A Compilation of Marvel

My Heart Went Boom Peter ParkerxReader

-Fifteen-

He's been sitting there, across the room, for the past hour and a half, fidgeting and trying to study. He's not getting much done and a few librarians have had to come by his table and ask him to quiet down. Almost every single time he would look up at me, we would lock eyes and then he would quickly look away like he's embarrassed. I don't know if he's embarrassed to know that someone's been watching him or if it's the fact that he's been shushed so many times, but it's cute.

I'd look away but, the fact of the matter is, I don't want to. His face is slightly angular and holds a soft attractiveness. His mannerisms are different from anyone I've ever seen before. I've been around people who are prone to fidgeting, but this is a whole new level. Both of his legs are bouncing, he's tapping his pencil on the book he's trying to read and he keeps flexing and relaxing the muscles in his shoulders. It's like sitting down doesn't agree with him at all and his entire body is protesting being sat in a chair for so long. He's got his face all scrunched up in concentration and his hair is a little messy due to the amount of times he's run his hand through it. Everything about him is just interesting.

He's getting shushed for the fourth time as Right Hand Man is fading into A Winter's Ball. He looks up at me, eyes wide, and I cover my mouth to muffle the giggle that slips past my lips. He immediately flushes and drops his gaze back to his book, tangling his fingers into his hair and I decide the lyrics of the song don't fit him at all.

After a few moments of actual peace and quiet a sizeable explosion can be heard from outside and the entire library seems to shake, the windows rattling loudly. I pull my earbuds from my ears and look around the building, concerned for my fellow patrons, before looking back to the boy whom I had been staring at for nearly two hours, but he's gone. It's like he vanished in the ten seconds it took for me to look around.

A round of shouting outside prompts me to head to one of the windows to see what's going on.

There's a massive crowd gathered around a small crater in the middle of the street. There are about four cars turned on their sides from, what I would guess was, the force from the blast I'd heard previously. I don't see anything that could have caused the explosion until I look up. Above the rooftops a glider circles the small patch of New York as if it's looking for something, possibly someone.

There's a blur of blue and red past the window and the glider practically dives after it. As it gets closer I find that it's the Green Goblin. He must have modified the explosives he usually uses to be more powerful to draw attention to what he's doing. He must really want someone's attention.

The blue and red blur slows and finally solidifies enough for me to make out who it is. It's Spiderman. That's who the goblin was trying to draw out and that's who he's dive bombing right this second.

I watch in awe as he manages to dodge and sling back every single attack the Goblin threw at him. He's incredible and I can't seem to tear my eyes away from him. That is, until he lands on the outside wall of the building and the Green Goblin follows suit. I slowly back away from the window as the Goblin produces a bomb from his belt. As soon as Spiderman launches himself away from the wall I break out into a sprint away from where I was standing.

The blast propels me forward, knocking me to the floor. The force of the second explosion sends shelves toppling and books flying everywhere. I'm buried under a massive pile of books, but I can still see the fight. Spiderman continues to dance around the Goblin, flinging the occasional bookcase at him and webbing him up as much as possible when he has the chance.

Eventually he goes down, knocked out and webbed to the neck. Spiderman walks away from the scene triumphantly and I heave a sigh of relief. He disappears from my line of sight but, about two minutes later, I hear the pounding of feet headed in my direction.