{Spider-Man }
{new - Peter Parker X reader}
You tucked your hair behind your ears and carried the last box into the room. Your living room was now a sea of boxes upon boxes. You sat down and slowly unpacked and organized all of them. Moving in to a new place, starting over you thought. At your old house, you were the weird neighbor that everyone ignored or forgot. But not this time.
*time skip to next week*
You sighed. Everything was unpacked and cleaned, your closet full, the house decorated. You plopped on the couch and turned on the TV.
"Today on the News we will be discussing a new and controversial topic- who is the "spider man"?" This perked your interest, and you continued to watch. Apparently, the streak was a vigilante with the power of... what exactly? He could stick on walls and spit our webs. It didn't really hit you as 'cool'. The real question on your mind- was he cute? You laughed and suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
You opened the door and there was a tall boy with ruffly brownish hair and the most adorable pair of glasses you've ever seen. You quickly brush yourself off from the daze and ask what he's doing here.
"Well- I just heard you just moved in, so I made you some brownies" he held up a plate of perfect brownies. You tried hard not to awe.
"You sure you didn't buy them?" You joked. He laughed softly, but shook his head. You picked one off and bit into them. They were perfect. You smiled, and he grinned.
"Perfect." You said, grabbing the plate. Then you invited him in. He smiled.
PETER POV
She opened the door, and I expected to see an old lady, but instead I saw her. She was cute. Scratch that. She was gorgeous. I couldn't help but staring. She grabbed one of the brownies and liked it. Everytime she moved, talked, or anything, my stomach fluttered. I was ectastic.
So when she invited me in, You could tell I was probably doing mental backflips. She smiled that beautiful smile, and led me to the couch.
Then she asked me about Spider-Man.
"So who's this Spider-Man dude? He's pretty cool if you ask me- these cops don't do shit." She laughs, and I laugh nervously.
"I'm (y/n) by the way" she says, and I nod.
"And I'm Peter." She smiles and takes me hand. I start to blush, and then she brings up the spider man topic again.
"Well-uh, I guess he's kinda like the vigilante dude around here" I say, nervously scratching the back of my head. I want so badly to tell her who I was. I sighed and then told her I had to leave. She said wait, and ran into her room.
About a minute later, she comes back with a piece of paper with her number on it, and shoves me out of thef room.
That day, I online stalked her, and found out way more information than I probably should know, like any sane person
