𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Black Friday Battles

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → near fighting?

Summary → You want to experience the black Friday chaos.

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The warmth of Thanksgiving still lingered in the air, but you were practically vibrating with excitement as the clock ticked closer to midnight. Black Friday awaited—your very first one.

Peter, however, looked anything but thrilled. He was sprawled on your couch, fiddling with his web-shooter while side-eyeing you like you’d just announced plans to fight the Sinister Six solo.

“You really wanna do this?” He asked for the umpteenth time, his brows furrowed. “Like, really?”

“Yes, Peter, for the hundredth time! It’s going to be fun!” You beamed at him, holding up a hastily scribbled list of things you planned to snag. “And cheap. Think about it—deals! Discounts! All the stuff we’ve been wanting for a fraction of the price!”

“It’s a madhouse,” Peter muttered, glancing out the window. “Ned said his cousin once saw a grown woman tackle a guy over a toaster.”

“I don’t even need a toaster,” you said, shrugging. “I just want to experience the chaos.”

“You’re excited for chaos?” He asked incredulously, sitting up. “You do realize I’m Spider-Man, right? I see chaos all the time. It’s not fun.”

You rolled your eyes and tugged on his arm, trying to get him off the couch. “C’mon, Peter! You promised! Besides, you’re my designated bodyguard.”

“And therapist, apparently,” he muttered under his breath but stood up nonetheless. “Fine. But if you get into a fight, I’m not bailing you out.”

“Noted,” you said with a cheeky grin, already halfway out the door.

---

The parking lot of the mall was a battlefield in itself. Cars honked, people shouted, and you could hear the distant wail of a baby. Peter’s face was a mix of horror and disbelief as you wove through the crowd, your hand gripping his tightly.

“Why does it smell like hot dogs and fear?” He asked, wrinkling his nose.

“Focus, Parker. We’re here for the deals!” You said, your eyes gleaming as you spotted the entrance.

The moment you stepped inside, you understood what Peter had been warning you about. It was utter havoc. Shoppers shoved past each other, carts crashed into shelves, and a woman screamed, “THAT’S MINE!” Somewhere in the distance.

“Still excited?” Peter asked dryly, dodging a flying stuffed animal.

“Yes,” you said, though your voice wavered slightly. “I’ve trained for this.”

“When?”

“...In my mind.”

Peter sighed and rubbed his temples. “Okay, just—stick close to me, alright?”

“Relax, Spidey. I got this,” you said, confidently grabbing a cart and weaving into the fray.

---

The first few minutes were relatively uneventful. You managed to snag a few items from your list—until you reached the electronics section.

“THAT’S MINE!” Someone screeched, and you turned to see two women grappling over a flat-screen TV.

“Oh boy,” Peter muttered. “Let’s avoid that area.”

But your eyes lit up as you spotted the last pair of a Mickey Mouse themed headphones on the shelf. “Peter, I want those!”

Before he could stop you, you were sprinting toward them. Just as your fingers brushed the box, another hand grabbed it from the other side.

“Let go,” a man growled.

“You let go!” You shot back, your grip tightening.

“Y/n,” Peter said sharply, appearing at your side. “Don’t.”

“I touched it first!” You snapped, ignoring him.

“I’ll call security,” the man threatened.

“And I’ll—”

“Y/n!” Peter interrupted, physically pulling you back before things escalated further.

You pouted as the man walked away with the headphones, and Peter groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What did I just say about not fighting?”

“I wasn’t fighting,” you protested. “I was negotiating.”

“Yeah, with your fists,” he muttered, dragging you toward a quieter aisle.

---

By the time you left the mall, Peter was carrying most of the bags, looking thoroughly exhausted.

“See?” You said, your tone far too chipper for someone who had almost caused a scene. “Wasn’t that fun?”

“Fun?” He echoed, staring at you like you’d grown a second head. “I just saw a grandma use her cane to trip someone. Fun is not the word I’d use.”

“But we got some great stuff!” You said, holding up a bag triumphantly.

Peter sighed but couldn’t help smiling at your enthusiasm. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, adjusting the bags. “Now let’s go home before my senses become haywire from all noises.”

You laughed, looping your arm through his as you headed back to the car. Sure, Black Friday was chaotic, but with Peter by your side, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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