Peter Parker X Reader

Ask her

Peter paced his room looking into the mirror every few seconds. He groaned in frustration before plopping down onto his bed and getting right back up in a few minutes to start again.

Peter then stopped and looked into the mirror before gapping at his face. He had drool running down the side of his face and a mark on his face from sleeping on the keyboard.

He sighed and shoved his bathroom door out the way as he went into the bathroom. He quickly tend to his hygienic needs before getting back out.

He looked back in the mirror before shaking his head and pacing again. He then shook his arm's and slapped his face around gently "you got this! Just go up to her!..." he walked up to the mirror.

"Hey (y/n) you wanna..." he froze and almost fell over. Before, he shook his head again mumbling "nope. Nope".

"I can't do this" he mumbled running his fingers through his hair agitated.

He sighed once more before glancing at a picture of you both with grins on your faces. Your arm's wrapped around his neck and his arm's under your thighs holding you up on his back. He leaned forward with the look that he would topple over causing you to give a wider smile of shock and happiness in the photo.

He cracked a smile looking at the picture while grabbing the handle of his bedroom door and walking out.

He left the house heading to a café as he passed a news stand with a stack of freshly made Newspapers with a picture of the vigilante menace as said by J.J.Jameson the head of the daily bugle.

Peter sighed in frustration before he continued walking. Of course, people didn't respect him. Well, not him him. Spiderman. There were some people of course that did and those were people he fought for.

Peter nodded to himself stuffing his hands into his jacket. It had gotten cold a while ago and it must have been the middle of winter by now.

Peter then passed the famous Fast food joint you and him always went to get a midnight snack before parting ways. He smiled slightly as he Remebered his fondest memory of you both.

You and him had come back from the joint. He had dropped his food by accident after some jerk shoved into him getting grease stains all over his white shirt. Peter had been upset but, he was surprised when you split your food with him. He had said he didn't want it at first but, you stuffed a piece into his mouth before he could complain any further.

He chuckled to himself crossing the street before a car swiped at his backside missing it narrowly.

His best friend.

Peter almost stopped and choked for a moment. His best friend. He was about to ask out his best friend.

People moved from behind him sideways glancing at him in annoyance or concern as they went on with their day. He payed them no mind as he looked down at the ground his eye's widening in shock.

What if you didn't feel the same way?

What If asking you would affect your whole relationship?

Would you even consider being his friend any longer if he did?

Would he lose you?

Peter shook his head groaning inaudible to himself "don't think that way" he mumbled as his feet began moving once more.

He took a deep breath "just...ask her and...you can do this" he said trying to reassure himself.

He sighed putting his hands on his head running his fingers through his hair before he finally noticed he was at your doorstep. He paused unsure of what to do.

How do you knock again?

He felt wobbly on his knees. He could even feel his legs at the moment. Oh god he may not survive if you said no. He took another deep breath before letting it out shuttering his teeth.

Oh god he heard footsteps. He was gonna vomit.

He couldn't breath. Oh for the love of...!

He dove into the shrub next to the steps the moment the door opened and his himself from your view. You looked out the door coming out slightly.

Peter felt his eyes glued to your form a small smile forming the moment he saw you.

You looked around once more before raising a brown and closing the door.

Peter sighed leaned against the shrub groaning pathetically.

"Fights a group of jewelry thugs and police yet can't even ask a girl out without diving into..." he picked up a broken stem clinging to his jacket.

He rubbed his head not from pain but, he was disappointed in himself and got up. He took a sharp turn into an alleyway flipping off his jacket before revealing his spiderman symbol.

"Time to clear my head" he mumbled to himself before scaling the walls.