Peter Parker Imagines

Spider Boy

I sat on the rooftop of my apartment building, just staring out at the bustling concrete jungle laid out before my eyes. My legs hanging over the side freely and my arms behind me to keep me in an upright position.

I let out a deep exasperated sigh, hoping that with it all my worries and stress would leave my body but to no avail. The moon shone down on me, giving me a sense of reassurance as I tried to sort through my thoughts and problems. But it's not very easy to find a solution for the problems I'm facing right now... As bad as it sounds I think I am accepting the fact that things won't end well.

I closed my eyes, letting the moonlight cleanse my face as I hummed quietly to one of my new favorite songs.

All the sudden, I heard a thump behind me and there was the masked vigilante in red and blue spandex. Confusion most definitely must have been written on my face, confusion as to why the so called "Spider-Man" was on my rooftop. On the inside though, it was a whole different story, despite my melancholic demeanor, I couldn't help but be amused by the spandex suit.

"Well hello there spidey... Watcha doin here?" I asked, as I looked back out at the top of Queens once again. Pretending to act uninterested.

Much to my surprise the spider guy came and sat next to me.

"What are you doing sitting here, dangling your legs dangerously over the side of a tall building?" He retorted but his voice was muffled by his mask.

"I'm thinking." I replied nonchalantly.

"About?"

I turned to look at the guy again and raised my eyebrow. Why does he want to know? Shouldn't he be out there saving lives? But since he asked I remembered how helpless I am in my current situation.

"What's it to you stranger?" I huffed, feeling defeated as I thought again about my father.

"Are you okay?" He pressed, not answering my questions.

"Just peachy." I spoke in a monotone voice.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" He spoke and I detected a hint of concern in his voice.

"So you're a therapist in your free time?" I chuckled dryly, sarcasm dripping from my tongue. He shook his head but was probably smiling.

"I'm having trouble with my dad... He's slowly dying." I looked at the spider guy and could see his goggles squint as if he felt bad for me. 

"Afraid you can't help me there Spider-Man, unless you can cure cancer..." I let out another deep sigh but put a smile on my face. I swung my legs back and forth faster and entwined my hands together, putting them between my legs.

"I'm sorry..." he said.

"Don't be." I smiled at him but I could tell he was frowning under the mask.

"So what brings you to my rooftop spider boy?" I smirked

"It's Spider-Man and I finished patrolling and saw you just sitting here looking all down. I thought I might come cheer you up. After all, I'm supposed to be helping people." He let out a nervous laugh. Huh, Spider-Man can be awkward too.

"I wish you good luck then." I challenged him with a small smile.

"Well I already made you smile-"

"Doesn't count. Try again." I cut him off.

"Uhm do you like puns?" He laughed nervously again.