𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

The Bunny Rescue

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings →Fluff, mutual pining, lots of teasing.

Summary →Peter saves a bunny from a fire, but the paramedics force him to keep it—so he brings it to you.

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You were just about to settle in for the night when there was a knock at your door. Frowning, you checked the time—past midnight. Who the hell was showing up at this hour? You hesitated for a second before pulling open the door, and—of course—it was him.

Peter stood there, looking like he had just rolled out of bed, wearing wrinkled jeans and a hoodie that had obviously been thrown on in a hurry. His curls were slightly damp, like he had just showered—or had been sweating. His eyes were wide, a mix of nervousness and something else.

And in his arms? A tiny, fluffy bunny nestled inside a blue basket.

"Hi!" Peter greeted, a little too enthusiastically.

You blinked, eyes flickering between him and the bunny. "...Hi?"

There was a brief pause before he blurted out, "I—I got a bunny for you."

Your brows shot up. "You got me a bunny?"

"Y-yeah! A bunny!" He nodded quickly, shifting the basket in his arms like he was trying to make it more presentable.

Your skepticism grew as you crossed your arms. "And I'm just supposed to believe that?"

Peter groaned, adjusting the blue basket in his hands as the bunny wiggled its nose at you. "Okay, fine!" He sighed dramatically. "I kinda saved it. There was a fire at a pet store, and the paramedics—uh—forced me to take it."

Your eyes narrowed in amusement. "Forced you?"

"Yes! I told them I couldn't have a pet. They didn’t care. Just—'Here, Spider-Man, take the bunny'—like I don’t already have enough on my plate!" He gestured wildly with one hand before looking down at the bunny, who was entirely unbothered. "And look at it! It’s judging me. I can feel it."

This was getting better by the second.

You snorted, biting back a laugh. "So your first instinct was to come here?"

"Well," Peter said, shifting his weight awkwardly. "I figured you'd know what to do. And, y’know…you like cute things." He glanced at you meaningfully.

Your stomach flipped.

Peter did this thing—he said things that sounded normal, but the way he said them? The way his brown eyes softened, the way his voice lowered slightly? It always made it hard to breathe.

And the worst part? You weren’t even dating.

Not officially, anyway.

It was complicated. You kissed sometimes, cuddled when he was exhausted from patrol, and he always made excuses to be around you. But neither of you had said the words. Neither of you had asked for more.

"You poor thing," you teased. "Rescuing helpless animals must be so hard."

Peter groaned, rubbing his face. "Can I just come in before someone sees me standing in the hallway having a crisis over a bunny?"

You huffed and stepped aside. "Fine. Get in here."

Peter didn’t need to be told twice. He slipped inside, kicking off his sneakers and immediately making a beeline for the couch. He set the basket down carefully, as if the tiny fluff ball inside was the most fragile thing in the world.

You followed, peering at the bunny. It was small, light brown, with floppy ears and a twitchy nose. It stared at you with big, round eyes, entirely unbothered by the chaos of its rescue.

"So what’s the plan?" You asked, nudging Peter’s arm. "Were you just hoping I’d adopt it so you wouldn’t have to?"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "I mean…yeah?"

You rolled your eyes. "Unbelievable."

"Hey, I risked my life for this bunny!" He shot back, huffing. "Do you know how hard it is to swing while holding a basket? Nearly fell to my death, like, three times."

That mental image was hilarious. "You’re Spider-Man. You can lift a bus."

"Okay, but physics still exists, babe," Peter argued. "And swinging with a fragile, wiggly thing in your arms? Nightmare."

You hid your smile, tilting your head. "Did you just call me babe?"

Peter stiffened. His mouth opened, then closed, as he realized his mistake.

"I—uh—" He scrambled for words, face turning red. "I—meant like—not in a dating way. Just, y’know, casual—like, ‘Hey, dude,’ but, um, babe?"

You arched a brow, amused. "That’s the best you got?"

Peter groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Please stop talking."

You giggled. "No way, this is the highlight of my night."

"Glad my humiliation is so entertaining," he muttered.

You plopped down beside him, resting your head against his shoulder. "You're cute when you're flustered."

Peter tensed slightly before relaxing, leaning into you. "You think I’m cute all the time," he mumbled, nudging you.

You smirked. "Maybe."

There was a beat of silence. The bunny twitched its nose, blissfully unaware of the tension.

Then Peter turned his head slightly, looking at you from just inches away. His brown eyes flickered to your lips, hesitating.

Your heart pounded.

Before you could think too much about it, you closed the distance, pressing your lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. Peter exhaled sharply, as if he’d been waiting for this—like he had almost expected it. His hand moved instinctively to your waist, pulling you in.

When you finally pulled away, Peter’s face was flushed, but his smile was stupidly soft.

"So…" You glanced at the bunny, then back at him. "I’m keeping it, huh?"

Peter grinned. "Yeah. And—uh—" He cleared his throat. "Maybe me too?"

Your breath hitched.

But you didn’t let him sit in his nervousness for long.

You kissed him again.

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