pulling out your phone. Sure enough, there were already dozens of posts with photos of Peter in his Spider-Man suit standing in the sanitary aisle, pads in hand.

"I'm never going to live this down," Peter groaned, sinking lower into the couch.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Aw, come on. It's actually really sweet. You're a hero for real."

Peter sighed, his pout still in place. "Yeah, a hero who buys period supplies in full costume."

You chuckled, snuggling into him. "Well, Spider-Man saves the day in all kinds of ways. You're my hero, Pete."

Peter's expression softened at your words, his arms tightening around you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you whispered, kissing him again.

And though Peter would probably be a viral meme for the next few days, at least he'd earned some serious boyfriend points in your book.

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