Marvel Imagines

Peter Parker - Young Love

Warnings: Fluff and emotions
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You sat on the roof, a sandwich in your hands, and your earbuds pumping music into your head. You took a bite of the sub and wiped some of the spilled condiments off your lips with your thumb. The wind rushed by. The moon illuminated your face as you stared into the distance. A figure swung by. Suddenly very aware of your presence, they turned to swing towards you. When the figure landed only two meters away from you, you found Spider-Man sitting on the ledge next to you.

"What is it, Peter?" You asked with apathy spilling through the phrase. The eyes on the suit widened in shock.

"Who-who's Peter? I've never heard of a Peter."

"Calm down, I've known from the beginning," you remarked through another bite of your sandwich. Peter pulled his mask off, shoulders slumped in regret.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just- I didn't want you to get hurt, and I thought that if I kept this a secret you wouldn't." He looked at you with sadness in his eyes. He yearned for your acceptance, for you to tell him it was okay. You finished chewing your sandwich. Swallowing the bread, you looked Peter directly in the eyes.

"Do you know when I fell in love with you?" You question was earnest, but Peter didn't dare answer. He simply shook his head and waited for you to continue. "I started liking you when you tripped over your own feet, the first time we had a sleep over." Setting down the sub, you turned your body to face Peter. "I fell in love with you when you," you stopped briefly to smile and wipe off some of the tears forming in your eyes. "I fell in love with you when Ben passed away, and you opened up to me. When you let yourself cry. I fell in love with you when we hugged for ten straight minutes, and I kissed you on the cheek. So, if you honestly think that I'm upset with you. Then you're going crazy. I already knew, and it only makes me love you more. Just- just understand that I worry about you more than I used to, and I'm going to worry for a long time. If you ever doubt yourself, remember that I love you." While you were talking, you had grabbed one of Peter's hands.

"I love you too, (y/n)." Peter pulled you against his chest and pressed his lips to your temple. You could feel the tears of relief and happiness that rolled down his cheeks and into your hair. You rubbed your hand up and down his back, fingers bumping along the spider suit. You lifted his head with one hand, resting the other in his side.

First was a gentle kiss to his forehead, then one to the tip of his nose, and finally one on his lips. You were gentle, preserving a sense of innocence. Peter on the other hand, didn't just stop at that. He pulled you close and deepened the kiss. His fingers curled his into your hair, but you forced yourself away.

"Maybe not on the roof," you suggested, breathy. Peter nodded, pulled you to stand, and carried you off, swinging back to his apartment. He changed back into his street clothes behind the building, and the two of you rushed up into his bedroom. You greeted May, being pulled away quickly.

When the door was closed Peter pulled you into another hug, falling onto the bed. The two of you laughed and kissed again. When it got a bit heated, May opened the door.

"Peter, (y/n), I'm starting dinner. Oh- shoot, I'm sorry." She hurriedly closed the door. Peter sighed and buried his face in your neck. The two of you started to chuckle, and Peter rolled over, laying next to you.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, Peter."