*DISCONTINUED* Just a Small Town Girl (Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader)

Lunch and Talking

     "Well my favorite color is red, I really enjoy finding retro tech and modifying it. I normally get the tech from.. well..d-dumpster diving." Peter stated, stuttering at the end.

     "That's pretty cool. I guess you must be super smart." I remarked

     "I like to t-think so." Peter blushed and looked down at the menu. I smirked and did the same. "So what are you thinking about getting?" He asked without looking up.

     "Um...." I began, still thinking. "Probably a burger and fries."

     "Pretty basic, but still good."

     "How about you?" 

     "Maybe a steak and mashed potatoes." He said folding the menu. I folded my as well and put it on top of his. A waitress then came over and took our order. She took the menus and walked away. 1 minute later she came back with water. I tried to shift in my seat, since they weren't the most comfortable. My foot accidentally hit peter's and he looked up. He then smirked and hit me back. This went on until we were having a full on war. This went on until we hit the table and my water spilled, all over me. I quickly picked up the glass and grabbed some napkins. Peter did the same and walked over to help.

     I'm gonna be honest, but he looked really cute while helping clean my shirt. I didn't realize I was staring until he lifted his head, slowly, and stopped wiping. I gave a small smile and felt the heat rush to my cheeks. He blushed and looked away, and went back to his seat. I bit my lip and looked up unsure of what to say next. We were silent until the food came. We both scarfed it all down within a matter of minutes. I wiped my mouth with a napkin and took a sip of my refilled water.

     "Sorry about earlier." Peter quickly apologized, fiddling with his fingers.

     "It's fine, it happens to everyone." I accepted his apology.

     "So what classes are you taking?" I asked him. This led to a long and deep conversation. apparently we had been talking for about 30 minutes when May and my mother came over to take us home. We walked out and all piled into May's car. While the two women talked Peter and I were sitting in comfortable silence. I had my hand next to me, and I was about to move it when I felt something warm on top of it. I looked over and saw another hand. I looked at Peter then looked back at our hands, and gripped his.

     We sat like that until the car stopped, and we were back at the apartments. We let go of each other. We got out of the car and headed to the elevator. As we were walking to the apartments, Peter and I walked near each other, closer than friends would. I felt his shoulder brush up against mine multiple times, blushing each time. We reached our doors when May offered to let me stay over for a while longer while my mom went to take a nap. I accepted and walked in with them.

     I looked around the wonderfully decorated apartment in awe. "Come on, i'll show you my room." Peter said, taking his hand in mine. I walked into the room to see a bunk bed, and a moderately sized desk, with a lot of technology and tools on it. There were a couple Iron Man posters scattered along the wall. It was a little nerdy, but then again so was all of the stuff I had for my room.

     "I like it! I'm actually a big fan of the avengers! although, I'm more of a Cap girl." I remarked, looking at him.

     "Really? Iron Man's always been a big inspiration for me." He said with a glint in his eye. I walked over to his desk and looked at a couple of the items, then noticing a glowing purple object.

     "What's this? I asked, picking it up. He rushed it over and took it out of my hand. 

     "I don't know, but it was some of the alien technology left over from the fight in 2012." I got a little closer and looked at it.

     "It looks a little dangerous. Maybe if it combine with a certain chemical, maybe an alkali metal, which are never found alone, it might give off some form of radiation." I answered surveying the object in his hands.

     "Possibly." He said knitting his brows together.

      "Or maybe just a bomb." He smirked at my answer. He set it back down and moved over to his bed and laid down. I sat down at the foot of the bed.

     "You can lay down if you want." Peter offered, gesturing next to him. I accepted and let my head hit the pillow.

     "I'm kind of bored. Have any cool stories?" I questioned Peter, looking towards him.

     "Once upon a time...." He began the story. I stayed tune for a bit until I stifled a yawn. I subconsciously curled up next to him, letting my eyelids flutter shut. His voice is so heavenly.