HISTORY == peter parker

- one -

PETER PARKER climbed the stairs in his building three at a time, practically prancing as he took his steps in time with the music blasting through his headphones. He wasn't in any particular hurry, but he missed the convenience of entering his apartment through his bedroom window with one swift web-sling. His aunt May was becoming suspicious of him magically appearing in the apartment when she swore he hadn't used the front door, and after the whole Thanos debacle, Peter had decided to start being slightly less spiderman-y when it wasn't necessary. So he had been taking the stairs, eating dinner with his aunt and doing all his homework before he started patrolling the streets of Queens each night. He'd even started taking naps so he wasn't falling asleep in class after a long night of fighting crime. Being in his senior year of high school, he figured he should have a crack at the whole functioning-adult thing.

As he mounted the last few stairs to his floor however, his maturity and poise became awkward teenager-y mush when he smacked into what was likely the cutest girl he'd ever seen.

"Shit, sorry dude," she said, flashing a smile that made Peter's knees weak.
"U-uh, that's okay!" he stuttered, grabbing hold of the railing for support, even though he'd already steadied himself from the collision.
"I wasn't at all watching where I was going, I probably shouldn't run blindly down the stairs," the girl laughed.
Peter's head was in the clouds. Dude, you're freakin' Spiderman, get a hold of yourself.
"It's cool, don't worry about it. I wasn't paying attention either," Peter replied, gesturing to his earphones.
"Ooh, whatcha listenin' to?" the girl asked eagerly, and Peter's face reddened.
"Um," he showed her his phone, currently playing March of the Resistance from The Force Awakens: Official Motion Picture Soundtrack.
"Man, that is hands down the best part of the movie," the girl clapped her hands together, eyes wide with excitement. "That soundtrack is amazing. When John Williams dies we're fucked."
Peter laughed at this, nodding in reply as he was too excited that this girl - this cute girl - was into Star Wars to verbalise.
"Oh, I'm Em, by the way," she offered her hand for him to shake.
"P-peter, I live just there," he points to his apartment door, number 405.
"No way, I just moved in to 406!" Em exclaimed. "That's why I'm running around like a maniac, I wanna pay the moving truck guy as little as possible."
"O-oh, do you want some help? I mean, do you need-"
"That'd be great! Thanks neighbour," Em grinned and started making her way down the stairs.
Peter silently congratulated himself on his successful interaction with the cute girl - Em - and followed, forgetting all about how much he hates the stairs.

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"Ugh, why do I own so much stuff?" Em lamented, dumping the last box on the kitchen counter and flopping onto her still plastic-covered couch.
Peter carefully put down his stack of boxes (hastily averting his eyes from the one labelled 'bras and undies') and asked if she needs any help unpacking.
"I mean, only if you don't mind," she said, propping her head up to look at him.
"It's fine, the longer I can put off my English paper the better," he tried to casually lean against the counter but his eyes met the bras and undies box again so he instead shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Ugh, school. Don't remind me," Em groaned, "I am not looking forward to being the new kid. Especially as a senior."
"Oh yeah, new city, new school," Peter mused. My school, hopefully? There's nowhere else nearby, so... "Where are you going?"
"Midtown, you?"
"Same."
"Oh, thank god, I'll at least know one person. My uncle wanted me to go to that private school down the block."
"You said no?" Peter couldn't imagine what it'd be like to have a rich uncle to pay for an apartment in the city, let alone private school tuition, but he imagined he'd accept.
"Yeah man, I'm not about that elitist bullshit. Education isn't just for snotty kids with rich parents."
Peter smiled at that, glad to know that even with the rich mysterious uncle, Em seemed like a normal person. Now she's only majorly out of my league, instead of astronomically.
"So, uh-"
He was cut off by his aunt ducking her head through the open apartment door. "Hey, Peter! I thought I heard you," she waltzed on in, leaving Peter with a slight embarrassed blush on his cheeks. "Who's this?"
"U-uh, this is Em. Em, this is my aunt May-" Em was on her feet and shaking May's hand before he can finish his sentence.
"Nice to meet you! I ran into Peter on the stairs - literally ran into him - and he was just helping me with my stuff," the two women smiled brightly at each other.
"Oh wow, so you're new to the building! Who else is living with you?"
"Just me."
"Her uncle lives in Manhattan but is always travelling, so..."
"Ooh, a rich uncle, you say?" May waggled her eyebrows. Peter cringed, but Em laughed and told her she'd set them up if she was interested.
"I don't think she's interested," Peter quickly interjected, cheeks red. The two women laughed, and May ruffled his hair.
"So, Em," she changed the subject, "what are your dinner plans?"
"Oh, um, I guess I was just gonna order pizza or-"
"Nonsense, you can eat over to our place!"
"O-oh, you don't have to-"
"May-"
"You two, shh. It's no problem at all. Gotta get to know the new neighbour!" May hushed the two teens' objections. "You can tell me about that uncle of yours," she winked, "c'mon." Grabbing Em's hand, she lead the way across the hall, Peter trailing behind the two with a hand over his face as they giggled together, conspiring.
Great.

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hey yall, so again just to reiterate, im writing this shit on my phone just for somethin to do so its gunna be lame and cliche af, but thats what wattpad is for so hey ,,
also i know its technically spider-man not spiderman but fuck that its lame
lmk if this is too cringey and I'll edit it lmao,, i want cringey love story but not to an unbearable point.

peace