Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

Let Me Try It On

Reminder: (G/N) means girl's name (meaning Mary Jane, Gwen, or Liz)

"Peter, move your bag," you said, narrowing your gaze on him. You were at your house after school, intent on doing your homework and hanging out afterward. He pushed it a centimeter with his foot and your gaze narrowed further.

"I moved it," he protested.

"You know my mom won't tolerate your stuff on the floor," you put your hand on your hip.

"But if she doesn't know about it..."

"Oh?" You rose an eyebrow.

"Besides, I don't want to do homework!"

"Wow, you feelin' ok?" You stepped up and placed the back of your hand on his forehead. "There's definitely something wrong with you if you don't want to do the 'fun' and 'educational' science homework."

"I find homework just as annoying to do as everyone else," he folded his arms.

"I'm not so sure. You were skipping yesterday after school when you found out about the science fair we're having in a few weeks."

"That's the science fair (Y/N)!" His eyes lit up. Gosh he's such a dork. "We only have one once a year. Besides, that's not homework."

"Even so." You followed Peter up and into your room upstairs. He tossed his bag onto your bed and plopped on the floor, his back against your bed.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked, looking up at you with those big brown eyes he has that make you- "(Y/N)?"

"Homework," you threw your backpack next to his and fell onto your chair.

"You didn't do it during your free period?"

"Please tell me you're already done with it," you pleaded, making him raise an eyebrow.

"I am."

"Yes!" You jumped to your feet and started to unzip his backpack, making him quickly push you away.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

"Getting your homework to copy off of," you shrugged innocently. He rolled his eyes before standing in between you and his backpack and grabbing out the homework. You went up on your toes to peek over his shoulder but he promptly zipped his bag back up and handed you the sheets of paper.

"Are you hiding something from me?" You leaned into his personal space and his eyes widened.

"What? No," he looked away. You nodded slowly, not believing him in the slightest, but turned your back to him and got your own homework to copy his work onto. "You know you owe me for this."

"I also owe you for 50 other days of homework you helped me with, so you really don't need to remind me I owe you anymore," you spun in your chair, shooting him with your finger guns, before facing your homework again.

"Tell me when you're done," he said, getting a notebook out of his bag and a pen. He clicked the pen and started drawing/writing on the lined page. You studied him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was just using cursive or actually drawing something, before turning to copy down his homework.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you," you paused a moment to finish writing out a sentence on your page then glanced at the brown-haired boy. "How come you almost fell asleep in class today?"

"Because I was tired."

You rolled your eyes. "I meant why were you up so late last night?"

"Everyone in high school stays up late."