Spider-Man: Homecoming Preferences and Imagines

Tears and Ice Cream ~ Peter x Reader

Peter has a crush on you and you live in the apartment next to his and you've just came home and it was a really bad day and you really want some ice cream but all the shops on your side of Queens are closed and he just wants to make you happy.

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Second Person Point Of View
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Peter stalked around waiting and waiting for you to get home, but you didn't show until eleven at night. Nows my chance to talk to her, Peter thought to himself.

He went into the hallway between your two apartments before you reached the door, expecting to casually walk up to you and be as smooth as creamy peanut butter, but when Peter saw your tear streaked face, his spirit dropped.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" He asked gently, and you slowly nodded while despirtly trying to find the keys to your apartment to avoid this conversation, but when you realized they were no longer in your backpack, you turned around and sank to the ground and leaned against the cold metal door.

Peter sat down next to you, taking your fragile hand in his. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, and you shook your head. "I'm fine, Peter" you tried convincing him. You've never been one to talk about your feelings.
Peter let go of your hand to took your face in his hands, and he wiped the tears from underneath your eyes. "It'll be okay, you're okay. I've got you" Peter cooed.

"It-it's just been a really hard day an-d I did horrible on my chem test an-and I had a rough day at work-k and th-those girls are so mean and today was especially bad and now I can't get into my apartment-ment and all the shops near us are cl-closed and I can't get ice cream any-anywhere." you said, suddenly becoming hysterical. Overall it's just been one of those days where nothing went right.
Peter pondered for a moment, "I'll be right back, okay?" He asked, and you nodded.

Peter stripped into his Spider-Man suit and jumped out his bedroom window therefore you couldn't see him.
He swung to the other side of the city to see if their shops and bodegas were still open, and he somehow found one that was.

Peter took out his phone and dialed your number. After a while of considering answering the phone, you picked up the call.

"What's your favorite ice cream flavor?" He asked, "strawberry" you answered, wiping your eyes. "Strawberry? Okay, go it" he said to himself. "Wait, wh-" you started, but he cut you off before you could ask anything. "I'll be back in two minutes" Peter said, hanging up the phone.

He raced back to the apartment compact to find you still a wreck. He sat down next to you with spoons and a black bag, which he handed to you.

You opened it slowly, and in it you found a pint of strawberry ice cream and a pint of chocolate ice cream. One for you and one for Peter.

"Thank you, Peter" you said with a smile on your face, and you leaned in to give him a tight hug, and he held you tight until you let go.

After a while of sitting in the hallway, eating your ice cream, "How'd you get this?" You asked with a bright and cheery mood. "Oh... erm, I just went to one of the convenient stores" he answered. You nodded, "thank you so much for this-" you referenced down to your half eaten pint "-and for cheering me up. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Peter smiled to himself for a moment, "that's what I'm here for."